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Darkknell - Golo's Bar and Grill, Blackroot street.
The planet of Darkknell was one where the days were long, and the nights were longer. Orbiting 3 dying and weak suns, the planet glowed with its mid-day red sky, a similar color to what most worlds would call a Sunset. Low from the towering buildings above which stabbed into the sky, laid the lands that the normal man called their home.
It was in this place that few people bothered looking from their business of hyperlane trade up above. A nice place for someone to disappear, to slip away from the eyes of the galaxy and become nothing but a forgotten relic.
Hezron reached up to straighten the bow tie of his work uniform as he stared into the reflection cast in the bars display case. His uniform was a white shirt and a red vest, which clashed with the pale white skin and hair of the Arkanian Offshoot. He took a breath, and tried to make himself seem presentable to the customers who came in, reaching up to brush some strands of hair not in a ponytail, his hand going to a scar on his face as his blue eyes got a distant look to them.
Blood. So much blood. So much death. And for what? Nothing, that was what.
That was a lifetime ago, even if it was simply a year's time. Hezron had a new life now, a new job, a chance to simply live.
His hands slowly reached to the collar of his shirt, slowly wrapping around his neck as he felt a tightness in his throat. He worked to breath, trying to simply calm himself back down as his hand tingled with pins and needles, his fingers trembling slightly as he felt the skin of his neck crawl. In times like this, the quiet and dead hours of the day, his mind had time to think.
And the thoughts in his head were nothing but war, death, and his failure to stop any of it. He glanced down beneath the bar, at the long rectangle case he always kept close on hand, before he closed his eyes tight, hearing his heartbeat slowing as he got control of himself, just as the ding from the doors sensor alerted him that someone enter the bar.
"Welcome to Golo's Bar and Grill." Hezron said as he turned around to face the new customer, pulling out a datapad as he stood behind the bar, in front of the new come, "What are you having today?" He asked with a faked smile and cheery demeanor he had learned to use working here for almost a whole year now.
His eyes stared at the woman who stood with her hands behind her back, two pointed ears sticking out of the black mass of hair on her head, and yellow eyes staring out of a mostly human like face. Tails, multiple numbers of them, flicked this way and that as she sauntered up towards the bartop, a red dress which left little to the imagination clinging to her every movement, and a smile on her face which made him freeze.
A smile he recognized, from a person he recognized.
"Hmmm...good question. I'm thinking something fancy...Some Merenzane Gold aught to hit the spot..." Calpernia said as she walked up to the bar and hoped into the seat with an unnatural grace, her smile growing wider as Hezron took a step back, "Nice for a celebration. After all, it's not every day a man comes back from the dead. Isn't that right...master?" she said, recognizing the Arkanian Offshoot, even all of these years later.
Once, he was the master, and she his apprentice. He'd found the light, and she had sunk further into the dark. Now, as she sat, two gleaming vibroaxes at her hips and a compacted saberstaff behind her back, she looked to the man as the blood red light of the sky and sun poured through the doorway behind her, and the datapad hezron had fell and clattered to the ground from his grasp.
The planet of Darkknell was one where the days were long, and the nights were longer. Orbiting 3 dying and weak suns, the planet glowed with its mid-day red sky, a similar color to what most worlds would call a Sunset. Low from the towering buildings above which stabbed into the sky, laid the lands that the normal man called their home.
It was in this place that few people bothered looking from their business of hyperlane trade up above. A nice place for someone to disappear, to slip away from the eyes of the galaxy and become nothing but a forgotten relic.
Hezron reached up to straighten the bow tie of his work uniform as he stared into the reflection cast in the bars display case. His uniform was a white shirt and a red vest, which clashed with the pale white skin and hair of the Arkanian Offshoot. He took a breath, and tried to make himself seem presentable to the customers who came in, reaching up to brush some strands of hair not in a ponytail, his hand going to a scar on his face as his blue eyes got a distant look to them.
Blood. So much blood. So much death. And for what? Nothing, that was what.
That was a lifetime ago, even if it was simply a year's time. Hezron had a new life now, a new job, a chance to simply live.
His hands slowly reached to the collar of his shirt, slowly wrapping around his neck as he felt a tightness in his throat. He worked to breath, trying to simply calm himself back down as his hand tingled with pins and needles, his fingers trembling slightly as he felt the skin of his neck crawl. In times like this, the quiet and dead hours of the day, his mind had time to think.
And the thoughts in his head were nothing but war, death, and his failure to stop any of it. He glanced down beneath the bar, at the long rectangle case he always kept close on hand, before he closed his eyes tight, hearing his heartbeat slowing as he got control of himself, just as the ding from the doors sensor alerted him that someone enter the bar.
"Welcome to Golo's Bar and Grill." Hezron said as he turned around to face the new customer, pulling out a datapad as he stood behind the bar, in front of the new come, "What are you having today?" He asked with a faked smile and cheery demeanor he had learned to use working here for almost a whole year now.
His eyes stared at the woman who stood with her hands behind her back, two pointed ears sticking out of the black mass of hair on her head, and yellow eyes staring out of a mostly human like face. Tails, multiple numbers of them, flicked this way and that as she sauntered up towards the bartop, a red dress which left little to the imagination clinging to her every movement, and a smile on her face which made him freeze.
A smile he recognized, from a person he recognized.
"Hmmm...good question. I'm thinking something fancy...Some Merenzane Gold aught to hit the spot..." Calpernia said as she walked up to the bar and hoped into the seat with an unnatural grace, her smile growing wider as Hezron took a step back, "Nice for a celebration. After all, it's not every day a man comes back from the dead. Isn't that right...master?" she said, recognizing the Arkanian Offshoot, even all of these years later.
Once, he was the master, and she his apprentice. He'd found the light, and she had sunk further into the dark. Now, as she sat, two gleaming vibroaxes at her hips and a compacted saberstaff behind her back, she looked to the man as the blood red light of the sky and sun poured through the doorway behind her, and the datapad hezron had fell and clattered to the ground from his grasp.