Weird. Caris picked up an arm, set it down, and grasped another for inspection. He could still feel the phantom fingers stretching in his missing limb. An incredible strange experience trying to decide on an arm. He shook his head. Setting the latest on the table. The healer looking expectantly...
Caris was the brooding type. Not by nature really, but by reputation. His penchant for working alone and eschewing traditional Jedi worlds labeled him an outcast. A typical lightsaber first, questions later type of man. The truth was Caris didn’t brood…at least not much. He was a Shadow, and he...
Taris was one of the galaxies most renowned ecumenopolis’. Ruled by oppressive oligarchs for generations, the Tarisian landscape carried many of the hallmarks of the oppressed. The upper city was a paradise of the wealthy while the lower city wallowed in crime-soaked poverty. Not much had...