Caligula
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Mar 27, 2015
- Messages
- 232
- Reaction score
- 47
Kaza O'Bizzark was resting in a seedy bar on the wrong side of Trandosha. He had decided to travel back to his home-world for a small session of R&R. The political life of a Senator was weighing him down. It was far easier to be the head of a criminal tycoon. He was lounging on a luxurious bed of Nexu fur when his datapad lit up. His assistant, Pierce, walked the datapad over to Kaza and bowed slightly. "Sir, a message for you." Kaza lazily looked over at the message and slowly scanned both the sender and the subject. However, when he finally registered what the message was about, his eyes widened and he sat up, taking the datapad from Pierce. He scrolled through the message, fully reading everything and allowing a small smile to roll onto his reptilian lips. "How peculiar... A member of the Sacred Band wants to do business." Then he shrugged. "First time for everything." Then he sent the reply.
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Immen Nothab was kneeling on a meditation mat, his eyes closed as he was deep in concentration. His breathing was slow as he thought on his training. The words of his studies and books came to him as he continued to build up his self confidence. He knew he was better than those other apprentices. He may have even been better than some Padawans. But no Master wanted to train him. They were intimidated by his success, he had decided. The true reason was that his arrogance was dangerous, and would one day get him and those around him hurt. Unfortunately, that lesson would be learned all too soon. On that day, in that small town on Alderaan, there was a festival scheduled. The festival was a celebration that the good people of the town held for kicks, simply because they could. Everyone contributed with whatever they could manage to provide; food, drink, entertainment, anything. It was sort of like a city-wide block party. It seemed like a fun event, and Immen would surely attend.
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Immen Nothab was kneeling on a meditation mat, his eyes closed as he was deep in concentration. His breathing was slow as he thought on his training. The words of his studies and books came to him as he continued to build up his self confidence. He knew he was better than those other apprentices. He may have even been better than some Padawans. But no Master wanted to train him. They were intimidated by his success, he had decided. The true reason was that his arrogance was dangerous, and would one day get him and those around him hurt. Unfortunately, that lesson would be learned all too soon. On that day, in that small town on Alderaan, there was a festival scheduled. The festival was a celebration that the good people of the town held for kicks, simply because they could. Everyone contributed with whatever they could manage to provide; food, drink, entertainment, anything. It was sort of like a city-wide block party. It seemed like a fun event, and Immen would surely attend.