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Placing the circuitry back into his assassin droid after he had finished tinkering it, Melhi mused about what he should do and came to the realization that his life had become mundane. Yes, that’s what it was; mundane. The majority of what he had been spending his time doing was training and for once he found that it was getting old. At least before he had come to the New Sith Imperium he had, had some times that he had been able to have fun. Escape from it all, not that he needed to escape. He enjoyed his life. It was just becoming a little boring. Melhi needed something to stir up his life again.
Melhi scowled and pulled himself to his feet without switching on the droid. Both of the droids he owned were sitting next to each other, off. They hadn’t been turned on since he had gotten there. In a since they were gathering dust, thought he did give them care and his continued tinkering. He kicked the leg of his assassin droid letting out the hiss of a curse, deciding that he would leave for a while to prevent himself from becoming stir crazy. Melhi gave his horns a rough polish and spun out of his room to find some entertainment, hoping that he wouldn't be needed for anything very soon. He wanted this time.
Soon finding himself in a cantina on Makem Te, Melhi ordered a drink quickly and sat to observe the crowds wondering perhaps if there was a death sticks dealer in the vicinity. It had been so long since he had entered a cantina that it felt a little foreign to him to allow himself to relax. He let out a sigh and sulked a little as he put his drinks to his lips and listened to the music. At least it had a pleasant sound to it, that was good. He hoped that this evening would be a good one, after all, to him, something was good until proved otherwise.
Melhi scowled and pulled himself to his feet without switching on the droid. Both of the droids he owned were sitting next to each other, off. They hadn’t been turned on since he had gotten there. In a since they were gathering dust, thought he did give them care and his continued tinkering. He kicked the leg of his assassin droid letting out the hiss of a curse, deciding that he would leave for a while to prevent himself from becoming stir crazy. Melhi gave his horns a rough polish and spun out of his room to find some entertainment, hoping that he wouldn't be needed for anything very soon. He wanted this time.
Soon finding himself in a cantina on Makem Te, Melhi ordered a drink quickly and sat to observe the crowds wondering perhaps if there was a death sticks dealer in the vicinity. It had been so long since he had entered a cantina that it felt a little foreign to him to allow himself to relax. He let out a sigh and sulked a little as he put his drinks to his lips and listened to the music. At least it had a pleasant sound to it, that was good. He hoped that this evening would be a good one, after all, to him, something was good until proved otherwise.