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Inner Rim.
Eshan System.
Eshan.
Although inexorably linked to his heritage, this was only the second time Jubei had visited Eshan, both times for the same reason: to uncover the truth about his mother. This time had brought him no closer to the truth than the last, and he pondered the possibility that he may never know, depressing as it was. Three weeks wasted.
Arriving at the spaceport at the edge of the city, he aimed to leave this planet behind, there was nothing for him here. The death of his mother had severed all ties to her homeworld just the same as it did with his Thyrsian father. While prepping the ship, he caught a twinge of maliciousness in the Force, something not right, something that doesn't belong here.
On the far side of the landing platform he spied a rather large man that looked to be an Eshan native just arriving to the planet. Difficult to tell from distance, the man seemed to sport some type of markings on his face, tattoos likely. But it wasn't the markings that bothered him, it was the void of black that surrounded the man as if he were rejecting any and all manner of compassion and forgiveness. Kriffing Sith. Wonderful...
"Don't do it." he spoke to himself while shutting down the prepping of his ship. "Just leave." he closed up the bay doors. "You don't have to do this, Jubei." he locked down the ship. "This isn't your problem." and began a fast walk across the landing platform towards the Sith. "Are you really doing this?" he did a quick check of his weapons. "Yeah, I'm doing this."
"Hey!" He yelled from about 20 yards away at the man, now walking closer at a normal pace. "You don't belong here! Eshan has no business with the likes of you. But I do, you brainless piece of shitsack Sith garbage! Your kind murder for fun, I wonder how it feels to have the tables turned..." Jubei stopped some 10 feet away, his right hand slid across his beltline and curled his fingers loosely around the hilt of his katana hanging from his left hip, while the left hand reached behind his left shoulder and took hold of the massive four-foot long twin-bladed Souba strapped to his back, and dropped his body into an unrecognizable offence stance. "Pray to your god.."
@Gian Greydragon
Eshan System.
Eshan.
Although inexorably linked to his heritage, this was only the second time Jubei had visited Eshan, both times for the same reason: to uncover the truth about his mother. This time had brought him no closer to the truth than the last, and he pondered the possibility that he may never know, depressing as it was. Three weeks wasted.
Arriving at the spaceport at the edge of the city, he aimed to leave this planet behind, there was nothing for him here. The death of his mother had severed all ties to her homeworld just the same as it did with his Thyrsian father. While prepping the ship, he caught a twinge of maliciousness in the Force, something not right, something that doesn't belong here.
On the far side of the landing platform he spied a rather large man that looked to be an Eshan native just arriving to the planet. Difficult to tell from distance, the man seemed to sport some type of markings on his face, tattoos likely. But it wasn't the markings that bothered him, it was the void of black that surrounded the man as if he were rejecting any and all manner of compassion and forgiveness. Kriffing Sith. Wonderful...
"Don't do it." he spoke to himself while shutting down the prepping of his ship. "Just leave." he closed up the bay doors. "You don't have to do this, Jubei." he locked down the ship. "This isn't your problem." and began a fast walk across the landing platform towards the Sith. "Are you really doing this?" he did a quick check of his weapons. "Yeah, I'm doing this."
"Hey!" He yelled from about 20 yards away at the man, now walking closer at a normal pace. "You don't belong here! Eshan has no business with the likes of you. But I do, you brainless piece of shitsack Sith garbage! Your kind murder for fun, I wonder how it feels to have the tables turned..." Jubei stopped some 10 feet away, his right hand slid across his beltline and curled his fingers loosely around the hilt of his katana hanging from his left hip, while the left hand reached behind his left shoulder and took hold of the massive four-foot long twin-bladed Souba strapped to his back, and dropped his body into an unrecognizable offence stance. "Pray to your god.."
@Gian Greydragon
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