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((Takes place before Battle of Tython))
Sogar Derimsa sat alone in a small bar, slowly dragging his thick, almost stubby finger around the glass of Ale put before him at 2:06 AM, nearly an hour before. Anything could have been on the former Sith Lord's mind. Having just left Lehon days before after being to the galaxy for a full year, the former Warmaster could've been contemplating the universe and his place it in. He could've been dwelling on the fact that he felt like he no longer belonged among the people with whom he had spent his entire life. He could've been entertaining his mind with anything of value.
Yet Sogar thought of nothing. His mind was blank, his Force Sense was blank, his entire body was zoned almost as zoned out as his mind. The thought that brought him abruptly back was, Am I really this old?
Sitting back and regaining his Force consciousness and awareness, Sogar realized he was no longer alone in the bar. Strange, this wasn't a well known place, and everything but the Corellian drinks were terrible here. Most sensible beings avoided these places. Yet, the newcomer, it felt familiar to Sogar.
Without turning, he set aside his warm drink and ordered two Corellian Wiskeys. The bartender paused for a moment, glancing over at the ale Sogar had already ordered an hour before and left untouched, and asked.
"Two more drinks? Why, if'n ye don't mind me askin'."
Pulling a slight grin and throwing back his black hood, the Iktotchi replied.
"Well one for me to actually drink and the other. Well, I think I'll just let it sit at the chair next to me until someone actually wants it, the poor thing..."
As the bartender shook his head and retrieved the whiskey, Sogar remarked aloud.
"Chilly out tonight, isn't it, Miss Daw?"
Sogar Derimsa sat alone in a small bar, slowly dragging his thick, almost stubby finger around the glass of Ale put before him at 2:06 AM, nearly an hour before. Anything could have been on the former Sith Lord's mind. Having just left Lehon days before after being to the galaxy for a full year, the former Warmaster could've been contemplating the universe and his place it in. He could've been dwelling on the fact that he felt like he no longer belonged among the people with whom he had spent his entire life. He could've been entertaining his mind with anything of value.
Yet Sogar thought of nothing. His mind was blank, his Force Sense was blank, his entire body was zoned almost as zoned out as his mind. The thought that brought him abruptly back was, Am I really this old?
Sitting back and regaining his Force consciousness and awareness, Sogar realized he was no longer alone in the bar. Strange, this wasn't a well known place, and everything but the Corellian drinks were terrible here. Most sensible beings avoided these places. Yet, the newcomer, it felt familiar to Sogar.
Without turning, he set aside his warm drink and ordered two Corellian Wiskeys. The bartender paused for a moment, glancing over at the ale Sogar had already ordered an hour before and left untouched, and asked.
"Two more drinks? Why, if'n ye don't mind me askin'."
Pulling a slight grin and throwing back his black hood, the Iktotchi replied.
"Well one for me to actually drink and the other. Well, I think I'll just let it sit at the chair next to me until someone actually wants it, the poor thing..."
As the bartender shook his head and retrieved the whiskey, Sogar remarked aloud.
"Chilly out tonight, isn't it, Miss Daw?"