Gaz Fallwen
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- Dec 16, 2018
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Velmor
1425 local time
The two Sith were supposed to meet at 1430, but Gaz had figured it never hurt to be early, even if it's only a little. It generally tended to leave a good first impression, and left him some time to clear his head before beginning the mission, and he knew he'd need a clear head for what came next.1425 local time
They would have to do diplomacy, which was the one damned thing no one--not his father and not his Sith tutors--had taught him. Then again, who actually even used diplomacy nowadays? There were a handful of wars the Empire was in, so many that he was losing track of them, and they expected him to serve as a diplomat on some Mid Rim no-name planet. Maybe if they deployed diplomats every time something bad happened, the Sith wouldn't be killing one another, but that was the sort of thing you could get executed for saying.
He lit up a spice cigarette as he waited for the other Sith in the courtyard of Velmor's grandest palace, which was, by galactic standards, a shack. Compare it to even the smallest palace on Alderaan and you would be comparing an outhouse to a skyscraper. But hey, he wasn't one to judge. He'd grown up on some no-name moon.
The clock slowly turned to 1430, which meant it was showtime. Taking a few more puffs of the cigarette, he put it out with two fingers as the other Sith arrived, but didn't throw it away yet. There were no trash cans around, and he didn't want to litter. @One For Sorrow