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Location: Eriadu, Outer Rim
Time: Afternoon
Participants: @Darasuum
Theme: You Feel Me <> Born I Music
OOC: here
People steal froom other people all the time. Usually the thieves continue to be thieves. THe good citizens continue to be good citizens. They loathe one another for their differences in social status but they all share the same galaxy. Some sit in the canopy of their metaphorical jungle while others wriggle around in the dirt. However it is less common when a thief steals from another thief. Is it stealing if its already stolen? Those were the types of perspectives spoken in university classes or by stoned school kids buying drugs with their parent's money.
Cyzyn-Itza-Rus obeyed the natural order. He was the natural order. Nature had its own agenda regardless of others and the Tiss'shar was here to see it completed. The place he had in mind needed Colonists. There were slaver ships passing through Eriadu, under the radar. The scaled Jedi Exile did not know exactly who, or how many. He did not need to. He just needed to know where. There were shadows where mold and creatures frequented. If one wanted to reap these things then all they had to do was bring the tools and wait at the proper location.
The man wore his Drake Heavy Armor today. As usual he wore his lightsabers on underneath the cloak. The ashen colored cloth protected details of his being from prying eyes. However that did not hide his two meter tall frame nor the spikes and ridges that ran along the edges of his armor as well as up and down his spine. They used to have just been bony masses at the top of his head but had since become sharp spines that crested his head and ended at the tip of his tail. The rest of his usual equipment was on his person and he wondered just how much of it he would need for the day.
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