Taris. Once upon a year ago, there had been a Sith academy on Taris. Since the Imperials betrayed the Sith and chased them out of the Empire though, the academy was just a shell. There was a chainlink fence surrounding the campus now, with brightly colored signs every three meters that spelled out 'TARISIAN CITY SCHOOL, OPENING SOON'. Apparently, the city was turning the former Sith Academy into some sort of school. Ambrosia had no strong opinions about the development, but she knew someone who would.
Click! ... Bu-loop! The Arkanian offshoot took a picture of the former Sith stronghold and forward it to Malerion (@Braden) without a caption. She figured he would hate to see it, and that brought a smile to her lips.
Satisfied, Ambrosia turned away from the fence and continued her way down the busy Tarisian street. There was supposed to be a festival that night. From the very brief research she'd done, it had its origins in a Dark Side cult from thousands and thousands of years ago. Though it was now almost entirely secular, the history had still drawn Ambrosia out to the former Sith planet and into its streets. She had no goal in mind; other than enjoying herself, of course.
A pale hand pushed against a door left ajar, and the Arkanian offshoot stepped into the moodily-lit bar. What better way to start off the night than getting a few drinks into her system?
The Sith wore a lavender lace bustier top with a pair of well-fitted jeans and matching lavender kitten heels. She looked like anything but Sith, with nothing on her that could even remotely identify her as such. With her big doe eyes, porcelain skin, pouty lips and innocent gaze... how could she be?
"Vodka soda," she called out to the bartender, slipping into place to the left of a woman with rosy cheeks and strikingly green eyes.
@LadyRen
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