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It is said there are seven deadly sins. Pride, on one's own self-worth. Greed, of one's wants. Lust, for one's own sexual passions. Envy, for one's spite. Wrath, for one's anger. Gluttony, for one's own hunger.
Then there is sloth. The seventh sin. The double-edged sin. Whether extreme laziness or extreme workaholicism, both fit the criteria for the vice. If any sin, with the possible exception of pride, held grip on Geist Weiss. It was sloth. He was both a workaholic and a sloth. A living contradiction.
This living contradiction was currently living in the Centrality. He had been awaiting a rendezvous with Darth Exilis, a man's whose name reaped the opposite of pride yet hissed of sloth. However, the Sith Lord had yet to arrive and would never arrive. Darth Exilis was dead.
Intelligence reports were the harbingers of this revelation, but reports were sketchy, so Geist had been assigned to wait a few more days just in case. It didn't hinder the alchemist's work, as he had operations in the Centrality as well, under the pseudo-name Christian Shepherd.
But alas, he was not using this name right now. The Centrality did not care if a Sith was in their territory as long as the Sith didn't try anything. The Centrality kept logs of their visitors quiet, so the Jedi had yet to learn of his location, unless by chance, but the odds were low. The best likelihood would be a single Jedi. And knowing the Jedi, they wanted to prove themselves, so Geist could see the Jedi coming alone to face him. Even Jedi held onto prestige.
Geist felt safe enough that he was relaxing inside a reserved pool area. It was a VIP area, so the glass was tinted so outsiders couldn't see, jammers were in place to prevent eavesdroppers, and security measures were in place. Yes, a place to relax and laze around.
However, just because he felt safe did not mean Geist was not cautious and aware of his surroundings.
Then there is sloth. The seventh sin. The double-edged sin. Whether extreme laziness or extreme workaholicism, both fit the criteria for the vice. If any sin, with the possible exception of pride, held grip on Geist Weiss. It was sloth. He was both a workaholic and a sloth. A living contradiction.
This living contradiction was currently living in the Centrality. He had been awaiting a rendezvous with Darth Exilis, a man's whose name reaped the opposite of pride yet hissed of sloth. However, the Sith Lord had yet to arrive and would never arrive. Darth Exilis was dead.
Intelligence reports were the harbingers of this revelation, but reports were sketchy, so Geist had been assigned to wait a few more days just in case. It didn't hinder the alchemist's work, as he had operations in the Centrality as well, under the pseudo-name Christian Shepherd.
But alas, he was not using this name right now. The Centrality did not care if a Sith was in their territory as long as the Sith didn't try anything. The Centrality kept logs of their visitors quiet, so the Jedi had yet to learn of his location, unless by chance, but the odds were low. The best likelihood would be a single Jedi. And knowing the Jedi, they wanted to prove themselves, so Geist could see the Jedi coming alone to face him. Even Jedi held onto prestige.
Geist felt safe enough that he was relaxing inside a reserved pool area. It was a VIP area, so the glass was tinted so outsiders couldn't see, jammers were in place to prevent eavesdroppers, and security measures were in place. Yes, a place to relax and laze around.
However, just because he felt safe did not mean Geist was not cautious and aware of his surroundings.