Trodai was back where it all started. Tatooine, land of dunes and the twin suns. He had returned, via a indirect route, and many jumps to avoid bounty hunters as to catch something of a break from it all. He was tired of running and needed a break for a bit, back to his roots seemed as good a place as any. He was sure the orphanage he had guarded once wouldn't mind a old, familiar face.
In fact he had already been and the owner was overjoyed. Yet how little they knew about him now and what he had become.
Yet he did not stay, he instead opted for a place in Mos Eisley. A place he could lay low, and be ignored. Mostly. With his hood up, lightsaber hidden and make on he walked around, most were content with their own business. Some gave him strange looks in awe at his huge muscular frame and size, electing to move aside when he passed by. Those few who didn't and bumped into him were met with a glare and a look. A hidden something said within the Force and it was enough to move them as they shot off scared. Images and nightmares filling their brains.
He chuckled at the thought of it.
Soon enough and he entered into a bar, he knew he had to be more careful this time and as such settled for a less strong liquor. He didn't need another Mindor incident. Especially as he was wanted and a Sith. It was too much attention. Standing at the bar, he took a seat, feeling everything and everyone. The Force was not a gift and a curse to those who carried it, they could not escape others thoughts and feelings no matter if they tried and it was often a lonely existence.
He sometimes envied those not connected to it. To be free of the burden for even a day would be a blessing in disguise but he knew it was never to be. Instead he took another drink, contemplating what to do next. Then he felt something, and tuned his head. Something was about to happen but he wasn't sure what.
He looked at the door and saw a stranger enter. She appeared to be looking for something or someone, a human by the bar, male with blonde hair and a scar looked behind nervously.
"I don't want trouble. I have credits! You can have them all!"
He said before trying run. Trodai looked on with curiosity, awaiting to see what this was about and what fun might be had. The thrill of a chase and battle enthralled him. As a Warrior he wished it were him hunting but he didn't need the attention. But that said he did follow with his eyes to see what happened as the man darted into the kitchen. He followed behind, slowly, not gaining attention even as he saw whoever it was that were chasing pay no notice to security. Who were intent to not let her get to her quarry. At least for now.
@PurpleDelta @Hastur
In fact he had already been and the owner was overjoyed. Yet how little they knew about him now and what he had become.
Yet he did not stay, he instead opted for a place in Mos Eisley. A place he could lay low, and be ignored. Mostly. With his hood up, lightsaber hidden and make on he walked around, most were content with their own business. Some gave him strange looks in awe at his huge muscular frame and size, electing to move aside when he passed by. Those few who didn't and bumped into him were met with a glare and a look. A hidden something said within the Force and it was enough to move them as they shot off scared. Images and nightmares filling their brains.
He chuckled at the thought of it.
Soon enough and he entered into a bar, he knew he had to be more careful this time and as such settled for a less strong liquor. He didn't need another Mindor incident. Especially as he was wanted and a Sith. It was too much attention. Standing at the bar, he took a seat, feeling everything and everyone. The Force was not a gift and a curse to those who carried it, they could not escape others thoughts and feelings no matter if they tried and it was often a lonely existence.
He sometimes envied those not connected to it. To be free of the burden for even a day would be a blessing in disguise but he knew it was never to be. Instead he took another drink, contemplating what to do next. Then he felt something, and tuned his head. Something was about to happen but he wasn't sure what.
He looked at the door and saw a stranger enter. She appeared to be looking for something or someone, a human by the bar, male with blonde hair and a scar looked behind nervously.
"I don't want trouble. I have credits! You can have them all!"
He said before trying run. Trodai looked on with curiosity, awaiting to see what this was about and what fun might be had. The thrill of a chase and battle enthralled him. As a Warrior he wished it were him hunting but he didn't need the attention. But that said he did follow with his eyes to see what happened as the man darted into the kitchen. He followed behind, slowly, not gaining attention even as he saw whoever it was that were chasing pay no notice to security. Who were intent to not let her get to her quarry. At least for now.
@PurpleDelta @Hastur