Verona..
boy what a powder keg! feifi had come here to test her skill, experience was the best teacher after all, and why not begin where her father ended, his crowning achievement.. a testimate to the sith he was. his knowlage of turning a godless, discordant melody, into a symphony of slaughter, hate, and strife.. like a meloncholy angel.. she truly loved what he had done, aspired, was she so wrong for respecting his efforts here?.. even if he was a traitor.. and a dead one? could she not respect who he was before his.. fall into madness?.. The powder keg planet that was Verona, boy oh boy, had the families been busy, mini cold war.. voices of peace silences like bratty children in the face of ever lasting tension and hatred... such a gem.. surely there was SOME trouble the Mandalorian female could find. she walked the streets, she made sure to wear her sick new robes, she had learned to appreciate the speed and stealth it afforded her, rather than her clunky mandalorian armor, she puases, thinking, would father appreciate the woman she was becoming?.. had she not stolen away on his ship to join him in his grand crusade with the order?... she quickly shook her head, walking into the cantina, lets see what the local flavor was...
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