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[b]Tatooine[/b][hr]
[b]T[/b]all as he was, Mako raised to his full height at the beckoning of another. It wasn’t until the last moment had he realized he was being approached; sustaining one’s self with the force was a consuming task—at least for him it was.  The shirtless male was veiled by a wind-battered dark cloak, its folds billowing left and right; it made him feel powerful as he looked down on this stranger. 

[color=red][b]“T[/b]rue as that may be, I’m afraid I can’t afford to believe in inconsistences.”[/color] He brought the two-handed dark hilt into his hand and brought his arm out the doublings of his cloak. He hoped the possibility of a fight would persuade the man to move on, he knew he had little chance in winning. 

[b]N[/b]ow that he focused, he could feel the unique balance that attempted to meld inside him. It was… unnatural.  [color=red][b]“L[/b]eave me be warrior. I have not the time to dawdle with you. Your--Your uncertainty bothers me.”[/color] 

[@mattmanganon]