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Music Appreciation Thread

@SleepingSilence 5/10. It's alright, kinda bland but also kinda catchy. Also didn't realize right away that was Chris Jericho, surprised he's a good singer.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Fixed it.

Lavender Radio Tower || Volume 01

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Paradise
The Tipsy Rancor, dive bar

The bar stank of cigarettes and lies, a small trio of musicians played a somber tune in the corner of the establishment. A bith blew into a flute, his fingertips dancing across the instrument as the song progressed. He was in rhythm with a human who was strumming a seven-string hallikset. Both musicians flanked a green skinned Twilek woman, clad in a tight black dress. As Talina stepped into the tavern the wookie bouncer give her a glare, then rose a furred paw indicating that she was allowed inside. She was happy the furbag had let her in without incident, those animals shouldn't be in a place like this. They belonged tolling along in the mines across the galaxy, using their great strength for something productive. If this wasn't a neutral location then she would have certainly informed the Empire of the beast. She let out a deep breath then approached the central bar in the middle, a grey haired man behind it, polishing a shot glass. She was relieved it was a human there. She didn't feel like trying to enunciate her words for some bug eyed freak that would undoubtedly screw up her order.

"One vodka martini, stirred with a twist." Talina ordered with a smile as she put her arms on the bar and waited. The bartender gave her a nod then went straight to work. His fingers seemed to move in synch with the music as he put together her drink.

The bar was quiet, only three patrons sat at it. Two rough looking men, one missing a right arm, and a duros. The latter gave her nothing but the briefest of glances then looked back at the band. The gaze from the other two lasted longer, the armless fellow not so inconspicuously checking her out. Talina wasn't dressed like most off duty Imperials would. A cutoff shirt with a hardy leather jacket on her upper body, then a pair of black slacks with high heeled boots on her lower half. The armless man seemed to be eyeing her backside. The Imperial agent shot an icy glare at both men. They locked eyes, the duo then seemed to collectively smirk before finally looking away from Talina. Then her drink was placed in front of her, she gave the barkeep a smile then retreated to a table in the back of the room.

As the tailhead wailed into the microphone in the corner of the pub, Talina sat down, taking a sip of her martini. She blinked as she downed the smooth taste of alcohol. There was nothing better than a refreshing drink after a hard day's work. She was by no means an alcoholic, so many in the Hutt systems were that. Their entire existence was based around perpetual intoxication. What a waste of life. At least they were easy to extract information from.

"You crooked nerfherder! I saw you peeking at my cards." A man in a booth within speaking distance from her's exclaimed, then rose up from his seat, then lunged over towards the surprised rodian, grabbing him by the collar. The bar room went silent, the band pausing their music as the musician hit a bad note on his hallikset.

"Put him down now. I've told you before Reyza. You can't pull this nonsense in my bar. There's no fights in here or I'll have Urryhr rip him from your arms. He'd take your whole arm with it." The bartender hollered from his position behind the bar. The wookie bouncer scowled, then clenched his fists, just waiting for the moment for his boss to order him into action. Talina could practically see the boiling rage on the beast's face. Reyza glanced around, his hand starting to shake before he let go of the rodian, then issued a quick look of apology to the bartender.

As the man sat down the calmness seemed to return to the The Tipsy Rancor. Talina had watched the entire incident with curiosity, she didn't doubt the rodian had cheated. They were a notoriously untrustworthy species, dirty in their ways and thinking. She returned to sipping her martini and watching the band as they had returned to playing. Her attention was pulled from that as she watched the two dirtballs that were eyeballing her get up from their seats and stroll towards her. She sighed, rolling her eyes. Talina did not even look up at them as they stood in front of her table, the one of them able to cross his arms doing so. Both of them stunk of booze and cigarettes.

"Hey there pretty lady, whats a girl like you doing in a dirty place like this?" The armless one spoke, trying to flirt with her. This made her roll her eyes again and causing her to try her best to not gag in disgust.

"Why don't you come back with us to our ship? We're both merchants, heading to Coruscant." The other one said with a stupid smile on his face. Talina stared at the table, then finally glanced up at both of the fools. They didn't know who they were speaking to, of course they didn't, her occupation was not known to all but a few in the Empire.

"Walk away now boys. You've both clearly had too much to drink and honestly, neither of you are even worth the breath it takes to talk to you." She said coldly, leering at both of them with an expression of disgust.

"What did she just say?"

"You have some nerve, harpy, we're just trying to help a girl out." The armless one replied, giving a dumb smirk once more. At that moment Talina swore if she saw him give that stupid smile again then she'd knock the teeth clean from his mouth.

"Go away. I'm not normally this nice." Talina muttered, resting her hand on her forehead. Her other hand went down towards her hip, underneath the table.

"Come on baby." The one armed idiot pitifully said, then grabbed her shoulder. That was it. They were lucky she even was speaking to them, touching them was a whole different level. The fact that they thought they even had the right to touch someone of her level sent her into an instant rage.

Her hand shot at his firmly grasping the wrist with surprising swiftness, then she bent it in a direction it should not have gone, slamming the lower part of her hand down hard on his limb. Then the sickening sound of a bone being shattered echoed through the bar, then the man hollered. As the other man reeled in shock he went to grab her, his buddy still in pain, his one good arm no longer good. Talina slipped from her seat, tucking underneath the man's grasp. One of her feet slipped just in front of her attacker's left shin, then she lifted the leg up and pushed down on the back of his head with one of her hands. The wooden table shook as the man's skull impacted onto it, knocking him out unconscious. The other man blinked, then uselessly lunged at Talina. She darted underneath the swing with a stunningly fast amount of athleticism. Her right boot came up and nailed the man in the crotch, as he bent over in pain she brought a fist up to meet with the man's temple. He too was down for the count, out cold next to his idiot friend. The Imperial agent didn't even break a sweat.

"Sorry about that. I can't stand creeps like that." Talina said with a nervous smile, then quickly finished her drink.

She moved towards the bar and paid for her martini, counting out just the right amount of credits. She left a nice tip for the bartender, then speed walked out the door. The wookie bouncer's mouth was wide open in surprise at what had just transpired. As Talina vanished into the crowd the Tipsy Rancor was quiet once more. A few minutes after she had departed and both drunkards were removed, the pub returned to its usual state.

What Are You Listening To?

So fucking insane (that's a good thing).

Music Appreciation Thread

@TheMadAsshatter I'll rate an 9/10. It's groovy and deeply soulful. I was bobbing my head to it. I'm digging the bassline and instruments overall. The singer's voice is smooth.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Aboard Moff Taurus' capital ship, in Illos Space

The air aboard the impressive Imperial vessel was filled with tension. So much of it that one could have sliced it wide open with a metaphorical knife. Crewmen darted around the spacecraft, while others stayed in their designated places. The Moff in charge of the ship had quite a few detractors to his divisive plans involving Paradise, which they were within range of at the moment. She walked through the central hallway, her boots clanking against the thick durasteel floors with every step. Each movement of Talina Eriston seemed to be rift with pure determination, yet her expression was one of picturesque calmness. She was not herself on this mission, she had taken another identity and was under deep cover. If her true identity had been revealed then she would most certainly be court-martialed. That did not concern her, failure was never something she considered.

Talina's shoulder length brown hair was tied into an topknot, a hat of an esteemed Imperial officer sat upon the top her head. She looked every bit the part, including the scowl she sported on her face as she made her way to the bridge of the vessel. Crewmen that took notice of her approaching presence stood at attention, giving her salutes. They looked upon her as a commanding officer, someone of a greater rank then them. In actuality she was but a highly skilled spy, who led every single person on the ship on. It felt odd to be performing such a mission 'against' fellow Imperials, but she could not turn down a direct order. Taurus' actions were illogical, she could see why Moff Orro had called upon her for such a high risk task. He trusted her, thought highly of her and she had every intention to reinforce that embedded trust in her.

Two Stormtroopers saluted as she approached the entrance to the bridge, following a short set of stairs she found herself walking on a direct course to Moff Taurus. He had his back turned, his gaze directed out the front of bridge, the man's eyes deadset on the opposing Imperial starship. The other Star Destroyer stood out amongst the backdrop of the stars, the sight nearly took away the devoted Imperial spy's breath as she continued walking. To the sides on a lower level were the bridge's crew, they kept an eye upon the ship's logistics, detailing any important information to the moff. A few glanced up at her as she walked, then returned to their stations. Flanking the moff were his second, Admiral Benkai Costake, and his third in command, Vice Admiral Nelsam Varnor.

"The ship is ready for any scenario sir, crew morale is high." Talina spoke out to the moff. Admiral Costake glanced at Talina, then back out toward the window. Varnor was on a datapad, but he briefly popped his eyes up from the device. Both men remained silent as Taurus spoke out, having turned his attention to Talina, who he believed at the moment was one of his loyal officers aboard his Star Destroyer.

"Excellent to hear, Lieutenant. We cannot allow the mission to fail, Orro is in the wrong here," Taurus confidently stated. He was young by moff standards, but was held by high esteem within Imperial command. That was until his latest decision to harass a neutral power. "I will not accept his boarding. He must be the one to back off."

"Sir, are you sure about this?" Costake inquired, the words not coming out in the most upbeat of tones. He blinked as Taurus scowled, his brow furrowing.

"Surer than every, Admiral. Try not to question my decisions again. Varnor, give the order to send Imperial boarding craft to Paradise. I want that scum brought onto my ship alive, rip through the entire station if you have to." Taurus ordered, then glanced back at the window. Varnor tapped on his datapad, then finally spoke.

"I cannot do that sir. The crew do not stand behind you."

"Varnor are you mad? Lieutenant Locrev just informed me the ship is ready and stands behind me. I will find you of contempt against the Empire if you do not issue the order." Taurus reiliterated, getting right into Varnor's face, his hands on the man's collar.

"I never stated they stood behind you, sir." Talina interjected as Taurus corrected the moff and he began to turn his rage towards her.

"Are you threatening to remove me from command? I call the shots around here, the ship does not move without my orders. I will have you all you all put under trial and dishonorably discharged!" Taurus exclaimed, as he stared down Talina. Then spoke out once more, to his second in command. "Are you with these traitors, Benkai?"

"I am sir, I do apologize it had to come to this." The Admiral answered, as a trio of Stormtroopers walked through the doorway, heading towards the officers and the moff.

"Have all three of these mutineers thrown into the brig immediately." Taurus ordered as the troopers approached, their blaster rifles raised.

All eyes on the bridge had turned to the attempted mutiny. Talina did not even turn to the glance at the approaching soldiers, instead a smirk appeared on her face and she stepped aside. That smile that only appeared on her face when a plan had come to total fruition. All three troopers passed by Talina, and pointed their weapons at the moff. Who looked more shocked than he had ever before in his entire life. His typically calm facade had been torn through and he glared at all in the room.

"Moff Taurus I am removing you from command of this Star Destroyer, effective immediatly. I am handing you over the Moff Orro and ordering this vessel to stand down in its approach to Paradise." Costake ordered, his words now full of poise and command. One of the stormtroopers placed Taurus in handcuffs, then started to lead him away.

"You will all hang for this, every single one of you that went along with this treacherous offense!" Taurus hollered as he was pushed away from the bridge. Talina nearly laughed at the man's words. Then activated her comlink.

"Sir, this is Agent Talina Eriston. Moff Taurus has been removed from command and placed in the brig. Admiral Costake will remove the vessel from Paradise space and puts himself along with everyone on the ship under your command." The formerly undercover Imperial agent stated, the now first and second in command surprised at the revelation. Neither spoke a word, only glancing at each other then towards Talina as she walked out the bridge, the smile still on her face. She had to report back to Orro personally.

Orro would inform them all later of what had just transpired. She had under a rouse convinced them both to mutiny against the moff, an initiative neither had openly objected to. She did not plant the seeds, only helped them grow. Talina had spent the last week masqueraded as another high ranking woman on the ship, Lieutenant Locrev. That woman would return to her post as soon as Talina left the ship. Taurus' brash decision to invade neutral space was not looked favorably upon by many under his command. Now the risk filled action had been squashed.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Talina Eriston

Talina Eriston

Species: Human

Age: 24

Faction: Imperial Remnant - Ultmara Sector. She works for the special operations sector within the Remnant, having earned respect and power within the faction.

Equipment: Talina uses a wide varity of equipment depending on the mission. She typically carries a Model 434 blaster pistol at all times, normally tucked into a holster along with a compact vibrodagger. She has an E-11s sniper rifle but often just leaves it locked up in her apartment, there if she needs it. She also carries several thermal detonators, binoculars, a comlink and a wrist mounted grappling hook launcher. When in casual situations she tends to wear comfortable clothes which she can move quickly in, while for infiltration missions she switches to a more sleek jumpsuit better suited for that task.

Skills:

• Talina is a highly skilled combatant, years of Imperial training has made her an elite shot with blasters. She is also formidable when unarmed, knowing several forms of martial arts and close quarters combat maneuvers.
• She's highly knowledgeable in the art of espionage, knowing for example, the best locations to break into buildings, how to acquire information and slip away without being easily found. She can blend into a crowd, just becoming another nameless nobody.
• She's capable with computers, able to hack and slice her way into systems with relative ease. Talina is then able to hide her 'digital footprints', making it harder for her hacking to be discovered.
• Talina is as athletic as they come, her body molded by rigorous training and physically demanding work. She's a talented parkourist, who is blazing fast on her feet.
• Talina is a skilled liar, able to convincingly sell a lie and make someone really believe it. She can also figure out the telltale signs of if someone is lying. Overall she is a charismatic individual, able to falsify emotions and persuade others pretty well.

Weaknesses:

• She is quite arrogant, failure is not something she is taught to ever accept. She thinks she is as close to perfect an Imperial agent as there can be.
• Talina has practically been indoctrinated by the Empire, she sees no wrong in anything they have done and genuinely believes they are the best for the the galaxy. She does not take disrespect for the Empire and the (now deceased) Emperor well. It is incredibly difficult to get her to accept viewpoints which conflict with the Empire's.
• She's racist against non-humans, looking down upon them and not liking to associate with them unless it advances her duties with the Empire. She does not often speak this racism, but it will occupy her thoughts when dealing with non-humans.
• Talina has loner tendencies, a lone wolf outlook which causes her to prefer to work with, and most often spend time no one except herself. She will work with others if it is advantageous, but is not exactly looking for buddies.
• While she is a fearsome close quarters combatant, brute strength is not her way to fight. Someone who is significantly stronger than her would be able to beat her if they were to get their hands on her.

History: Born into a backwater world that she has little true memory of, Talina Eriston's youth was spent under indoctrination by the Galactic Empire. Her family was poor, and she has not talked to them since they willingly gave her away to the Empire for a bagful of credits. She became part of a radical Imperial program, being fist fed propaganda all with the intent of one day becoming an elite agent in service of the Empire. She was taken offworld, to a remote location far from her homeworld. There were others in the program, all young children like her. She'd learn years later that was the best way to properly brainwash them all. A child learns like no other, with no other viewpoints given they will believe entirely in the one most forced upon them. Every single one of the individuals in the program were made to believe the Empire was all powerful and should never be questioned. That indoctrination would resonate with Talina for the rest of her life. The program would later be discontinued after an accident resulted in the deaths of multiple children, years after she had been finished with it though.

The young Talina practically grew up within the Empire, she was given an Imperial approved education which taught her a wide variety of subjects. She would go through testing when not in class under the program, sometimes tasked with brawling or outsmarting the other students, other times these tests resembled actual missions. None of them were life threatening while the children were still that, too young for actual combat or real operations of serious risk. Of course none of them knew that, any failure would be met with harsh discipline. Sometimes it was to be harshly reprimanded and yelled at, this was considered an 'easy way out'. For more severe failures beatings might occur, or being made to repeat the test over and over until an acceptable outcome occurred. No matter how tired they got. Talina made it a habit to avoid failure as often as she could.

As she reached adulthood Talina would 'graduate' from the program, entering full service under the Empire. She was formally made an Imperial agent, her talents and unquestionable loyalty to the Empire making her a natural fit for such a demanding role within the Empire. She would be sent to Hutt Space several years before the destruction of the second Death Star and the death of the beloved Emperor. Talina was tasked with disrupting any Rebel doings within the sector. She was the part of a small group of loyal Imperialists, each a key cog in the covert military and political operations in the sector. Talina assumed a variety of roles, information gathering being one of her most common jobs. A particularly strange mission involved her having to acquire intel from a drunk Dug with a gambling problem. She's also been notably involved with assassinations and political dealings within Hutt space. A particularly fond memory of hers being her assassination of the disgusting Yaimdrag the Hutt via explosives. The poor slug never even knew what hit him when his palace came crashing down on top of him along with dozens of other victims.

Recent times have not been easy for Talina. The death of the Emperor and the fierce Lord Vader have left her shaken but still undying in her loyalty to the Empire. She still remembers crying the day she heard the news of the great Emperor's demise, it was like she had lost a close family member. Even if she never knew the man personally, she wished she could have met him. Despite all this, Talina knows the Empire can carry on, it has always been more than one person. The so called New Republic does not scare her.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Prisoner Cells, 13th hour |~

As the Jedi knight awoke from his unconscious slumber he let out a groan, a pounding headache seemed to reverberate through his skull down to his core.
He rose a hand to where the ache felt most impactful, as he did he mentally replayed the most recent events. The savage attack on the Jedi Temple, the once proud monument to peace and knowledge now but a besieged wreck. He could almost still smell the smoke emitting from it, the foul stench of burnt corpses. In his ears the ringing of screams continued, they echoed through the halls of the Temple now through his head. He rose his hands to the sides of his head, closed his eyes and fell to the floor in a ball.

Denso nearly felt himself break into a sweat as it all hit him so hard, reminding him so much of the war. He thought he had escaped the war, thought he had found a hope filled apprentice that he could raise right in the Jedi's honorable ways. His breathing increased as visions of war ricocheted through his mind, mixed with scenes of the temple ablaze with flames and corpses. The guard he had let die, helplessly looking up at him before the monstrous Sith ended him. His heart pounded in his chest and he rolled onto his side. Blaster fire ignited in the confines of his conscious, mixed with screams of young men dying by the dozens.

He was pulled away from the mental assault by a voice ringing through the room. Denso blinked several times, unable to recognize the voice. From what it was stating he put together it was a powerful Sith, he along with a crowd of prisoners and more Sith were in this compound together. He had heard Sith speak many times before, their words were filled with constant deceit. As the speech ended, the doors to the prison opened. In came a red skinned Sith flanked by a group of guards.

The Kiffar was towards the back of the room, still breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his spin. He kept trying to calm his usually stone cold nerves. One deep breath, then another. He tried to meditate upon the light side of the Force, tearing himself away from long dead memories which crawled back to haunt him. His eyes fell upon his Padawan, the young Khan who appeared to be in full health. This fully brought the mentally scarred Knight back to reality. He rose to his feet and approached the boy, then placed a hand upon the apprentice's shoulder, giving a hopeful smirk.

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~| Lady Vivithe Lansha's personal quarters, 13th hour |~

The sunlight shined in through the open window, the wind gently a single leaf off the flowers on a nearby wooden dresser. A lavish bed sat in the center of the room, surrounded by purpled tinted curtains. The room was suitable for a very high class individual, its décor giving off nothing else but that feel. Paintings hung on parts of the wall, each of the artworks were peculiar, some surreal while others were calming. A robed woman lounged on the sofa, a glass of red wine in her hand. The words of Darth Nyiss emitted through the speakers in the facility as Lady Vivithe took a sip of wine. She sat the liquid in her mouth for a moment, feeling its rich taste. As she gulped it down her lipsticked lips closed once more.

She had arrived at the compound alongside the other Sith, Vivithe had made it a priority to get a proper feel of the impressive building. She wondered how much it had all cost, a prison compound on a jungle world filled with lethal wildlife. It was more than just a prison compound though, Sith lived here, as did the imprisoned Jedi. The Darth herself had a private room here, the Maker only knew what that woman was up to. Vivithe admired her, others would find what Nyiss had done as brutal or disturbing, a reaction suited for someone with zero knowledge of the Empire or its affairs with the Republic.

The Sith Lord took another sip of wine as Nyiss finished her speech, the and the speakers went silent. Vivithe's room was silent other than the sounds of the jungle and the gentle breeze from the outside. She finished her glass of wine gently, like a proper woman would, then set the expensive glassware aside.

The Sith rose to her feet, then started of out of her personal quarters. Her intent being the prisoner's quarters, something in mind as he walked, her doors locking behind her. Sealing the room shut for anyone but herself. Vivithe gently reached for the hood of her robe and lifted it upwards, putting it on. The chessmaster was at play.

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~| Feena, in the jungles surrounding the compound |~
~| 2 hours after Darth Nyiss' announcement |~

Tree branches shifted and shook, but only for a few seconds each. A flash of movement dashed between them, speeding at a rapid rate as they raced through the tree tops. One slip would have meant death, but for a Sith it was but a mistake. One branch shattered, then freefell to the forest floor where it impacted hard with a cracking sound, causing wildlife in the direct vicinity to flinch. The near human being dashing through the jungle leaped and landed with a roll across the ground, using the Force to brace his fall. He let out a deep breath, sweat beginning to accumulate. He had discarded his long robe, leaving it back at the facility. It was not ideal for rapid movement training such as this.

As he landed, he kept moving, hearing roars and howls behind him as he sprinted. Daven had been ordered to leave behind his lightsaber for this exercise, and he did as was demanded of him. The apprentice knew of the harrowing dangers of the jungle, the beasts Nyiss had informed them of. He had been told to go into their territory, and disturb them. Make one lap around the compound. If not for his Force training he would have been defenseless. A monstrosity emerged from his right side, a beast of claws and teeth, hunger and rage in its eyes. The creature lunged towards the young Sith, but Daven saw it coming as he jumped upwards, floating above the beast.

He could practically smell its foul breath, rift with flesh and bone. Daven landed and kept dashing. Trying to keep his stamina up as the predator followed him, he heard its footsteps as it tore through the brush. He was nearly three quarters of the way there. Daven took a sharp turn and lept over a downed tree, the beast did not let up. He heard another set of footsteps then watched as another monstrosity came at him head on. The Sith darted to the side, narrowly avoiding becoming lunch for the beast. He almost smiled as the two creatures lagged behind him and took another turn.

He kept dashing, then slid along the ground as a downed tree laid above him. Daven slipped underneath it, kicking up dirt as he moved. The two beasts kept up behind him, apparently disregarding each other in favor of the more appetizing prey, him. As the finish line was in sight he burst out from the jungle, turning himself around to face both the creaturs. They too broke from the brush into the clearing and stared him down. He took a combat stance, unarmed and tired from his training. Daven was not finished yet though. It seemed he needed to rid himself of these beasts.

Both circled him, taking a more cautious approach. He did not let either one escape his field of vision, and kept his body low. As he took another breath the first one lunged, moving at an unnatural speed. The Sith went low, falling to the ground momentarily as the beast skied over him, landing on the other side. Daven rotated around, making sure he had an eye on both. He then reached his hand out and grasped a fallen tree, broken in two. Wooden splinters shot up as it rocketed off the ground, spinning towards the beast. The creature started to move and almost dodged, but was hit on its backside, skittering it across the ground with a howl. Then with a grunt he pushed the surprised predator back into the jungle. One down.

The second came charging at him, slashing with claws. Daven was late noticing the attack, as he moved to dodge the beast impacted into his right leg, drawing blood and leaving a gruesome injury. The Chev screamed in shock and pain, angry at that he had allowed himself to get hurt.

That wasn't good enough.

His master's voice echoed through his head, and he gritted his teeth. Daven reached out with the Force right as the monstrosity went for another lunge. He backpedaled aggressively as the beast swiped and bit at him. Teeth sharper than any knife drawing dangerously closer to him. Daven kept moving and moving, avoiding more attacks from the creature. Then he felt the Force flow through him once more, pushing to overcome his tired body. Anger and pain filled his body, his emotions at a sudden fever pitch. He felt the scar on his leg leaking blood, slowly driping down to the floor. He grasped the beast's head with the Force, and slammed downwards, into the hard floor. Then he did it again, and again.

Daven exhaled as he raised his other hand and slammed the beast's whole body into the ground, he kept doing it until he was too tired to. The ugly monstrosity reminded him of the Chevin that made his childhood a living hell, the Sith had saved him from that. This is what he wanted to do to those brutal Chevin, they deserved nothing less. Blood splattered the floor, the beast becoming just a gore filled pulp when he was done. The apprentice fell to his knees, breathing heavily.

He was exhausted, but pushed himself to his feet. Then he scooped up a single discarded tooth of the creature that he had just slain, clutching it between his still shaking fingers. Daven kicked the corpse, pushing it towards the brush. Then he slowly walked back to the compound, bringing his emotions back under control.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

IC post coming soon.