Post by Casual on Jan 23, 2011 21:20:00 GMT -5
There's nothing quite like relaxing amidst the fruits of one's labor. For soaking in the deliciousness of oppression and embitterment, there can be no rival. Dantooine was such a place. Just walking about and getting a good look at the oh-so miserable inhabitants of the Sith-held planet brought a sinister smile to the Sith Navy Uniform-clad Lord Carthis. He had come here specifically after his coronation to see the sights and look at the downcast people. Their hatred for him was quite enjoyable. The fact that they were trapped in their anger, much more so.
He made his way through the streets, feeling it all, listening to the talk, and towards a cantina. It was nice, though, in that the Sith presence didn't generally attend this particular cantina. This cantina was a bit more prevalent among the locals.
He took a step inside and made his way to an empty booth, much to the disdain of the patrons whose eyes screamed death and worry. He used the Force to propel a beverage from the bartender's hand and send the credits to the bar table simultaneously. The glass drifted to his hand, and at the same pace it moved suspended, he brought it to his mouth in a smooth motion and took a swig. He had a high tolerance from the stuff from years of abuse and misuse, but wasn't addicted. At least, that's what he told himself.
Yes, indeed. All was right with the galaxy. He was moving up and the Jedi were moving down. Dantooine was as much evidence as any planet for this, if the disheveled Jedi Enclave here was any indicator. Perhaps he'd be joined by entertaining company, some he could discuss this galaxy's fate with. Perhaps he would be joined by perturbed citizens or drunkards. He couldn't care less. Any and no company would be fine. He was content to sit actively idle until called upon, letting the galaxy slip slowly into its dark and beautiful fate one sip at a time.
He made his way through the streets, feeling it all, listening to the talk, and towards a cantina. It was nice, though, in that the Sith presence didn't generally attend this particular cantina. This cantina was a bit more prevalent among the locals.
He took a step inside and made his way to an empty booth, much to the disdain of the patrons whose eyes screamed death and worry. He used the Force to propel a beverage from the bartender's hand and send the credits to the bar table simultaneously. The glass drifted to his hand, and at the same pace it moved suspended, he brought it to his mouth in a smooth motion and took a swig. He had a high tolerance from the stuff from years of abuse and misuse, but wasn't addicted. At least, that's what he told himself.
Yes, indeed. All was right with the galaxy. He was moving up and the Jedi were moving down. Dantooine was as much evidence as any planet for this, if the disheveled Jedi Enclave here was any indicator. Perhaps he'd be joined by entertaining company, some he could discuss this galaxy's fate with. Perhaps he would be joined by perturbed citizens or drunkards. He couldn't care less. Any and no company would be fine. He was content to sit actively idle until called upon, letting the galaxy slip slowly into its dark and beautiful fate one sip at a time.