Post by darthcidian on Apr 16, 2007 13:02:19 GMT -5
Cidian was sitting at the bar in a random cantina when he overheard a few republic diplomats talking a few tables away. He shook his head, a smirk upon his lips.
"Sith attacks...Mandalorians, as always, ready for another battle. There is never a shortage of idiots..."
He sighed and turned around to face the room, leaning back on the bar counter. He scanned the crowd, looking for anybody that might be of any use to him. If all of this was true, and the sith have attacked anything in Republic airspace, then his chance for revenge was near.
He began to hear whispers, something that hadn't happened since he was a kid. Along with the whispers came a sudden surge of rage inside of him as he thought of that day a few years ago. The day when his mother was taken from him. He found the urge to put a blaster round through someone's head extremely hard to sedate, but after a few minutes of deep breathes, it finally subsided.
"Sith attacks...Mandalorians, as always, ready for another battle. There is never a shortage of idiots..."
He sighed and turned around to face the room, leaning back on the bar counter. He scanned the crowd, looking for anybody that might be of any use to him. If all of this was true, and the sith have attacked anything in Republic airspace, then his chance for revenge was near.
He began to hear whispers, something that hadn't happened since he was a kid. Along with the whispers came a sudden surge of rage inside of him as he thought of that day a few years ago. The day when his mother was taken from him. He found the urge to put a blaster round through someone's head extremely hard to sedate, but after a few minutes of deep breathes, it finally subsided.