Cameron Centurion
The First Son
Cloud Nine
A pensive silver-green gaze drifted over the crystal waters of the lake on this particular level of the city. There were, quite literally, hundreds of people around enjoying their own parts of the respite given by Cloud Nine. The serenity of the waters...disturbed only slightly by the magnificent waterfall in the distance was almost...soothing to Cameron. In fact were his soul one that could be soothed to a point of complete tranquility, he might enjoy spending his remaining days in such a place.
However, the reality was that Cameron was not one to languish in any one place for long. Despite the cool, reserved exterior he so often portrayed, the greater truth was that his soul had been so impossibly contorted over the course of his life that his insides routinely churned with a burning intensity. Over the years, Cameron had learned to manage the power and emotion that swelled within his body. Just when he'd thought his control was absolute, it had deepened near exponentially at the unintentional and unspoken urging of [member="Amorella Mae"]'s literal existence.
That, however, was a story he recounted in his head each and every day, but it had little to do with his presence on Cloud Nine. Amidst the simmering of bruised egos and enraged reactions of countless corporations in the wake of the Galactic Republic's actions, the Sith Lord had seen fit to reach out to an old acquaintance. [member="Danger Arceneau"] had never been someone that Cameron would call a friend, his interactions with her being so limited. She was capable enough though to leave an impression, and that was no small feat. Also, the impression had nothing to do with her extremely voluptuous appearance, but she was no doubt used to that being a point of...ensnaring attentions.
Turning from the view before him, the Sith Lord turned and forced himself to sit on an unoccupied bench. Pulling back the hood of his dark blue and gray cloak, the Sith Lord allowed the warmth of daylight to touch his face as he closed his eyes and slipped into a brief meditative state. Cameron was sure he would not be disturbed into his contact had arrived to lead him to the meeting location with Miss Arceneau. Being a large, armed individual with tribal tattoos adorning his exposed upper body typically ensured the man's privacy in public.
A pensive silver-green gaze drifted over the crystal waters of the lake on this particular level of the city. There were, quite literally, hundreds of people around enjoying their own parts of the respite given by Cloud Nine. The serenity of the waters...disturbed only slightly by the magnificent waterfall in the distance was almost...soothing to Cameron. In fact were his soul one that could be soothed to a point of complete tranquility, he might enjoy spending his remaining days in such a place.
However, the reality was that Cameron was not one to languish in any one place for long. Despite the cool, reserved exterior he so often portrayed, the greater truth was that his soul had been so impossibly contorted over the course of his life that his insides routinely churned with a burning intensity. Over the years, Cameron had learned to manage the power and emotion that swelled within his body. Just when he'd thought his control was absolute, it had deepened near exponentially at the unintentional and unspoken urging of [member="Amorella Mae"]'s literal existence.
That, however, was a story he recounted in his head each and every day, but it had little to do with his presence on Cloud Nine. Amidst the simmering of bruised egos and enraged reactions of countless corporations in the wake of the Galactic Republic's actions, the Sith Lord had seen fit to reach out to an old acquaintance. [member="Danger Arceneau"] had never been someone that Cameron would call a friend, his interactions with her being so limited. She was capable enough though to leave an impression, and that was no small feat. Also, the impression had nothing to do with her extremely voluptuous appearance, but she was no doubt used to that being a point of...ensnaring attentions.
Turning from the view before him, the Sith Lord turned and forced himself to sit on an unoccupied bench. Pulling back the hood of his dark blue and gray cloak, the Sith Lord allowed the warmth of daylight to touch his face as he closed his eyes and slipped into a brief meditative state. Cameron was sure he would not be disturbed into his contact had arrived to lead him to the meeting location with Miss Arceneau. Being a large, armed individual with tribal tattoos adorning his exposed upper body typically ensured the man's privacy in public.