Aurelius Baldor
Delightfully Devilish
A King Without a Kingdom
Aurelius looked out from the window of his office in what once was Trioculus' Palace, down at the spice and coaxium mines below him. This. This is what his empire had amounted to. Two holes in the dirt and an old palace once owned by some three-eyed freak who claimed to have been the child of Palpatine. He talked a big game, but look at what he had to show for it.He banged a fist on the window before moving to and slumping into his chair. The Devaronian stuck a tabac stick between his teeth and let it light itself, taking a puff and exhaling with a heavy sigh. Black Sun was on the rise again, he had heard. Those scumsuckers making a comeback, and here he was wallowing in a castle in the dirt. That should be me, he thought. But it's not. You gonna do something about it?
Aurelius heaved himself from the leather seat and made himself a drink. Pamarthe Storm Brewer. That Confederate Admiral Brayde had shared the details of the drink with him after their sabacc game back on Abregado-Rae. He took a sip, the little jolt of electricity energizing him a bit.
"Life's too short to spend every minute shut away in some palace," that's what Aurelius had said during that game. But what now? What was he to do?
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