Muad Dib
Paragon of Virtue
The heavy landspeeder crossed the wastelands at an asinine rate of speed, hitting dune crests and soaring through the air to scatter sand upon it's landing. If one was to see the vehicle being driven so, it would be assumed the driver was either inebriated or possibly a kamikaze. Both descriptions could be considered somewhat legitimate considering who was behind the wheel. As the landspeeder came into view of a massive castle that cropped upon the horizon, the driver transmitted a code to ensure that the automated systems wouldn't turn the speeder into a flaming projectile across the desert.
"Though, that could be fun too ..."
Laughing loudly against the whipping wind he shook his head and yanked the wheel to skid into the front drive before slamming into the front of the abode. Climbing out he stretched as he looked into the evening sky, the sun making it's descent toward the horizon. Still chuckling he reached in and grabbed the brown leather jacket that had seen better days and pulled it on before plucking out a deathstick from a pocket and lighting it.
No weapons adorned him today, just dark trousers, boots, and a tan tunic with sleeves rolled up his forearms to reveal the Sith runes that ran from elbow to knuckles of his left hand. Taking a drag on the deathstick he reached into a pocket and pulled out a handful of stones to begin tossing at random windows to announce his presence, even though he knew the code he had used would have pinpointed the identity of the Madman.
He'd been gone for some time, seemingly missing from action. But for once he had taken a leave to follow personal pursuits. Family, family, and more family. A new home, reacquainting with family and friends, and trying not to start a galactic scene ... For once. It was a mostly pleasant experience. And the Madman could admit that, for once, life had seemed almost peaceful. But as all things, everything comes to an end. The Haven he had hoped for was taken, family scattered once more, and duty had called. But that didn't mean it had to be boring or even depressing.
And so he had come to meet with [member="Srina Talon"] and revisit a friendship that had only just begun. And he had a fun evening planned. Just the thought of what he considered fun and what the young woman considered fun had him laughing again.
Moving to the tear of the landspeeder he began releasing the straps that held the tarp in place, placing them to the side, before yanking the tarp down and rolling it up to stick in the passenger seat. Moving back to the hood he leaned against it and finished his smoke as he waited.
"Though, that could be fun too ..."
Laughing loudly against the whipping wind he shook his head and yanked the wheel to skid into the front drive before slamming into the front of the abode. Climbing out he stretched as he looked into the evening sky, the sun making it's descent toward the horizon. Still chuckling he reached in and grabbed the brown leather jacket that had seen better days and pulled it on before plucking out a deathstick from a pocket and lighting it.
No weapons adorned him today, just dark trousers, boots, and a tan tunic with sleeves rolled up his forearms to reveal the Sith runes that ran from elbow to knuckles of his left hand. Taking a drag on the deathstick he reached into a pocket and pulled out a handful of stones to begin tossing at random windows to announce his presence, even though he knew the code he had used would have pinpointed the identity of the Madman.
He'd been gone for some time, seemingly missing from action. But for once he had taken a leave to follow personal pursuits. Family, family, and more family. A new home, reacquainting with family and friends, and trying not to start a galactic scene ... For once. It was a mostly pleasant experience. And the Madman could admit that, for once, life had seemed almost peaceful. But as all things, everything comes to an end. The Haven he had hoped for was taken, family scattered once more, and duty had called. But that didn't mean it had to be boring or even depressing.
And so he had come to meet with [member="Srina Talon"] and revisit a friendship that had only just begun. And he had a fun evening planned. Just the thought of what he considered fun and what the young woman considered fun had him laughing again.
Moving to the tear of the landspeeder he began releasing the straps that held the tarp in place, placing them to the side, before yanking the tarp down and rolling it up to stick in the passenger seat. Moving back to the hood he leaned against it and finished his smoke as he waited.