Solan Charr
The Reborn King of Kesh
Kesh, Tahv, The Old Palace.
Solan sighed, working at tending to the slowly growing trees and flowers, standing in the open air and looking past them up at the building that circled the old palace gardens. Soon the Palace and it's ruins would be gone, replaced by what would be a meeting hall for all those planets that would put their faith in him and the rest of the Confederacy. Soon there would be a symbol for people to unit around and it started with this tree at the center of that half circle. He would be happy to see that day, though it would mean he would have to find somewhere else to live since then Palace was being converted. He would scratch at the top of his head as he thought about that, knowing that would have to be something he would have to construct in Gyn once the city was also rebuilt.
For now Tahv was the priority. It needed to be a sign for others that the goal was one of improvement and a better future. No matter what the end result the goal was what mattered, and he would do anything to achieve that goal.
That was why he had called an old friend. Sure it would mean that he could be targeted for his connection to the Sith by doing this, but in the end that did not matter. He did no bow to Carnifex, or whoever was Emperor, and he doubted that Taeli would use the people of Kesh, or worse yet the other worlds he trusted as fodder for some Sith Emperor that Solan would more than happily help put in the ground. Still he would wonder if she was still in deep with the Sith these days, or if she had stepped away from them. To be quite honest he hoped she had gotten away from them, that she had found there was no point in that silly and stupid war between Sith and Jedi.
Of course, he wouldn't know until she was here. A thought he concluded as he looked over his shoulder, the force telling him more than enough to know that she was coming soon. The four wings now on his back shifting so that he could see past them, still not used to them being there.
