Aran Finn
Redeemed
"Where are your friends, Jedi...?"'
"Hi." Alen stepped out from behind a conveniently placed building and released his Force signature into the atmosphere. Introduction over, he dismissed the Sith Knight in front of him as a fly in the ointment and instead looked over her, taking in the sight of the massive Sith Temple. Sith and their fething monuments ... they had to have size, grandeur ... yes, someone was overcompensating for something. If Na'Varro ever made himself a Sith Temple, it would be decently-sized, functional, and would get the job done just as well as the big ones. But it was likely that he wouldn't. Sith Temples had been 'in' several thousand years ago, but now they were so blaise. Trust the 'New Order' to be into grand temples and picking fights they couldn't win ... Alen was feeling snarky today. It happened when he was hungry.
"Coming to this puissant shell-shot world and calling out the second ... no, wait, third best Sith organization that I know of wasn't my idea but hey, here I am." Alen's eyes roamed back to the Sith Knight in front of him, then smiled kindly. "While I'm here ... you wouldn't mind being a doll and finding me someone somewhat powerful to fight, would you? The Conqueror of a Thousand Worlds over here spoke up for the fire breathing lizard while I was on the can."
Goddamn Bosph. Goddamn cold. Na'Varro knew he would rather be at home, drinking a cuppa and working on starship schematics. He smiled politely nevertheless, completely at odds with his arrogant demeanour and biting words.
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Lord Pathollex"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Darren Shaw"]
"Hi." Alen stepped out from behind a conveniently placed building and released his Force signature into the atmosphere. Introduction over, he dismissed the Sith Knight in front of him as a fly in the ointment and instead looked over her, taking in the sight of the massive Sith Temple. Sith and their fething monuments ... they had to have size, grandeur ... yes, someone was overcompensating for something. If Na'Varro ever made himself a Sith Temple, it would be decently-sized, functional, and would get the job done just as well as the big ones. But it was likely that he wouldn't. Sith Temples had been 'in' several thousand years ago, but now they were so blaise. Trust the 'New Order' to be into grand temples and picking fights they couldn't win ... Alen was feeling snarky today. It happened when he was hungry.
"Coming to this puissant shell-shot world and calling out the second ... no, wait, third best Sith organization that I know of wasn't my idea but hey, here I am." Alen's eyes roamed back to the Sith Knight in front of him, then smiled kindly. "While I'm here ... you wouldn't mind being a doll and finding me someone somewhat powerful to fight, would you? The Conqueror of a Thousand Worlds over here spoke up for the fire breathing lizard while I was on the can."
Goddamn Bosph. Goddamn cold. Na'Varro knew he would rather be at home, drinking a cuppa and working on starship schematics. He smiled politely nevertheless, completely at odds with his arrogant demeanour and biting words.
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Lord Pathollex"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Darren Shaw"]