Father of Titans
Darren Shaw was walking the streets of Courscant. It was busy today. Children run in the streets playing some game. Adults were ether chasing after their child or shopping for things they man need. Darren had traveled here in his fathers ship. It was considered old. Actualy very old. That type of ship was used around the time of the Fall of the Jedi. When Darth Vader and Darth Sidious came into power. he lived the black ship that he had. It matched his father. He hopped that he could become his Fathers son by helping others. He visioned himself standing before his father with the Force around the both of them ,and him saying "Welcome Son."
But that day would never come. His father was a Sith. A man that destroied lives, not fix them. He had come here to Fix his armor that had been broken from his last fight with Daxton. He was good. He respected him, but he knew that Daxton had some plan that would involve him. He shook his head and came back to reality. Darren saw the armor smith fret over how he brok the armor. He looked at the man with his helmet off. It gave his a headache to have it off but he would look like a fool wearing a helmet with smuggler clothes. He had his sword on his back, and his lighsabers hidden under the folds of his robes. although on of them was in his sleave. If he needed it he could have it quicker than you could roar a battle cry.
After the man had fixed his armor, he took it and started to walk to his appartment. He stood out like a sore thumb with white hair. he wore a pair of black robes. His fathers Robes. They were made of soft cloth. the sound of children playing caute his attantion. He watched them playing around. A boy about 13 years old had a ball in his hands and was tempting another boy. He smiled and shook his head. children would never change. he looked around to see al the other children. When he saw a Girl all by herself. She was different from the other children. He moved to the side of the street to watch her. She looked as if she was focusing on something.
But that day would never come. His father was a Sith. A man that destroied lives, not fix them. He had come here to Fix his armor that had been broken from his last fight with Daxton. He was good. He respected him, but he knew that Daxton had some plan that would involve him. He shook his head and came back to reality. Darren saw the armor smith fret over how he brok the armor. He looked at the man with his helmet off. It gave his a headache to have it off but he would look like a fool wearing a helmet with smuggler clothes. He had his sword on his back, and his lighsabers hidden under the folds of his robes. although on of them was in his sleave. If he needed it he could have it quicker than you could roar a battle cry.
After the man had fixed his armor, he took it and started to walk to his appartment. He stood out like a sore thumb with white hair. he wore a pair of black robes. His fathers Robes. They were made of soft cloth. the sound of children playing caute his attantion. He watched them playing around. A boy about 13 years old had a ball in his hands and was tempting another boy. He smiled and shook his head. children would never change. he looked around to see al the other children. When he saw a Girl all by herself. She was different from the other children. He moved to the side of the street to watch her. She looked as if she was focusing on something.
