Dris Negan
Jedi
A well dressed human male stood outside of one of Coronet's bustling cantinas, leaning heavily on the railing separating himself from certain death.
A break. What the hell is that?
The thought brought a grin to Dris's stubbled face. He'd been working almost non stop for the past three years. A light, seasonal breeze brushed past him, further creating an illusion of peace. The sun was setting on Corellia's bustling hub of a Capitial.
It seemed as if the planet was going to rest.
Until you listened closely. The shouts. The curses. The speeder exhaust.
Coronet was wide awake. Didn't sleep. Like some ancient vampire feeding on the never ending struggles of it's citizens. Dris sighed slightly and turned back into the cantina whose balcony he'd been inhabiting for the past five miniutes.
He struggled with his conscious as he took a seat at a both, ordering an ale, and staring blankly at the holonet feed on his table.
A break. What the hell is that?
The thought brought a grin to Dris's stubbled face. He'd been working almost non stop for the past three years. A light, seasonal breeze brushed past him, further creating an illusion of peace. The sun was setting on Corellia's bustling hub of a Capitial.
It seemed as if the planet was going to rest.
Until you listened closely. The shouts. The curses. The speeder exhaust.
Coronet was wide awake. Didn't sleep. Like some ancient vampire feeding on the never ending struggles of it's citizens. Dris sighed slightly and turned back into the cantina whose balcony he'd been inhabiting for the past five miniutes.
He struggled with his conscious as he took a seat at a both, ordering an ale, and staring blankly at the holonet feed on his table.