Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Soliael sat in a bed in a small rundown motel on the planet known as Tattooine. Unsurprisingly there was sand everywhere and a frown had found its way onto Soliael's face. He hated this desert world, he hated its sand, he hated its heat, and he hated its inhabitants. Unfortunately his journeys had taken him here many times over the last few months and slowly he was beginning to despise this world.
Once or twice he had thought about cracking this planets core with his starship and ending its miserable existence once and for all. Realizing that such a thing would likely bring a frown to the faces of the leaders of the Confederacy Soliael had deemed it inappropriate to act on his inner desires.
Instead Soliael had no choice but to keep coming to this world, in search of his fathers artifact that he had so cleverly hidden within the deserts.
The son of the Dreadlord sighed slightly, and slowly he leaned back and reclined in his bed. Slowly he placed his hands behind his back and relaxed. The town he was in was tiny compared to even Mos Espa or Mos Ila. There was really only one Inn, a bar, and a small bank. Then there was a few residential houses and that was it. The town was a pitiful sight really, but it was also home of one of the more...interesting phenomenon that had been occurring on Tattooine. Mainly, the gathering of Krayt Dragons.
Dozens of them had been spotted around this small city, males, females, and supposedly even one greater Krayt Dragon.
To Soliael this could only mean one thing. The second piece to his fathers holocron was here, somewhere within the desert. Krayt Dragons were attracted to the power of the force, especially Darkside power. If there was this many Krayt Dragons here, then he was willing to bet his fathers Holocron was nearby.
Quietly he sat on the bed, yawning slightly as sleep simmered over him. He had to wait for nightfall to leave the town, lest the Sun burn him alive.
Once or twice he had thought about cracking this planets core with his starship and ending its miserable existence once and for all. Realizing that such a thing would likely bring a frown to the faces of the leaders of the Confederacy Soliael had deemed it inappropriate to act on his inner desires.
Instead Soliael had no choice but to keep coming to this world, in search of his fathers artifact that he had so cleverly hidden within the deserts.
The son of the Dreadlord sighed slightly, and slowly he leaned back and reclined in his bed. Slowly he placed his hands behind his back and relaxed. The town he was in was tiny compared to even Mos Espa or Mos Ila. There was really only one Inn, a bar, and a small bank. Then there was a few residential houses and that was it. The town was a pitiful sight really, but it was also home of one of the more...interesting phenomenon that had been occurring on Tattooine. Mainly, the gathering of Krayt Dragons.
Dozens of them had been spotted around this small city, males, females, and supposedly even one greater Krayt Dragon.
To Soliael this could only mean one thing. The second piece to his fathers holocron was here, somewhere within the desert. Krayt Dragons were attracted to the power of the force, especially Darkside power. If there was this many Krayt Dragons here, then he was willing to bet his fathers Holocron was nearby.
Quietly he sat on the bed, yawning slightly as sleep simmered over him. He had to wait for nightfall to leave the town, lest the Sun burn him alive.