The Admiralty
There was a time his purpose had been clear to him. The day he had decided to join the Jedi Order was still a cheerful memory, one not clouded by the grim reality of life. Sadly that lad was long gone, destroyed by the bloody battles and political games of mankind. But that did not mean he had to be all depressed about it, the Force and the Lightsabre were tough mistresses indeed; that did not mean giving up was a viable solution to his problems. At least that was what he had told himself when he decided it was time to get out in the world again. Maybe have a drink or two and experience some actual fun.
The bar was sleazy, dirty and filled with sin, but that was the Understreets for you. He had never been in this neighborhood before, some part of him liked it. It might have been a vice-ridden environment, but at least you knew what to expect. No false smiles here, if someone wished to kill you they were open about it and that was something Michael could respect after everything.
He walked up to the bar with some serenity and peace of mind, he was the eye in the storm so to speak. “Vaapad lessons, please.” there was no sarcasm in his voice, the drink was getting increasingly popular. So why not join the club?
The bar was sleazy, dirty and filled with sin, but that was the Understreets for you. He had never been in this neighborhood before, some part of him liked it. It might have been a vice-ridden environment, but at least you knew what to expect. No false smiles here, if someone wished to kill you they were open about it and that was something Michael could respect after everything.
He walked up to the bar with some serenity and peace of mind, he was the eye in the storm so to speak. “Vaapad lessons, please.” there was no sarcasm in his voice, the drink was getting increasingly popular. So why not join the club?
@[member="Iella E`ron"]