Levi Hutch
I am not a smurf!
Xardus walked through one of the many open markets of Tatooine, his armored body covered by a tan cloth that blew back in the wind. If any saw the weapon at his side, it wouldn't matter. Recently, the dark side taint of his previous lightsaber had become too much for him, and he favored an old blaster he'd picked up along his new travels. Whereas lightsabers were likely cause for suspicion on the desert planet, blasters were as common as the sand itself. Looking at each stall in turn, he hoped to find a smith of some sort. His battle with a force master had ended in her managing to remove his mask, but the rest of the armor remained glued to his skin. It would surely hurt to get it off, but he needed it badly. Really, he wanted to do away with anything related to that cursed spirit that had taken him hostage for so long. He wouldn't actually throw away the lightsaber and armor, but he had to spend some time away from them. Raising his hand slowly to the hole in his upper left shoulder, he winced slightly, as if he were reliving whatever pain he must've felt when he burned it in the armor. Had he actually done that to himself, in an attempt to regain control? Hard to be sure if anything, with his current mental state. Bringing his hand back down, he continued his window shopping.
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