P A N [D E M O N] I U M
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Tatooine
The desert rock which this entire Galaxy seemed to revolve around. Hate it, love it, avoid it, frequent it, everyone knew the truth of the matter. Tatooine was the place where Empires had fallen, great Jedi had gotten their start, where great Sith made their name, and Mercs made their fortune. Even the Mandolorians understood the nature of this place. And so, there he stood.
A throwback to a time long since passed. A man who stood with no fear, who welcomed any and all. He was but a tool, and he was old enough and wise enough to know so. Who would be strong enough to come and take him, THAT was the real question. He'd fight if it became so base, but he hoped for one whom might challenge him intellectually. The Galaxy, however, had given him little hope for such a thing. So there he stood, focusing himself within the tendrils of the Force. He poured himself, and the anguish of an entire race into the living conduits of the Force's energy. Far and wide it would be felt, but most would just shake it off as a passing shiver. Those who knew...they would come. Perhaps out of nothing else other than curiosity, but they would come.
So he stood, long black coat fluttering in the desert wind as sand scraped across the bare chest underneath. His sapphire eyes shut as the warmth of the great desert washed over him. He took a deep breath in as grains of sand and molecules of oxygen alike filled him with a connection to very essence of life. Weathered leathers clung tightly, only to find their way into knee-high leather boots. Sabers dangled loosely from his belt, and all he could do was look up into the stars, and wonder.
[member="Isley Verd"], [member="Curupira Hawk"], [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Cira"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], Etc.