Adamus Straife
The Slayer
Tatooine. A barren desert world. Empty, it would appear to the untrained eye, but there was more hidden beneath the sands than Krayt dragons and Tusken raiders. No, no, Tatooine is where the heart of the Straife dynasty lived. That, and Polis Massa. The Straife Homestead was on privately owned land, a large moisture farm built by the family's forefather - Lars Straife - some centuries ago. It was natural for the homestead to be passed down through the generations, and initially, their family bred strong candidates for the Jedi Order. And so it was, until Adamus and his brother were born.
Avara stood at the front of the homestead, now a burnt out and wrecked husk of what it used to be; whatever existed here before had been lost to the sands. It was early in the morning, and the twin suns could be seen peeking over the ridges of the Dune Sea far to the east. Avara drank in the site, and waited as patiently as he could. He had summoned @[member="Lucas Straife"] to Tatooine twenty four standard hours ago, and his little brother was taking his sweet time. Naturally, Lucas was always fashionably late where Adamus was inflexibly on time. His brother had just graduated from the academy when the news of the Empire's fall had been heard across the galaxy. Racing against what little time he had, Avara scrambled to save his brother before the Jedi took him into their grasp... or removed his head.
And that had brought him here, to his homeworld. Walking the dunes was second nature to him, and finding the various settlements across the desert planet was even more simple than breathing. He had an affinity for the world, a weakness almost. A shame that the world stood in Confederacy hands, but all in good time. There was much to be done, and it was still early.
Avara stood at the front of the homestead, now a burnt out and wrecked husk of what it used to be; whatever existed here before had been lost to the sands. It was early in the morning, and the twin suns could be seen peeking over the ridges of the Dune Sea far to the east. Avara drank in the site, and waited as patiently as he could. He had summoned @[member="Lucas Straife"] to Tatooine twenty four standard hours ago, and his little brother was taking his sweet time. Naturally, Lucas was always fashionably late where Adamus was inflexibly on time. His brother had just graduated from the academy when the news of the Empire's fall had been heard across the galaxy. Racing against what little time he had, Avara scrambled to save his brother before the Jedi took him into their grasp... or removed his head.
And that had brought him here, to his homeworld. Walking the dunes was second nature to him, and finding the various settlements across the desert planet was even more simple than breathing. He had an affinity for the world, a weakness almost. A shame that the world stood in Confederacy hands, but all in good time. There was much to be done, and it was still early.