Gavin XIII
Sour Candy Sithspawn
If anybody looked up at a certain terrace on Axxila, they would've seen a certain blonde-haired man munching a handful of candy reflectively. Gavin was currently engaged in wondering just why things always seemed to go down in flames around him. A month ago, it'd been a rogue warship, a week ago an angry war droid, and now a colony ship full of glitterstim. He hadn't even gotten to throw a thermal detonator at it, this time.
He watched his handiwork, smiling as the ship exploded into spicy-smelling scraps, and then looked inside at his bedroom. Not that sleep was ever particularly useful, but stretching out on that bed promised to be a good decision.
He watched his handiwork, smiling as the ship exploded into spicy-smelling scraps, and then looked inside at his bedroom. Not that sleep was ever particularly useful, but stretching out on that bed promised to be a good decision.