Lord Gaius
Chosen
REGION: Inner Rim
SECTOR: Hapes Cluster
SYSTEM: Hapes System
PLANET: Hapes
Twelve-thousand, two-hundred and fifty-four kilometres in diameter. Rotational period of twenty-two hours with an orbital period of two-hundred and forty local days. Why did Hasjo whisper this to himself as he stalked the city of Ta'a Chume'Dan? It had become an obsession of his to remember small details lately. Many things weighed on his mind. He felt trapped by his own emotions as they threatened to cave in on him. He had not seen his childhood friend in twenty years. In recent months he had heard nothing from the Togruta Asaak, for the past decade he had heard nothing from either Dom'rius, a fellow Nautolan, or Vash, a human padawan of whom he had trained with. He knew whether or not they were missing or dead. Their circumstances were a mystery to him. But the one friend he had maintained contact with since his days as a padawan was Maya Whitelight.
The planet itself held a deep anti-Jedi sentiment, and with the versatile array of weapons at his belt, he knew the habitants of this planet would not be welcoming of him. From the glance he was already getting, he knew they felt as he had suspected; hateful and distrustful. He knew how the Sith operated. Conquered a Republic-supporting planet and released propaganda stating that the citizens of the planet hated the Republic. It was all lies and filth. If only they were smart enough to conquer Hapes, perhaps then they may have a portion of the truth among their ridiculous lies. The armoured brute hulked his way across the pavement. Why was he here? Well someone had tipped him off that Sirak Kolar, his childhood friend, was here. It was an anonymous message, and Hasjo believed it was truly Sirak who had sent it. Once more the two would be reunited, and their skill in weapons would be unmatched.
SECTOR: Hapes Cluster
SYSTEM: Hapes System
PLANET: Hapes
Twelve-thousand, two-hundred and fifty-four kilometres in diameter. Rotational period of twenty-two hours with an orbital period of two-hundred and forty local days. Why did Hasjo whisper this to himself as he stalked the city of Ta'a Chume'Dan? It had become an obsession of his to remember small details lately. Many things weighed on his mind. He felt trapped by his own emotions as they threatened to cave in on him. He had not seen his childhood friend in twenty years. In recent months he had heard nothing from the Togruta Asaak, for the past decade he had heard nothing from either Dom'rius, a fellow Nautolan, or Vash, a human padawan of whom he had trained with. He knew whether or not they were missing or dead. Their circumstances were a mystery to him. But the one friend he had maintained contact with since his days as a padawan was Maya Whitelight.
The planet itself held a deep anti-Jedi sentiment, and with the versatile array of weapons at his belt, he knew the habitants of this planet would not be welcoming of him. From the glance he was already getting, he knew they felt as he had suspected; hateful and distrustful. He knew how the Sith operated. Conquered a Republic-supporting planet and released propaganda stating that the citizens of the planet hated the Republic. It was all lies and filth. If only they were smart enough to conquer Hapes, perhaps then they may have a portion of the truth among their ridiculous lies. The armoured brute hulked his way across the pavement. Why was he here? Well someone had tipped him off that Sirak Kolar, his childhood friend, was here. It was an anonymous message, and Hasjo believed it was truly Sirak who had sent it. Once more the two would be reunited, and their skill in weapons would be unmatched.
As I've received two messages about claiming the bounty on my head, I decided to create a thread in which those people may claim it publicly. If anyone else wishes to also claim it, do so freely. Do note, that doesn't mean I'm going down without a fight. So raise your fists and expect a standoff.