Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
Solan smiled as he looked out over Ansion's landscape, using the place to meet with several individuals, one such person arriving soon which made him smile with a bit of glee behind it. Sure, he liked the feeling of having power, only a fool wouldn't but he needed it for something far different than to oppress those around him... well that is falls. There were several that needed to be put in their place, those that hurt the weak and the innocent and took advantage of them with no remorse... the Sith, the Shadow King, the slavers of hutt space, all of them would pay for breaking the spirits of billions and putting them under foot... but no, not yet, first he needed followers and now he waited for the first of the ilk.
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