Lorinar : The lost planet

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

Amidst a tempest, amidst the rain-slicked branches of Lorinar's ancient trees, a sanctuary is veiled in shadows. Here, within the tangled embrace of the forest's canopy, Tes'Reya dwells, a lone figure cloaked in the darkness of her own making.

Once, she walked the path of the Jedi, a seeker of balance and harmony in the Force. But the echoes of her past now mingle with the whispers of the dark side, a seductive melody that lured her from the light. She succumbed in the depths of her soul, embracing the forbidden power that promised strength and control.

Now, as lightning rends the sky and thunder shakes the earth, Tes'Reya finds solace in the storm's fury. Her treetop refuge, a testament to her solitude, stands as a fortress against the outside world—a world she has long since turned her back on.

With each droplet that falls, she is reminded of her journey, of the choices that led her here. Memories, like specters, haunt her thoughts—a mentor's guidance, a comrade's betrayal, and the bitter taste of defeat. Yet amidst the darkness, there remains a flicker of defiance, a glimmer of the Jedi she once was.

Beside her, a bird of massive proportions, her constant companion in this desolate realm. Together, they endure the tempest's wrath, bound by a silent understanding forged in the crucible of their shared exile.

As the storm rages on, Tes'Reya gazes into the abyss of the night, contemplating the path that lies ahead. In the depths of her heart, a question lingers—can redemption be found amidst the shadows, or is she destined to be consumed by the darkness forevermore?​

 

[Darth Centax]

Metal boots dug into the earth, each step leaving a mark of Sith dominance upon the landscape and a call into the storm. Fitted in silver runic armor and cloaked in black. Centax commanded a force aura that felt like grinding iron pressing against the temples, pulling at the calm and forcing eyes to see. He roamed the lost places, imposing the One Sith creed and code on star systems out of reach or consideration of others. Releasing a solitary coin from his grasp, the Darth watched as the golden token descended to the forest floor below. Nestled in the bushes, the ancient golden coin, such a simple thing, lay at an old campfire where younglings would discover it—a harbringer of chaos to alter the course of their lives and their communities.

The long conflict never slept and never knew the end; its servants remained eternal and relentless in their service. Many would need to perish for those younglings to find their way in the struggle, their sacrifices fueling the emergence of strength, guided by the echoes of the Sith sphere in their mind. With loathing for these insects in his heart, Centax set his sights on an isolated community carved within the forests, their insignificance fueling his disdain.

On his path there was a pause; his weighty attention fell on a lone presence, while the companion beside it was barely registered. A moment of possibilities, a shatterpoint waiting to break and reform. The pressure of his attention bore down on the figure. Making no attempt to hide what was walking her way: foreboding dark malice crushing the light and life from its sight.

Tes'Reya Hedroke

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

As a streak of lightning parted the skies above, Tes glanced around once more. In the midst of the thunder that would follow, she opens a latch, that leads down the gigantic tree on the side. CeeTee, her companion, would cock his head to the side in curiosity and ruffle its feathers in the assumption they were preparing for travel.

"Not this time Cee... I feel....Something is off... Checking the perimeter... And hey, maybe I'll gather those berries you love so much...Stay..." She beckons as the banshee cleans itself. Exiting the latch and descending down the wooden ladder that was held together by twine and hemp rope, she leaps to the ground below. Gathering her composure, she then takes a deep breath and places her hand slowly to the ground closing her eyes. Tremors? Light movements? No..This was a presence that made her heart skip. Something...rich, deep....A presence of something dark in nature... As she opened her eyes, she felt it wasn't necessary to draw attention yet. Instead, carefully walk around the perimeter. Who or whatever this was approaching... Perhaps harm wasn't the intention, but passing on valuable knowledge could be the objective.


"I won't be caught off guard..." She mumbles to herself as her breathing becomes more labored.

Tag: Darth Centax

 

[Darth Centax]

The cold mark of destiny etched itself close to realization, bringing a chilling sensation to the air. None of his soul binders accompanied him, yet the scent of the netherworld lingered. The past loomed around him, the eyes of the fallen lurking to watch from out of sight. Dead Sith from the Keth line, slain apprentices of Centax, their unfortunate associates, and victims haunted the space. Numbers and chains bound the legacy of the One Sith. The galaxy had forgotten; all who saw it never left the same, and now another stood as fuel for the fire.

He advanced on her with purposeful strides, like a specter in the storm. No weapon was brandished; only the weight of finality faced her, the choice she would make when tested.

I won't be caught off guard.

The pressure on the air intensified as he honed his focus, threatening to crush her with its gravity if she dared to flinch. A technique of a light force crush exerted on the body, potentially impeding her movements and making every step a laborious effort. There would not be damage if she stood.

In the presence of Centax, you had to earn your place to stand or face the agony of kneeling in pain. Those without connection to the force were hard to consider, while those with connection might be worth killing or a few worth his attention—attentions you did not want on you.

Black silhouette stood in a silent challenge, daring her to defy him, to make a fatal mistake, or worse, to fall to her knees. Centax was goading, threatening, and pulling on her concentration, yet he hadn't even deemed her worth looking at—that faceless, arrogant metal mask covered by his hood.

Tes'Reya Hedroke

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

In this moment, the thunderous booming of the skies above seemed to remain suddenly silent. The flashes of lightning that would paint a beautiful and daring landscape seemed to all but come to a halt. As Tes' breathing became heavier and she committed to her last words spoken... The atmosphere became chokingly dark. A presence unlike anything she had ever felt before. One that caused her heart to practically explode out of her breast. As a cold sweat began to creep down her brow, she understood its meaning. There was something calming amidst this moment of uncertainty. As she paused briefly, she took a moment to swallow the impending response, as if she was unsure to the words that would escape.

"Show yourself... I am no coward!" She defiantly spoke in preparation for the worst possible outcome. However, It was moments like these where she thrived. An unsettling pull and desire to great. To prove herself amongst those present. As her left hand loosened and she began to attune her force sensitivity, an image of her former friend would enter her mind and go just as quickly. The horrid aura that commanded respect. Was she ready for such an encounter? She would know when it reveals itself.


Darth Centax

 

[Darth Centax]

Requests were never granted.

"Take. Don't ask." A voice, rough like gravel, demanded from within the storm, gnawing at any small peace she might cling to. "There is no guard. Rely on one and perish." The conflict never ceased.

The robed silhouette stood in front of her in a pitch-black clearing; she only needed to extend her senses, and she'd spot him; the moment she did or looked the right way, his hood was removed to show that silver metal mask, carved with ancient Sith runes and a long history sung by the Kethenites or the bones of those they stood upon.

Lifting his head, he fixed her with an intense locking look, seeking to bore into her and puncture through to her secrets. That grating sensation against the nerves and force crush intensified slightly, potentially making words harder to listen to clearly or focus on. Testing to provoke irritation and rage, to see if her resolve could withstand it.

A vital image, perhaps a friend? A sense of wanting to prove something.

"Did you prove worthy of your friend?"

Centax sought answers within her mind, probing for vulnerabilities to exploit. His mind demanded she reveal more about her friend and what happened. Any hint of weakness or any attachment to the isolated community he had come to claim. What motivated her? What haunted her past, waiting to be pulled at and twisted like a knife lingering in the wound?

Significant others? Events? People and places? Images or flashes? All would be used against her if even one unguarded thought crossed her mind. She must be careful what she let slip, now most of all.

Tes'Reya Hedroke

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

Tes would hear the words of the figure as the very air she would breathe seemed to gravitate towards him. She lowered her brow attempting to concentrate on what was happening.

"This...This is different.... Powerful.." She exclaimed while his question would rattle around in her memory bank. She suddenly began feeling those memories surface yet again. Not wanting to reveal any parts of her past, but feeling helpless to do so, she is greeted by a young cadet who is staring at her with a sly grin. Followed by a clearing within an empty ravine where she is seen arguing about the ideals and moral code of the Jedi that was taught at the academy. Suddenly.... Another image followed... A mentor who had joined the scene.. Echoes of the words (Let it die) echoed from the older Jedi who ignited his electric blue lightsaber.


Attempting to focus, Tes would take a step backward, followed by another... "No! No! I am worthy!!! I won't let it die!!" She screamed as her heart rate began to elevate, and her breathing became labored once more. With her shout, a devious chuckle would escape her mouth. Was it truly her desire to be free of limitations and let her emotions guide her? Or did she seek constructive emotional balance? Her stance changes to that of one protecting her territory. "Who are you?" She asks, hoping for a direct answer


Darth Centax

 

[Darth Centax]

Focus fixing on the revealed memory, all Darksiders of any significance faced the choice. Emotion to fuel and then to conquer, ground into their heart or burning out shells of their former selves. Most couldn't stand, destroying themselves from the inside out.

"Moral codes perish with those we love." His voice grated like the aura surrounding him, searing truth into the moment. Keth's ghosts still lingered distantly, more than a few dead by his hand.

Different. Powerful. Who are you?

"Power is what defines us." If she had hoped for his name, she hadn't earned that yet because she still asked rather than took. A flaw he could not tolerate.

He demonstrated.

Relaxing the pressure on her body and focusing it all on her temples. Centax's mental attacks were never the most potent, but pulling or pressuring others to reveal themselves was. He fixated on the Jedi Mentor in her mind. Seeking to rip the woman's name, spoken on the Jedi Mentor's lips, right when the mentor's saber ignited to strike.

CRACK

A thick tree to her side, splintering and crashing, toppling towards her back. Centax attempted to cut her off from the past, back to the bark, denying her the ground she'd claimed. To drive her to the edge where safety was a fantasy; only her inner strength could save her from oblivion or crush her to dust. A place where no chains held her or could be clung to.

~It dies still alone and unheard~ Mindspeak as cruel and unforgiving as the voice. He sort to force her to see the image of the cadet grinning back at her and all that she'd lost. Chains, vulnerability, there was loathing in him for her weakness.

Tes'Reya Hedroke

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

Tes closed her eyes but for a moment at the words that echoed her way as a flash of lightning parted the skies above. Realizing she had but moments to refocus before the snapping of the tree to her side. As she would dodge out of the way quickly another glimpse of a flashback in her mind would be revealed.

((GOOD....Now then...Dodge again... Be swift...Not stiff Tes' . Become one with your movements and the atmosphere. You control it.. Not the other way around... )) The voice echoed as a glimpse of a former teacher came into view that dawned a younger look at the time. Pahul Vitorbreeze . His stoic demeanor would stare at her as she would be seen sweating profusely...

Tes' would stare down Darth Centax attempting to use sarcasm as a way to bide her time while planning her next move.

"Not a being of many words.... Thats fine... Power is what defines us.. But as I've learned... In the wrong hands.... RRRaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" She screams aloud and charges, perhaps foolishly towards Centax. In that defining moment, she knew she had been out of practice... And the sudden thoughts of her former mentor caused her to become unfocused. Her thought process was becoming a gamble. As she lunged forward, her companion CeeTee Would echoed a screeching cry from the treehouse and take flight towards her location. Perhaps foolish of her "rescued friend" as well.​

 

[Darth Centax]

Feet planted firmly, Centax sidestepped right, his crushgaunt open palm to block aside. He aimed a stomping metal boot at her leg to weaken her stance. Driving forward, Centax reached for her arm, twisting his body to try and cast her to the floor—a polished and refined broken gate throw technique.

No saber had been drawn, but he removed his darker robes, revealing burning symbols of the Sith code carved into the metal. The long history of conflict and legacy carried in every breath and step. He inhaled, clenching his sacrificed hands, embracing the power they now granted him. As she could with her loss.

~Weakness betrays my memory. Control your fury Tes, burn it into yourself, stop him!~ His mindspeak spoke the voice of the other, twisting the truth of his message, the Darth facing her again.

Hearing the other creature's approach, Centax extended his metal hand. An intense malice clutched through the force, trying to hold her companion Ceetee in place and torture it mid-air, applying enough force pressure to make it suffer vocally.

"What will it be? Let it die?" Alone and in the dirt. He reached for the memory of her loss, or what she desperately wanted to cling to—the hope or secret she hid away from in solitude. What did she not want to see? Seeking that which she cared for, the crux point of it all.

And he squeezed.

Tes'Reya Hedroke

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

Feet planted firmly, Centax sidestepped right, his crushgaunt open palm, sparks flying from the saber edge as it met the Beskar. He aimed a stomping metal boot at her leg to weaken her stance. Driving forward, Centax reached for her arm, twisting his body to try and cast her to the floor—a polished and refined broken gate throw technique.

As the crushing THUD of his boot met the hardened ground below, Tes' amateur rush towards him was derailed somewhat. Her left leg would tweak and cause her to move towards the left. Inadvertently, this caused her left arm to be exposed but, unable to fully grasp. The broken gate throw technique was successful, however, as she would spin around in a 360-degree motion and succumb to falling down. Using her arms, she quickly pushes herself upward in an attempt to regain her stance. Now panting, She looked to the skies briefly to see CeeTee approach.


CeeTee would screech in mid-air as he was clearly in pain due to the force hold. The war cry that it let out was silenced and her companion was becoming helpless. As Tes' witnessed this event her eyes would widen with focus and rage. She did not understand but did at the same time. Unfocused but focused. Amidst the events taking place, Centax could pierce through the locked doors of her consciousness, as he is given a memory of her mentor hitting her, and striking her with wooden sticks used to help her focus. He is also given a memory of another figure who addressed her leaving the academy.... His hand extended... In a shrouded black cloud... Then, suddenly his face is revealed Arcubis Kornelius . His face was full of emotion..Begging her to run away and discover the ancient texts and teachings of the force together.

 

[Darth Centax]

Choices and consequences to come, an unending legacy of suffering orchestrated from the shadows.​

Centax turned and positioned Tes and her companion before him, tactically choosing his ground and distance like the soldier he once was. Small betrayals of information flowed the other way to her.

Sticks to focus, pain as a memory and battle cry. "Your focus deepens," he recognized the emotion condensing inside her as she saw her companion suffering. She didn't fall to uncontrolled rage; that was a release, even healing, one Sith could expend and run out of. Pure, grounded hatred anchored her "into the moment forever."

He attempted to slam her companion between the trees, mimicking how her mentor had hit her. Suffering. History. Purpose.

Centax attempted two techniques simultaneously: telekinesis and unraveling her memories. She could capitalize on his split concentration but would have to act, taking what she wanted. But the choice between saving her companion and not letting slip a small detail to blacken the galaxy further shouldn't be taken lightly. All the while, Ceetee bore the brunt of her lesson.

"Choice and indecision form a pit to cage," Centax challenged. Arcubis's voice formed the following words in her mind, ~show us what happened, don't hide here, come with me~ Opportunity, potential; Centax drew to it like Keth once had. What did she know? What had she seen?

Now, his pressing interest in her went beyond unlocking Force potential. Words as weapons, whispers of caution to pick her choice carefully, untold numbers may suffer even simple information released here, cultivated into something horrific, as had been done time and time again, over centuries.

Tes'Reya Hedroke

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

'CeeTee continued its cry of desperation as it was slammed downward between the trees. Tes would pause and simply look onward as she saw the suffering of her companion but chose not to stop it. HIT.... LEARN.... REPEAT...FOCUS.... These moments echoed through her mind as her training was intense but with a lesson to be learned that she never quite grasped and would forever regret... The lesson of purpose... It was never within the Jedi "code". But where? Where and how could the teachings of this religion benefit someone who didn't fit the mold?
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~show us what happened, don't hide here, come with me~

She didn't want to... It was a grand betrayal to the memories she held alone for so long. But as Darth Centax used the mimicking voice of Arcubis Kornelius , she fell weak in her own willpower. Dropping to her knees, her brow lowered in anger and regret. "YOU!!! (Gasps for air) ... "You said we would rule this universe! The refuge on Exegol!!! The colonization... The plans to form alliances... I... I was the one to be by your side and you left!!! You left and left me!!! I wasn't ready!! Ready, huh?!!" She screamed as she gasped for breath and looked up at Darth Centax In a daze using her mental awareness to bring her into focus on this being before her. His power... His will was amazing in her eyes, but she had so many questions.


To make matters more dire, her companion was in trouble, and she felt guilty for the moments that she allowed him to suffer in pain. But she knew pain.. All too familiar with the physical and mental strains that would force her to recalibrate her understanding of the Jedi and force users alike. As She tried to get back to her knees quickly, an unspoken word of caution erupted in the form of her dual-bladed lightsaber that screeched indecisively as if it was unsure if it would ever be summoned again ....​

 

[Darth Centax]

Exegol. Centax had never been there, and Keth hadn't mentioned it either, a fact that intrigued him greatly. Claiming something untouched by the Kethborn's influence held his interest, if only there were a piece of the planet alive, perhaps.

"You are not ready," Centax confirmed her fears, his weapon still undrawn. "Until your hate is immovable."

He cast aside her companion like a discarded puppet. It probably still lived but likely lay there in torment, a challenge thrown down to defend or avenge. In the end, all kneeled to the code through suffering of some kind. Centax approached the danger of her weapon and looked upon her as she stood; Tes the stronger for her suffering.

Watching her, so certain, not a trace of doubt. Centax would block with his saber, but only when she made the first move. The fact she hadn't lashed out yet was progress. What did it mean to rule? A planet on the map that changed hands every few years, or conquering everything about yourself and those around you? Changing the fabric of the galaxy itself by example.

"You could be ready," he offered a chance to conquer that emotion, to grind it down to purpose. "Never let it die. Not for the tormentor who beat you or for the one who abandoned you. Every wrong used to rule that which endures."

Or she could strike and receive a different lesson; either way, he would have what he wanted.

Tes'Reya Hedroke

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

It was his reaction and composure that was most intriguing. The words he spoke, all with purpose. Tes' questioned her hesitation. Furthermore, questioned the reasoning behind holding on to the fear and anger of the past. It was true... She suffered. Mostly unknown to her as the reasons why. She felt the connection of her memories being exposed. A notion of the force having layers of connectivity beyond what you see.


She had but a moment to decide as her stance was prone to attack, and her companion fell to the ground below into the thicket of tree shrubs. As if the rains above couldn't agree more with her conflicted soul, a downpour began as her hair immediately flattened against the sides of her face and the droplets evaporated against her dual-wielding blade. Forusing heavily on her breath and let our her choice of words in response while taking a low sharp tone. "My HATE is unkillable. It will be immovable. Those teachings of the Jedi will die... The innocent are given seeds that will root themselves in their minds.... (Her dual blade retracts suddenly) .... These seeds are watered by the teachers of the religion.... Combining old testimonials with new ideals... ALL LIIEEEESSSSSSSSSsssss....I want power... Undeniable power.... I see that power within you.... But it is different somehow.... My HATRED breeds endurance... In turn my endurance dances with hatred...." She explains and sighs for a moment as her eyes wander towards the ground for a moment before meeting his once again. "Would ... Would you..." (Before she could finish her sentence she sees another flashback of Arcubis yelling her name so loudly and clearly that it seemed to break the force barrier of sound . (TES'REYA!!!!!) He cried out as he was seen being held captive by members of the academy and was taken from her.


"Noooo... Nooo!! Noo no no no!" Tes screams aloud clenching her fists against her forehead. She then gives herself a few wacks with her left hand.


"Your... Not here... But he is..."


Darth Centax

 

[Darth Centax]

"It is a start," Centax said, nodding slightly. It remained raw, ripe for manipulation either way. She began to tell him what would be, not just wanting but taking, seizing, and holding it, her steps of progress visible in force and form.

Your... Not here... But he is...
"He is, too. Always. Embrace that suffering. No longer resist what you feel. Use it and live it." To conquer it, those words needed fertile ground. Her inner turmoil shook loose what stood in her way.

Centax tensed his sacrificed hands, breathing deeply of the burning metal on Coruscant that had taken everything. He could still smell the charred shells of his burned home. Using the scars as the foundation and code, he became the wounds, creating One Sith whole and unshakable. Others took the name and recited the words, but many never fully understood what it meant to embody them to the bone.

In Tes's mind loomed the precipice to understanding, speaking through Centax, Keth before him, Icarus, and the Sith Sphere before them.

~To kill is not enough. Conquer the wound. The ones who imprisoned him, who took that from you. What should happen to them, their legacy, past, and future?~ This thinking lasted a lifetime. Death and revenge were not enough to sustain purpose but were a start. Pain, hatred, revenge, death, anger, fear, legacy—all these and more could be conquered, embodied, and lived until nothing remained but a pure will's command over them.

Threads found in these places of personal significance, like that academy, could last a lifetime. Tes was closer now; the understanding drew Centax physically a step toward her.

"Are you ready?" he asked, revealing one obvious shared flaw in Centax—like Keth before him—the need to create stronger Force users. A flicker of humanity, seeking purpose rather than seizing it.

Tes'Reya Hedroke

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

"It is a start," Centax said, nodding slightly. It remained raw, ripe for manipulation either way. She began to tell him what would be, not just wanting but taking, seizing, and holding it, her steps of progress visible in force and form.

Your... Not here... But he is...
"He is, too. Always. Embrace that suffering. No longer resist what you feel. Use it and live it." To conquer it, those words needed fertile ground. Her inner turmoil shook loose what stood in her way.

Centax tensed his sacrificed hands, breathing deeply of the burning metal on Coruscant that had taken everything. He could still smell the charred shells of his burned home. Using the scars as the foundation and code, he became the wounds, creating One Sith whole and unshakable. Others took the name and recited the words, but many never fully understood what it meant to embody them to the bone.

In Tes's mind loomed the precipice to understanding, speaking through Centax, Keth before him, Icarus, and the Sith Sphere before them.

~To kill is not enough. Conquer the wound. The ones who imprisoned him, who took that from you. What should happen to them, their legacy, past, and future?~ This thinking lasted a lifetime. Death and revenge were not enough to sustain purpose but were a start. Pain, hatred, revenge, death, anger, fear, legacy—all these and more could be conquered, embodied, and lived until nothing remained but a pure will's command over them.

Threads found in these places of personal significance, like that academy, could last a lifetime. Tes was closer now; the understanding drew Centax physically a step toward her.

"Are you ready?" he asked, revealing one obvious shared flaw in Centax—like Keth before him—the need to create stronger Force users. A flicker of humanity, seeking purpose rather than seizing it.

Tes'Reya Hedroke

Tes' was beginning to understand... As if rereading the pages of her life story was needed to take a closer look at its meaning. She needed to find purpose rather than seizing it. It was becoming clear to her as the defining sound of Centax rang through her eardrums.

She would nod, swallowing her pride, as she had much to learn. But her questions needed answers... Perhaps it wasn't the time for so many inquiries just yet.

"The lives of those I have come in contact with have their destiny amongst the stars. Something big is about to happen. I want to be ready for my impact through self-fulfillment. If.... If you deem me worthy and wish to impart some knowledge, I shall accept." She nods slightly and falls to her knees, now embarrassed at her childish behavior.


Tag: Darth Centax

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

Chapter 2
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[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

After her encounter with the figure known as Darth Centax , Tes traveled through the Southwest region of the forest and into the mountainous hills. Seeking a way off the Planet, as she had spent more than enough time isolated, she needed to go back to where it all began. Her home. Rumors of a great battle between the Dark Empire and forces of light were heard as she reached a small spaceport, under the simple guise of a traveling explorer in search of famous landmarks within the planet.

Meeting several individuals, she learned of the devastating attacks unleashed on Coruscant. This information left her slightly conflicted. She was secretly overjoyed that an attack was sprung on the council and the GA left her with pride. However, memories, grand or small, and the minor thought of wondering if her perception of the past was incorrect, had her curious to see if the Temples and buildings she used to travel to were nothing but rubble.

Showing credentials as Tes'Reya Amagal (her given name at birth), and paying 300 cred for a general flight to Coruscant, she was able to secure passage. Leaving CeeTee behind to recover in the treehouse, she felt it would be best to make this journey alone.

She sits in an available seat on the transport aircraft and observes through the window, the vast terrain, and recalls the events that took place, changing her life forever

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

Landing at the Port hangar, exiting the craft along with several dozen others, She could already see how different Coruscant had become. The repair that had been done, and lack thereof. It was strange... As if she could not recognize her home. Or was it that her home couldn't recognize her? Draped in her civilian clothes, She walked through the station and immediately saw several storefronts within the hangar selling various odds and ends. One of them had the local news displayed on a holonet. Repair programs were underway, led by certain coalitions to help rebuild small sectors that were affected by the recent war.

Tes didn't know how to feel.. Relieved or Angry... This deep-seeded resentment she had given life to consumed her and yet she needed it just as well as it needed her. As she walked onward she saw a local cantina towards the outskirts. (The tilt) It read on the blinking sign that would lean downward slightly toward the pedestrians below the entrance for dramatic flair. She was familiar with the place, as it was around for quite some time now.

(I guess handing around for a bit may yield some information. Who knows who could be talking about what.) She says to herself as she enters and approaches the bartop.)

Kara Kornelius