Laira Darkhold
Well-Known Member
Sullust
Abigail and he had met for dinner earlier, and she seemed to be doing fine. Quiet, keeping to herself, not telling everyone who her dad was. She was still alive and well and the Alliance wasn't burning her at the stake for being related to a Sith, so all was well.
Still, it bothered the Sith Lord that they had grown apart in such a short time. Not long ago he had spent every free moment with her, and had helped her with everything. Now, he was lucky to see her once every other week. She was a teenager, so it wasn't uncommon, but it still weighed on him. She could drop dead any day without any notice, and the fact that he might not be there to try to save her bothered him greatly.
He sat now, in some dive bar that popped up after the Alliance became a major government. He was relatively incognito. Wearing just street clothes and a Taozin Amulet tucked under his shirt to help hide his Force Signature. In his hand there was a tumbler of dark brown rum, something the bar had had that was good enough for him to get buzzed from while he waited for his flight. Civilian transport was terrible, but it was the best way to travel incognito.
The big man kept his eye's up, watching a Shockball game, or at least looking at it, just burning away the six hours before his flight out of Alliance space.
[member="Kaileann Vera"]
Abigail and he had met for dinner earlier, and she seemed to be doing fine. Quiet, keeping to herself, not telling everyone who her dad was. She was still alive and well and the Alliance wasn't burning her at the stake for being related to a Sith, so all was well.
Still, it bothered the Sith Lord that they had grown apart in such a short time. Not long ago he had spent every free moment with her, and had helped her with everything. Now, he was lucky to see her once every other week. She was a teenager, so it wasn't uncommon, but it still weighed on him. She could drop dead any day without any notice, and the fact that he might not be there to try to save her bothered him greatly.
He sat now, in some dive bar that popped up after the Alliance became a major government. He was relatively incognito. Wearing just street clothes and a Taozin Amulet tucked under his shirt to help hide his Force Signature. In his hand there was a tumbler of dark brown rum, something the bar had had that was good enough for him to get buzzed from while he waited for his flight. Civilian transport was terrible, but it was the best way to travel incognito.
The big man kept his eye's up, watching a Shockball game, or at least looking at it, just burning away the six hours before his flight out of Alliance space.
[member="Kaileann Vera"]