Nothing to Sum Ting (training)

[The Red of Sinner]

Coruscant​

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Home of the Sith, and Sin family HQ alike.​

Here, Romeo was not very welcomed, but that had been a year ago, now things were different. His enemies in the One Sith were gone, and he had outlasted them.​

A speeder drove Romeo to the manor of Sins, a stoic look confused the driver, a driver for the family.​

"What is the matter Master Sin?"​

Romeo watched the traffic go by.​

"Nothing...just...been a long time Grinner."​

The driver nodded.
"That is what it means to be a Sin, though, you know this."​

"I do, I do. I have come to accept what is to be expected of me though."​

"Good, the family will fair better with you at the head."​

[member="Sum Ting Sin"]​

 

[Meen Meen Birgs]

Sum Ting walked through the Sins' mansion, taking it all in. It had barely changed since he was a young man. Well, he still was a young man, just not physically. At least his lightsabers hadn't been destroyed. The old blades hung at his waste, covered in a slight bit of rust, and dirt stuck in their deepest crevices. Honestly, Sum Ting was surprised they still worked, let alone hadn't been thrown out or stolen. Back in his day, Vahl, was he really that old, Sum Ting had been a renowned Sin, and close to being Knighted by his father. Now, now was something else.

The old man could barely remember any of his Force training. He'd discovered he had kept most of the muscle memory that came with lightsaber combat, yet he no longer felt the constant connection to the Force he once had, and it angered him. So, he had to ask his Grand-Nephew for training. Which disgusted him.

[member="Romeo Sin"]