Okuro_Ishimoto
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Okuro roamed the halls of the castle on Mustafar. It was certainly old, and had definitely seen better days. From what Asheda had told him, this palace had belonged to Darth Vader during his time. Now she just used it as a home. However, with their recent..."Partnership", her home was now his. His cruiser was down on a nearby mountain, Battle Droids patrolling the area. It was more or less a wasteland, but it didn't hurt to establish protocols. The place had been picked clean over the many years since it was abandoned, and all that remained were a few large bacta tanks, a big meditation chamber, and a few black capes that he admittedly looked pretty cool in if he did say so himself.
He continued wandering around, taking a few turbolifts. He'd seen the bedroom, Asheda made sure of that when they got there, but there were other things he wanted to see. Using the force to open a special door he was greeted with a surprisingly full library. He knew smugglers didn't tend to be force sensitive, but he would have thought in all this time some Jedi or Sith would have come here as well. For all he knew, maybe they did but didn't make it out alive. He had to stay on guard at all times. He walked around, up and down the aisles, brushing layers and layers of dust off of books. He heard the sound of footsteps in the distance...Asheda couldn't have been home so soon, could she? No, she wouldn't be home for at least the next two rotations. He walked out of the library, closing the door and looking around, his hands on his lightsabers in case he needed to use them.
He continued wandering around, taking a few turbolifts. He'd seen the bedroom, Asheda made sure of that when they got there, but there were other things he wanted to see. Using the force to open a special door he was greeted with a surprisingly full library. He knew smugglers didn't tend to be force sensitive, but he would have thought in all this time some Jedi or Sith would have come here as well. For all he knew, maybe they did but didn't make it out alive. He had to stay on guard at all times. He walked around, up and down the aisles, brushing layers and layers of dust off of books. He heard the sound of footsteps in the distance...Asheda couldn't have been home so soon, could she? No, she wouldn't be home for at least the next two rotations. He walked out of the library, closing the door and looking around, his hands on his lightsabers in case he needed to use them.