Nick Kahoshi
Light's Sword
The near disaster of five capital ships hitting the planet Atrisia had been barely avoided, thanks to a melding of minds lead by the very person who had been intent on conquering the world not long ago. In the aftermath, the rogue Jedi Master had rushed from building to building to free the souls trapped inside. Remembering the attitude of Force users on his home planet Nick had disguised his abilities by pretending to struggle lifting rubble, and had saved dozens in the process. Now all that was left was the withdrawal of Fringe forces, and the continued recovery of the damaged capital.
Nick sat in a small cafe, seated in the back corner. It had managed to survive almost untouched, and was nearly full of people trying to regain some sense of normality after what could only seem like utter chaos of the past few hours. Every person in the building was watching him, some with at least an attempt to disguise it others simply staring. All of them wondering who he was and why he was here of all places. Before Nick sat a pot of tea and a cup. Across the table, another cup waited for the person Nick expected to arrive.
Bringing the tea cup to his lips, Akio took a small sip of the liquid.
Nick sat in a small cafe, seated in the back corner. It had managed to survive almost untouched, and was nearly full of people trying to regain some sense of normality after what could only seem like utter chaos of the past few hours. Every person in the building was watching him, some with at least an attempt to disguise it others simply staring. All of them wondering who he was and why he was here of all places. Before Nick sat a pot of tea and a cup. Across the table, another cup waited for the person Nick expected to arrive.
Bringing the tea cup to his lips, Akio took a small sip of the liquid.