Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
There was something to be said for the Starchaser line. While the descendants of the ones who served in Palpatine’s order weren’t all that many, they definitely followed one trait for sure, and that was pride. It definitely didn’t miss Marek Starchaser either. He stepped from his commandeered Lone Scout. Really, it was becoming home, but he figured it was time to upgrade to something else. He liked something he could live in, but maybe it was time to set sights and land somewhere.
Following instinct, really, was what directed him here. He had heard through the galactic grapevine that this could be where he would find solace, and a place to learn. Exiting his craft, he had his pistol on one hip, a blade on the other, and strapped across his back was his rifle. Take it all, just in case. He didn’t have much, he did live in that ship, so it all meant something.
Right, so this was where he felt he needed to go? Now what? Looking back at his ship, he shrugged, taking what was obviously a lost path. He hated feeling lost, but with the Jedi hunting him down. “Great.”
@[member="Kara Avoyos"]
Following instinct, really, was what directed him here. He had heard through the galactic grapevine that this could be where he would find solace, and a place to learn. Exiting his craft, he had his pistol on one hip, a blade on the other, and strapped across his back was his rifle. Take it all, just in case. He didn’t have much, he did live in that ship, so it all meant something.
Right, so this was where he felt he needed to go? Now what? Looking back at his ship, he shrugged, taking what was obviously a lost path. He hated feeling lost, but with the Jedi hunting him down. “Great.”
@[member="Kara Avoyos"]