Some sand her and there.

[Garza]

I rode in my messenger,
vehicle on the ground,
as I need another integer.
I rode in the sand
having no one with me,
as I heard a song from a band.
Playing over the speakers
With the steering wheel in my hand.

My clothes of Crimson blood.
and wiping at my face,
when I was hit with a small piece of mud.
Taking a great jump over the dune,
I flew over the sand of tatooine,
at the time of half past noon.


Stopping at the Space port,
I put ht car in park,
As the man walked up to me, saying his name of Mort.
I paid him 20 credits to allow me in.
To get a simple drink
because my story did not end in Fin.

I walked in, to see many faces.
with all of them staring at me,
all I could smell was feces.
I walked to the counter, ordering a drink.
Green and strong,
did I feel on the brink.

setting it down,
I let myself become silent and to myself.
as though I were in the Dog pound.

[member="Dalansa"]

 

[Dalansa]

The silence of a single voice
Was an unnoticed thing
And even if that was their choice,
To her she e wanted to no attention bring.

Her silence in the corner broken,
As she seemed to know a man.
Though it seemed not but a token,
Of who she had seen in the Sith clan.

The only word spoken was a "Lord?"
At which the crowd drew back in fear,
Such a title was reserved for the warred,
And such was never good to hear.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

I was not an unnoticed man.
My force potential was high
Noticing that the drink was rather blan.
I could hear the word thrown around.
SIth Lord, for how I looked.
But truly I was not bound.

I was no Sith lord.
No where near powerful
I was closer to being a dead board.

I turned around from the counter.
Seeing everyone stare at me,
I spoke, "What is with all this banter?"

[member="Dalansa"]