Avicus DuSang
The Patron Saint of Heartache
Rudrig
A Dark God descended upon the lush paradise of Rudrig. Death, however, did not follow in his wake. Between getting things prepared for the Grand Moff's Inaugural Tour and other projects he had going on in the First Order Navy, the Fleet Admiral took some much needed shore time. His meeting with Sila still replaying in his head over and over.
Her words resting upon his soul like hot coals.
Pulling a cigarette out of his slacks, he sparked it up, dusting off his white Polo. A pair of sunglasses covered yellow eyes. He had sent [member="Dissero"] a message, alerting him of his arrival. He asked his son if he'd meet him in a local tavern. It was a bit presumptuous to just walk into his house. So a neutral location was selected.
Avicus' Apology Tour Part Two as he walked to the bar. He just hoped it would go better than what it did with Sila. He doubted it would, but the longer he waited, the more difficult making amends would become. It was time for him to right the wrongs of his past. The Sith Lord ordered a stiff drink, finding a quiet table in the back where he could smoke and drink in peace.
And where he and his son could converse without interruption.
A Dark God descended upon the lush paradise of Rudrig. Death, however, did not follow in his wake. Between getting things prepared for the Grand Moff's Inaugural Tour and other projects he had going on in the First Order Navy, the Fleet Admiral took some much needed shore time. His meeting with Sila still replaying in his head over and over.
Her words resting upon his soul like hot coals.
Pulling a cigarette out of his slacks, he sparked it up, dusting off his white Polo. A pair of sunglasses covered yellow eyes. He had sent [member="Dissero"] a message, alerting him of his arrival. He asked his son if he'd meet him in a local tavern. It was a bit presumptuous to just walk into his house. So a neutral location was selected.
Avicus' Apology Tour Part Two as he walked to the bar. He just hoped it would go better than what it did with Sila. He doubted it would, but the longer he waited, the more difficult making amends would become. It was time for him to right the wrongs of his past. The Sith Lord ordered a stiff drink, finding a quiet table in the back where he could smoke and drink in peace.
And where he and his son could converse without interruption.