Eternal Father
The rain was coming down hard drowning the surrounding terraced hillsides surrounding the city of Pols Anaxes, capital of the Republic Fortress world of Anaxes, and those unfortunate to be caught in the downpour were scrambling for cover. One of those individuals was a lad wearing what would appear to be a set of shabby clothes consisting of a dark gray shirt, black pants and boots, along with a large brown cloak that covered most of his body. His hood was kept up to keep the rain out, but nonetheless he was still getting drenched from head to toe as he ran through the torrent to find shelter. Sadly, he was mostly seen as a vagabond and street urchin, and wasn't let into any private establishments nearby.
Sighed, the distraught youth made his way over to the nearest bench and plopped down on it with a grumble of distaste. It had been nearly a month since his mother had passed away, and he wasn't no more closer than leaving this wretched world and finding his own destiny among the stars. Not to mention that he was lonely, he had no one else now. His mother was his world, she taught him everything, and took care of him for all of his life. It was like there was a voracious void eating away at his heart with her death, and no one could fill it, and now he was stuck in the rain with nowhere to go.
Life sucks.
He sighed again and leaned back against the bench, covering himself up as best he could with his cloak and wishing silently that the rain would be quick and merciful. He didn't expect anyone to help him in his plight, the citizens of Pols Anaxes weren't the kindest around, and the recent attack on Coruscant by the Sith didn't help his predicament either. Now they were all confused and on edge that a legion of Sith would come down from the sky and unleash hellfire upon them and leave them broken. The individual known as Montross Zambrano didn't care much for Sith, despite knowing now that his true father was perhaps the most vile of Sith around, but he didn't care much for the Jedi either.
Since when did they ever help him?
[member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Sighed, the distraught youth made his way over to the nearest bench and plopped down on it with a grumble of distaste. It had been nearly a month since his mother had passed away, and he wasn't no more closer than leaving this wretched world and finding his own destiny among the stars. Not to mention that he was lonely, he had no one else now. His mother was his world, she taught him everything, and took care of him for all of his life. It was like there was a voracious void eating away at his heart with her death, and no one could fill it, and now he was stuck in the rain with nowhere to go.
Life sucks.
He sighed again and leaned back against the bench, covering himself up as best he could with his cloak and wishing silently that the rain would be quick and merciful. He didn't expect anyone to help him in his plight, the citizens of Pols Anaxes weren't the kindest around, and the recent attack on Coruscant by the Sith didn't help his predicament either. Now they were all confused and on edge that a legion of Sith would come down from the sky and unleash hellfire upon them and leave them broken. The individual known as Montross Zambrano didn't care much for Sith, despite knowing now that his true father was perhaps the most vile of Sith around, but he didn't care much for the Jedi either.
Since when did they ever help him?
[member="Kiskla Grayson"]