Xilo Gale
Character
A silver chariot could be anything from a starfighter to a dropship, and a blade of flames was obviously a lightsaber. Xilo drew these from the shaman's cryptic story. No jedi would do such a thing and anyone in the galaxy knew that. They did not conquer they protected the weak, they tried to make everything fair. When life just wasn't fair, the weak were supposed to serve the strong. Even the person who had conquered the world knew that, and she did as she pleased. She made these lands hers, and created a empire that had lasted for who knew how long. Though the terms the women used irked Xilo just a bit. She knew basic, but she did not know the truth. Did not know the truth about the force. Yet he couldn't blame her. She knew enough that he was a sith.
"To me it just sounds like you had a Sith come and conquer your lands. Nothing I can do about it. You had numbers on your side. You should've fought back. The weak will always be subjugated by the strong. It is the way of life... The way of the Darkside of the force." Xilo said not translating what had been said to Zoya yet.
[member="Zoya"]
"To me it just sounds like you had a Sith come and conquer your lands. Nothing I can do about it. You had numbers on your side. You should've fought back. The weak will always be subjugated by the strong. It is the way of life... The way of the Darkside of the force." Xilo said not translating what had been said to Zoya yet.
[member="Zoya"]