The Red of Sinner
Battle Sister
[member="Polaris Sovereign"]
Manaan, the place where it started for Romeo, where it really started at least. Scars from the Sith still bared their fangs on the streets, buildings were still burned down...even a few burn marks from his own fires were present. Here, memories of Patricia seemed to flash back and forth like a bad headache. Had he really been so reckless back then? Still...Romeo found himself sitting on a bench, watching the people walk by, going on about their daily lives.
Sea salt filled the air with a pleasant, yet musky smell. Nothing about this place was relaxing anymore. Nothing.
The Dark Jedi leaned back, and closed his eyes. Today he wore something a little less flashy, and little more...civilian. Right now, to anyone not of the Force, he was just another guy, enjoying the sea breeze.
Still, something about being here made him focus, here he was in his prime. He knew what he had to do, but now, he had no direction, no objective worth going for. There was no plan of grand conquest, or galactic take overs, the Shadow Empire was gone, for the most part. A husk of what it had been. Romeo felt like he too was a husk of what he had been. No purpose meant no life.
Was this...depression for the man? Was this a side effect of being in a clone body? There was no telling, Romeo was fully unsure of who he was now.
Manaan, the place where it started for Romeo, where it really started at least. Scars from the Sith still bared their fangs on the streets, buildings were still burned down...even a few burn marks from his own fires were present. Here, memories of Patricia seemed to flash back and forth like a bad headache. Had he really been so reckless back then? Still...Romeo found himself sitting on a bench, watching the people walk by, going on about their daily lives.
Sea salt filled the air with a pleasant, yet musky smell. Nothing about this place was relaxing anymore. Nothing.
The Dark Jedi leaned back, and closed his eyes. Today he wore something a little less flashy, and little more...civilian. Right now, to anyone not of the Force, he was just another guy, enjoying the sea breeze.
Still, something about being here made him focus, here he was in his prime. He knew what he had to do, but now, he had no direction, no objective worth going for. There was no plan of grand conquest, or galactic take overs, the Shadow Empire was gone, for the most part. A husk of what it had been. Romeo felt like he too was a husk of what he had been. No purpose meant no life.
Was this...depression for the man? Was this a side effect of being in a clone body? There was no telling, Romeo was fully unsure of who he was now.