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Galactic Time is...Six AM. It's time to wake up, Mullarus
I knew I should've just slept in...
The young Sith stayed in bed for a few more minutes. His long hair was a mess, as usual. His bed was empty besides himself. He turned and looked at the empty side of the bed and sighed. Who knew being a Sith could feel so empty...
Within moments, he heard the pitter patter of Amaran feet walking down Patriot's corridor toward his chamber where he slept alone and meditated. Sure enough, the steel blue-furred Amaran poked his head in. Master? Are you alright? he asked. His voice was a bit high-pitched for a male, but Mullarus always figured it was normal for an Amaran. He didn't talk much, anyway.
Mullarus sat up, reaching his arms up and stretching. "Yeah...yeah, Stripe. I'm alright. Hey, fetch me some blue milk, will ya?"
The Amaran's tail retreated between his legs, "Er.. Master, we...have no more in the cooler.
With a heavy sigh, Mullarus ran his right hand over his face. It still felt strange with his index and middle fingers made of circuits and metal. "Krux, you dense son of a..." he grumbled, standing up and heading to his wardrobe nearby, searching through the cabinets in his underwear, half of the hair on his head standing up and frizzled up. "Is there anything wet, cold, and non-alcoholic in the cooler?"
Stripe nervously twiddled his fingers, "Uh...there's some water..."
"That'll do, Stripe."
The Amaran scurried away. Mullarus dug out some flimsy, but comfortable clothes to wear around Patriot. He slipped them on.
You look nice this morning, Mullarus
Funny, I don't remember a ship A.I. being programmed with a sense of humor
He made a face, as if someone were actually watching him get dressed. Only a moment after he finished getting dressed, Stripe returned with a bottle of water. Mullarus nodded a thank you and took it, uncorking it and taking a long drink. "Come to think of it, I haven't had water in a while...Stripe, put blue milk and purified water bottles on the shopping list next time we stop by Coruscant." Stripe nodded quickly and scurried away.
Mullarus made his way through Patriot's corridors and onto the bridge. "Patriot, status report" he said as he sat down in the captain's chair and kicked his bare feet up on the control board.
Course for Coruscant is still active. Approximately two hours until destination is reached. You have zero new messages.
As usual.
He took a datapad into his hand and opened it up.
Spacebook. Why the hell do I have one of these stupid things. How many contacts do I even have? Let's see...
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"], right at the top of course. I'm sure he's still living the luxurious Sith Lord's life.
[member="Darth Azurea"]. I wonder what she's up to. Hope she's doing alright after that incident on Toola.
[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]. Huh. There's a name I haven't seen in a while. Can't imagine what she's been doing. Except maybe karking Lord Bane.
[member="Dex Torture"]. Uh huh... I'm sure he's doing well. Azurea will teach him well.
He made a face. That was it. His only real contacts. He tossed the datapad to the side. Could've done well without that grim reminder. Boy, do I have a ways to go. Oh! I know! I'll call home!
Punching in a few numbers into the control board, he then glanced to his left at a smoking pipe he was given by his grandfather with his old acolyte robes. Mullarus had never thought to smoke anything out of it, partly because he knew his already scarred innards wouldn't last long if he exposed them to it, and because he didn't have anything to smoke.
Suddenly, a group of three Amarans appeared on his holo. Master! Something wrong? Mullarus shook his head, "No. Just checking in. How's my place on Ragoon IV?"
Everything's okay, master!
He sighed, "Please...what did I say about calling me master? Just...don't. Not yet.
Oh...okay! Sorry, master! That was when they hung up.
Mullarus leaned back in the seat, spinning around in it a few times. He inhaled and exhaled slowly.
"Yup...being the apprentice to a mighty Lord of the Sith suuuure is an eventful life..."