Beric ignored the Sith. Their words were wind on the breeze, nothing more. They loved to show how much power they held. As such, it cut them more when their power was in doubt. He held out a hand, deftly stopping the staff in mid air, returning it to himself. Augustus had stopped him...
Kristoff pursed his lips, finishing his drink. He placed it on the table, his face etched with irritation. It seems he had stayed too long. The opportunities for meaningful interaction were gone.
''Well, I suppose that's me then.'' He pulled on his cap, and slid his way past the shrieking...
''Ah, the arrogance of the Sith. How I have missed it.'' Beric replied, unimpressed. The Sith were fond of bragging. Younger Sith would leap at any opportunity to do so, while more powerful individuals would state truths.
''Come along then, youngling. I haven't time to waste on idle...
Beric had remained silent as Augustus became more belligerent. It was an ever present problem with his friend, stubborn as a bantha and twice as angry.
He interjected, his tone sharp. This verbal back and forth got them nowhere.
''Little one, we have expressed no wish to tell you our...
Beric shot a glare at Nero. ''Impudent little...'' He muttered under his breath. The way of the youths these days... He would never have talked back to an elder at the boy's age. The unceasing march of change, he supposed, sighing inwardly.
He stroked his chin, pondering methods. They...
Beric had hated the journey. He had missed his windowless bridge, controlling his ship through holoscreens. It was loud as well. He had gotten used to the tranquillity of solar sails. He wore armour under voluminous grey robes of roughspun fabric.
He had been meditating for days, seeking...
He looked to the apprentice as he spoke. The words shocked him. He knew that the Jedi had been on a descent when they ejected him... but for Cordatus to turn... to attack his own kind without provocation?
''He turned? He attacked his own halls?''
Pale green eyes flicked back to Augustus...
Beric frowned at the mention of his former colleague and council member.
''Cordatus? I don't hunt Jedi any more, Augustus. I've realised the error of petty vengence.''
He looked back up again.
''Nothing is achieved that way. I shall not kill another Jedi for simply existing.''
He...
How many people here play? I'm planning on picking it up in a week or 2, and I'd quite like to have people to roll around with. I had 1, factions, and nightfall, and it was fun, but I was on my own there, which was kinda dull.
Don't think I'd ever say I admire writers. But some authors I like to read are:
Dan Abnett, Brandon Sanderson, George R. R. Martin, John G. Hemry, Paul Stewart, Ian M. Banks.
Valtiere finished his drink, tucking away his datapad. It was time.
He stood, pulling on his peaked cap, SpaceOps symbol prominent. With relaxed, yet long, strides, he made his way to the podium. He ascended to the stage, the microphone adjusting itself to his height.
Kristoff cleared...
His hard gaze faltered for a moment, sorrow filling his eyes.
''I...I don't know any more. I've been hiding for so long.''
His face grew hard again, and he stood taller.
''After what I've done, I wouldn't be surprised if you had come to kill me. All those people... just for some petty...