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Coruscant, the shining beacon at the centre of the Republic, the centre of all power.
It was here that Huang Karasu found himself. He rarely travelled to the capital, preferring Ossus to the bustle of the world clad in the skin of cities. He paced a grand square, reflecting as he passed statues of figures of note.
Though not in battle, Huang still wore parts of his armour, protecting his chest, stomach, neck, thighs and forearms from harm. His weapons were belted at his hip, over his black robe. The towering Sephi Sword master cut a striking figure among the others, rising almost over a head taller than most.
He had been here for hours, his mind turning constantly. He had come to this seat of power for a reason. To summon the council.
They were not going to like what he would bring to them. It had the potential to rend the council asunder. But he could not stop what he had begun. No. His feelings had become too strong.
His feelings. Such an irony, something so grounded in emotion, coming from the haughty councillor. It would not go well unless perfectly presented.
And thus, he strolled around the square, organising his thoughts, preparing himself.
Coruscant, the shining beacon at the centre of the Republic, the centre of all power.
It was here that Huang Karasu found himself. He rarely travelled to the capital, preferring Ossus to the bustle of the world clad in the skin of cities. He paced a grand square, reflecting as he passed statues of figures of note.
Though not in battle, Huang still wore parts of his armour, protecting his chest, stomach, neck, thighs and forearms from harm. His weapons were belted at his hip, over his black robe. The towering Sephi Sword master cut a striking figure among the others, rising almost over a head taller than most.
He had been here for hours, his mind turning constantly. He had come to this seat of power for a reason. To summon the council.
They were not going to like what he would bring to them. It had the potential to rend the council asunder. But he could not stop what he had begun. No. His feelings had become too strong.
His feelings. Such an irony, something so grounded in emotion, coming from the haughty councillor. It would not go well unless perfectly presented.
And thus, he strolled around the square, organising his thoughts, preparing himself.