For someone such as Blaze, Korriban was as it was for most spacers; a desert planet with very little for show or to do, a recluse for eighty percent of the Order. But the difference was in the why. For Blaze preferred the road less traveled, a means of avoiding the masses, and to live in what he considered tranquility. Booze, women, and sin. It's what Blaze aspired to. At least, it's what he strove for. There were times he often found himself at odds with, and right now was such one of those times.
Amidst the roaring crowds, a Champion stood against his enemy, the crowd looking on in awe as the accused faced the sentence of facing Blaze in combat for ruining his sports jacket. Such was the open forum that was the Gladiatorial Arena nestled within the City of Gems. But this wasn't the least of fair fights, and Blaze had accused a lowly Acolyte of cursing his honor by not watching where he was going and spilling a minuscule and minute amount of flavorful alcohol upon his blackened blazer. And in the arena, the crowd cheered feverishly as he sidestepped his opponent's attack and laid a hand against skin the began to boil beneath.
As his opponent recoiled in pain against the Tailless Tiefling, Blaze held up a glowing red hand in glory as the red hue engulfed in flame, and with a backhand, struck his foe with the fury of a Sith Champion. Marked by the ire of Blaze and laying him pain of the burns that course his form, his opponent could no longer yield nor pick himself from the crimson soaked soil, signaling the end of the display of superiority as he allowed the medical core to take his form. The crowd may have booed the allowance of life, but Blaze's infamous mark was humility enough. Let his opponent live with it as was per his usual.
And so Blaze tossed the jacket in a bin as he left the arena and departed upon the streets, a cascade of his usual venue preferences after what he considered little more than a scrapple as he made his way. This was where he would reencounter one he had noticed before, and as he would turn into his favorite ramen shop, notice him as their shoulders would bump in the crossing and Blaze's red and blue eyes would fall upon the Pureblood.
Amidst the roaring crowds, a Champion stood against his enemy, the crowd looking on in awe as the accused faced the sentence of facing Blaze in combat for ruining his sports jacket. Such was the open forum that was the Gladiatorial Arena nestled within the City of Gems. But this wasn't the least of fair fights, and Blaze had accused a lowly Acolyte of cursing his honor by not watching where he was going and spilling a minuscule and minute amount of flavorful alcohol upon his blackened blazer. And in the arena, the crowd cheered feverishly as he sidestepped his opponent's attack and laid a hand against skin the began to boil beneath.
As his opponent recoiled in pain against the Tailless Tiefling, Blaze held up a glowing red hand in glory as the red hue engulfed in flame, and with a backhand, struck his foe with the fury of a Sith Champion. Marked by the ire of Blaze and laying him pain of the burns that course his form, his opponent could no longer yield nor pick himself from the crimson soaked soil, signaling the end of the display of superiority as he allowed the medical core to take his form. The crowd may have booed the allowance of life, but Blaze's infamous mark was humility enough. Let his opponent live with it as was per his usual.
And so Blaze tossed the jacket in a bin as he left the arena and departed upon the streets, a cascade of his usual venue preferences after what he considered little more than a scrapple as he made his way. This was where he would reencounter one he had noticed before, and as he would turn into his favorite ramen shop, notice him as their shoulders would bump in the crossing and Blaze's red and blue eyes would fall upon the Pureblood.