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"Men are forged by the bonds they've made. I was made by the ones that were broken." ___________________________________________________________________ -COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE- Some claim he's a mask that wears a body of pain, something made to hit and vandalize. Others claim he's dark...

The GA?

I'm old. Barely remember me, if you do at all and I p much have one question. Has there been a time skip since the whole New Imperium or such took over and hunted down mandalorians and jedi?

"Well, that's certainly a question." Kliff answers, finishing off his Caff. No more cup to hide behind. "I've thought about it at times, fixing the Galaxy or just make a name, but," Yeah. He shrugs, hiding away those inner most thoughts. Gaja's force sense goes past Kliff, lucky him, but there...

No, Kliff never has much to say. Or anything big to say, that is. His eyes bounced from person to person, hearing every word said. Pondering every point partaked. And as it turns out, he's very different than him. They all want war, blood to fix everything. Him? He just wants a peace. Something...

Why was it removed, by chance?

Mm, nah, I didn't. Thanks for telling me.

A story? Shit, he never realized he needed a story. Kliff, or rather, Jennith, stirred in his mind for something believable while leaning on two of the four chairs of the cafe chair. "Oh, you know. My story's like anyone elses. Family and parents died at a young age for me, so I wandered for a...

"Fun my as-" Casey said, interrupted by a slap on the back of her head. Where does one get into Tatooine neck deep in sands with feet dangling off the side of a cruisebarge. A hutt lays lacadaisical near the back, but for now Casey's on break, and a well deserved on at that. All day she's heard...

Well then. Kliff had always thought he himself was a bit startling in appearance, especially if one were to notice the tattoos were only hiding third degree burn scars that rendered half of his face. Not face like. Mainly that most of his cheek couldn't be recovered, but his narrator digresses...

Wow. Someone came underdressed. Kliff came in with guides, sneezing almost immediately in his helmet. His armor was less than proffessional, only wearing the standards. A chest plate to match the helmet, greaves and boots that lefted him about an inch off the ground. But make no mistake, he did...

Of all the days to lounge about, of all times to be lazy. This was not today. A day in space is a day wasted, but a day without a comm. Oh ho, that could change a man's fate. The comms went off, beeping alarmingly. This time, it was important. Kliff urghed, naturally, reaching for his...

That'd be Kliff Tennithens.

Now this was the life. Who was on the run? It was certainly not him, for it is not a run he is taking, but a pleasant jog. Yes, a pleasant metaphoric jog away from blaster fire, bloodthirsty sith and just about a prejudice world. Not his fault he's a Mando. Okay will maybe it is. But it was a...

I'm attempting to math. Does sign ups end today, or yesterday? Or has it ended already today?