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And there he was. Tak. Sitting. Thinking. meditating. Knowing. Sensing. And as he thought all of these things, he practiced. A Fire lit up in his arm, attracting a small crowd of numerous civilians that will never ever make it to the top or anywhere close. And he knew they where there, which was perfectly fine. But then he got up. Noticing. Seeing. Observing. Detailing. He used a lot of words in his mind, but not much of them mean something different then that of common speaking. He walked off. Leg after leg. Moving. Energising. Transporting. And as he thought all of these things, Kefali Oura, normally just called Oura, returned with the Diastimas, Their ship.
And as she walked out, she was almost showing off, as she just got Sith Tattoos. As she approached Tak, she smirked. "So you got those Tattoos you said you wanted. Congratulations." "It may have been expensive, but it was worth it."
((A Docking Station at Nar Shaddaa))
((A Docking Station at Nar Shaddaa))