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The night life in Coruscant was wild. Caden sat at the bar of the "Distant Star" night club. The club bounced with the rythm of the music. Several human and Twi'lek dancers inhabited the stage, drawing the attention of almost every male in the club. Caden enjoyed a glass of Juma mixed with a shot of Corelian ale. The drink soothed his tounge with its sweet, warm taste.
The drink also relieved the stress of the Jedi being on his tail. Being a Jedi killer was a rather dangerous passtime. The type that will often get you noticed by the wrong croud. He was stronger than all of them. He knew it, and they knew it. Though his body was scarred with the trophies of many a battle, he wore them with pride. Each a symbol of one of the hundreds of Jedi he had murdered. He was an assasssin as well. But Jedi were his specialty. He made good money, hade a nice home, his life was arguably well off.
But he knew he couldn't live that life until every Jedi lie in a pool of their own blood. He loved this place. It let him drown his past and hate in endless noise and drink. He finished his glass and called for another. His hood never revealing his face. He just kept on tossing credits, and the bartender kept tossing him drinks. Good relationship.
((No duels until later. Have your character stalk mine for a while THEN attack. Don't just walk in "sense" me and charge.))
The drink also relieved the stress of the Jedi being on his tail. Being a Jedi killer was a rather dangerous passtime. The type that will often get you noticed by the wrong croud. He was stronger than all of them. He knew it, and they knew it. Though his body was scarred with the trophies of many a battle, he wore them with pride. Each a symbol of one of the hundreds of Jedi he had murdered. He was an assasssin as well. But Jedi were his specialty. He made good money, hade a nice home, his life was arguably well off.
But he knew he couldn't live that life until every Jedi lie in a pool of their own blood. He loved this place. It let him drown his past and hate in endless noise and drink. He finished his glass and called for another. His hood never revealing his face. He just kept on tossing credits, and the bartender kept tossing him drinks. Good relationship.
((No duels until later. Have your character stalk mine for a while THEN attack. Don't just walk in "sense" me and charge.))