We Move On

[Black Noise]

Spoiler: OOC

((For characters that aren’t involved in the main storyline, a fading away into peaceful lives and obscurity of a sort. Death disabled.))

Alderaan

Zanhra sat in the midst of a busy, crowded cafe in the heat of the day. On the table before her was a small cup of caf and a book on different pedigrees of Akk dogs. Her hands folded into her lap, Zanhra reflected on her past. She had killed more people than she could count, committed more war crimes than most dark lords, and destroyed entire cities in her reign of terror. Yet, here she sat, enjoying caf and learning about dogs, while the rest of galaxy suffered and burned under the continuing war of the Mandalorians, Jedi and Sith.

Looking at the nearby holovision, watching stories of the newest battles ongoing and recently finished, Zanhra wondered if anyone else like her still ran free. Many war criminals slipped through the cracks, either becoming Jedi or, like Zanhra, simply faded into obscurity. Surely, she wasn’t the only one.

 

[Ceder_Tree]

Alderaan, a peaceful place to escape the inevitable masscures of Sith after the war. A place, to escape the collapsing empire. It was a shame a Sith to hide like a rat. However Blorrar didn’t have much choice. However his talents for escaping were many. Which had brought Blorrar to escape the war crime trials. However for once, he ponder on his past actions. The screams of his victims. The slaughters he had taken apart of. Had it been worth it? He then thought of the largest question, was the fall inevitable? The dark could consume people, did the dark consume its own empire. Perhaps these questions were useful earlier, however he had moved past the Sith. He’d fade away into he greater galaxy. A shadow of himself, but more complete.


He had visited this Cafe, as a simple Male Blue Twi’lek a strong contrast compared the usually pale white skin and dark sunken eyes Blorrar had in his normal form. He quietly, walked among the tables and booths. He’d stop midway through his search. He stood before a human’s booth. Something was off about this person. Blorrar could sense a aura of power aurond this human. The power of a Sith, a ferocious thing. Blorrar would move his hand, sending a small wave of dark force energy out, detectable by this force user. He’d then smile heading to a seat nearby the now confirmed Sith. He waited patiently for him to get the message. Perhaps he had made a mistake, called a member of the inquisition to him. He had seen their loyalty of Mustafar it was something to be feared. There loyalty would never end even in these grim times. With the empire nothing more the dying corpse. Perhaps though he thought like Blorrar. That the Sith should move on. Perhaps. Perhaps he should just wait.