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ForeverMischievous
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- Joined
- Jul 29, 2011
The Glaxay, wasn't getting any more stable, then it had been, in the years after the Empires defeat. When the Sith Lord: Palpatine, had been slain, the only, and last Sith Lord was thought destroyed, no one ever knew, nor heard about any other. But the Dark Side, would never subdue, as long as there was subjects, prepared to embrace it. And there was always willing subjects to be found. The Empire was indeed defeated, and the Galaxy free of it's tyranny. However, not free of darkness. The Dark Side was always searching for new candidates. The next great Sith Lord. The Dark side, always corrupt. Leaves a mind hazed, and lost. Leaves a man without compassion. Only Tenacity, and fury remains. Many would crave these powers, even among the Jedi ranks. And often the more powerful Jedi's, has a greater chance of being corrupted. They get so close to their limits, if not reaching it, but then starts craving more. And as soon as that craving comes, there's no turning back. Power, corrupts.
After his last mission, Ar'tek had gone missing, leaving no mesage behind for his friends and family. There had been no trace of him after this, and no one suspected him to simply leave like this. He'd loved his Sister, and remnants of his family. So everyone suspected him dead, even though no one ever found him, on his last known position.
However, seven years after his disapearance, there was one person, who knew where he could be found. A snarling little merchant, hidden away in the darker allies of Dantooine's slums. The Merchant was a nosy little Twi'lek, not owning the height of his fellow race. A Radio played loud music from it's speakers, as the merchant waddled about his shop, moving around paper and money. The merchant sell a long list of things, from rare antiques, to scrap metal, to slave dossiers. There was no slaves in his shop, they where all held elsewhere, and the dossiers was only presented to possible buyers. The Merchant, was as well an arms dealer, and information broker. But those two sides, was well hidden, no one else then the ones who already knew his worth, knew this. He was a valuable source of information, and weapons. He was as well, the last man, who'd be able to tell anything about Ar'tek.
After his last mission, Ar'tek had gone missing, leaving no mesage behind for his friends and family. There had been no trace of him after this, and no one suspected him to simply leave like this. He'd loved his Sister, and remnants of his family. So everyone suspected him dead, even though no one ever found him, on his last known position.
However, seven years after his disapearance, there was one person, who knew where he could be found. A snarling little merchant, hidden away in the darker allies of Dantooine's slums. The Merchant was a nosy little Twi'lek, not owning the height of his fellow race. A Radio played loud music from it's speakers, as the merchant waddled about his shop, moving around paper and money. The merchant sell a long list of things, from rare antiques, to scrap metal, to slave dossiers. There was no slaves in his shop, they where all held elsewhere, and the dossiers was only presented to possible buyers. The Merchant, was as well an arms dealer, and information broker. But those two sides, was well hidden, no one else then the ones who already knew his worth, knew this. He was a valuable source of information, and weapons. He was as well, the last man, who'd be able to tell anything about Ar'tek.
