CountofTuscany
Star
- Joined
- Jun 29, 2009
- Location
- Chile
Armak Heil'Blum, the most agile and powerful dual light saber these corners of the galaxy had in this era. He always kept both of these hidden underneath his black leather jacket. Leaving behind his Jedi attire, and his Jedi ways, he was now dedicating to keeping these peripheral planets in relative peace. All he wanted was to rest in peace, no more experimenting, no more corruption, no more snoozing in other's business, just plainly rest, and dazzle the local farm boys with his powers every once in a while. If the galaxy would really need him, then the sign would come, the problem is, that he always ignored the signs. As he worked his small amount of lands to get the best out of his crops, he felt something tingle in the force, something was coming this way. He had noticed it for a long time now, but right now it got way bigger. Disturbances this big weren't felt ever since he was in the middle of a battle, or at the Jedi Academy. He looked everywhere yet there was no one, he knew whatever was coming was very far away for now. Armak let out a sigh and let go of his tool.
"Sorry babies... but it's time to run from here!"
He dropped everything and ran into his room. He had prepared a special bag just in case somethign like this happened and he went to grab it. At the back of his house he kept under hiding a swoop bike. He carefully checked the bag adding food and water into it. It would be a long week. He smiled as thrills slowly began to creep up his back. After getting everything ready, he locked the small dome shaped home, leaving behind a prized possession, but knowing that no one would dare to get inside, even if they could. He forced it sealed, and then blew the covers off his old bike. He prayed that this thing would work. After getting on he pulled his bag over his back and ignited. The first run was dusty, heavy, like a cough. He tried again, and it seemed to want to start, but failed none the less. A third time and the trick was done, just as the sensation got stronger too. He smirked, and escaped into the endless green pastures next to his home that belonged to no one.
"Sorry babies... but it's time to run from here!"
He dropped everything and ran into his room. He had prepared a special bag just in case somethign like this happened and he went to grab it. At the back of his house he kept under hiding a swoop bike. He carefully checked the bag adding food and water into it. It would be a long week. He smiled as thrills slowly began to creep up his back. After getting everything ready, he locked the small dome shaped home, leaving behind a prized possession, but knowing that no one would dare to get inside, even if they could. He forced it sealed, and then blew the covers off his old bike. He prayed that this thing would work. After getting on he pulled his bag over his back and ignited. The first run was dusty, heavy, like a cough. He tried again, and it seemed to want to start, but failed none the less. A third time and the trick was done, just as the sensation got stronger too. He smirked, and escaped into the endless green pastures next to his home that belonged to no one.