Moyr was now a Sith. And she behaved like a Sith. She wouldn't go eat paste and crowd at the mess hall. She entered the #66, dressed in a leather jacket over her tape-wear, and headed upstairs. There, she ordered a cup of true vine coffee, eggs and Blurrg bacon and sat by the window. The INN hummed ambiently, but she cared not for the news at the moment. Her gaze was on the desert landscape and the distant lights of the spaceport. The dawn was not yet there, and four out of seven moons were in view, painting the sand violet with their overlapping ominous reflected luminescence.
[-10 Credits]
_________________ Force Sensitive | Lethan Twi'lek | Criminal | Shadow | Radical | Subversive | The Red Wraith | Tentacle Entente | Team Jadus Unofficial Reputation: 5 | Graduation: 10 | Description
concealing clothes, survival wear and gear, hand scanner, backpack, datapad, commlink, knife, blaster, double-blade lightsabre, the Red Mask of Yavin
"The greatest obstacle to unbridled personal liberty is not the existence of evil regimes, but the deluded belief in the existence of good ones."
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