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Sept 4, 2008 17:52:06 GMT -5
Post by Darth Nergul on Sept 4, 2008 17:52:06 GMT -5
"There's nothing like a great snack!" shouted a man at the spaceport, obviously being a merchant. It was a wonder to the shadow about how this person could expect tired folks to even want to eat and lounge around. To his displeasure, this merchant came pulling his cart up to him. "You look like a strong, young man. Someone like you could use some meat." Simply choosing to save his breath, he gave the man a credit chip and walked off. "Aren't you going to take something?" was what he last heard.
The shrouds covering the place he was visiting was lifting, but still at dawn. Appearances changed somewhat, but it was all familiar how everything worked. People came and left here on varied businesses, but none like his.
It occurred to the shade, Chax Erien, that there was a simple problem. Where exactly was his destination. Being independent, he went out to seek his home.
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Sept 11, 2008 20:05:59 GMT -5
Post by Darth Nergul on Sept 11, 2008 20:05:59 GMT -5
This lonely path was all too familiar to him. Not knowing where he was going. Passing by strangers who did not care who he was or whatever he needed. Chax looked around for points of interest, but he still wasn't sure what was a good place. He was forced to continue wandering throughout the place, not being able to tell the difference between anywhere.
Arriving at a park, the young man saw many peaceful looking people passing by. It was obvious they weren't changed like he was. One person caught his interest, and old man who was wearing robes. He was being escorted by a younger, stronger man, who was imposing. "Excuse me," Chax said, running in front of both of them. "I was wondering if you could help me find my way."
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