Plo Koon
Aug 18th, 2002, 05:22:28 PM
Plo walked into the gas chamber at the entrance of his room. After a few moments he removerd his mask, breathing in the air and streaching his face muscles. He thinks
Man. I can not beleave I put up with this mask. I can't wait to go home. I hate all these Oxygen breathers, they think they got it easy.
Plo walked to his room and hung up his cloths. He changed and put on his training suite. It was thicker then normal clothing since it was to protect him from any acidents he might have. He reached into his closet and pulled out his Samurai Sword. He smiled and pulled it out. The reflection of the light on the blade was beautiful to Plo. He put the cover down and went to the living room. He pushed aside the coffee table and got in his stance. He swung it around a bit getting the feeling. He liked the feeling of his sword because it's not like a light sabar. It had a smaller handle witch Koon liked more then the slightly thinker handle of his sabar. HE sliced the open air for awhile. Pretending that he was in a great battle like his father. Evading attacks and slicing whatever got in his way. He then got a bit tired so he walked to the fridge. He pulled out a sausage and shot it into the air. Plo quickly raised his sword and choped it in mid air, he then pulled out some lettuce and did the same thing. After he made his sandwitch he walked over to the coutch and watched some T.V and relaxed after his long day.
Man. I can not beleave I put up with this mask. I can't wait to go home. I hate all these Oxygen breathers, they think they got it easy.
Plo walked to his room and hung up his cloths. He changed and put on his training suite. It was thicker then normal clothing since it was to protect him from any acidents he might have. He reached into his closet and pulled out his Samurai Sword. He smiled and pulled it out. The reflection of the light on the blade was beautiful to Plo. He put the cover down and went to the living room. He pushed aside the coffee table and got in his stance. He swung it around a bit getting the feeling. He liked the feeling of his sword because it's not like a light sabar. It had a smaller handle witch Koon liked more then the slightly thinker handle of his sabar. HE sliced the open air for awhile. Pretending that he was in a great battle like his father. Evading attacks and slicing whatever got in his way. He then got a bit tired so he walked to the fridge. He pulled out a sausage and shot it into the air. Plo quickly raised his sword and choped it in mid air, he then pulled out some lettuce and did the same thing. After he made his sandwitch he walked over to the coutch and watched some T.V and relaxed after his long day.