SashaKovalev
Sep 13th, 2002, 02:26:12 PM
The expression on his face was wistful as he sidled up to one of the bars on the massive ship. Not that he was unhappy or disappointed with his life. Far from it. He'd just been made a knight in the Sith Order, and this, aside from learning to fly a ship, was what he would have considered one of the great accomplishments of his lifetime.
He had a master that he admired and was 100 percent devoted to, a woman that he was in love with who returned these feelings, a several good friends within the Sith order that he could turn to. Everything was perfect really, except that his mother wasnt around to share in how well things were going.
For the longest time he'd told himself he was fine, and he was, but at such a happy time like this, he couldnt help but think of her, and wish she could see how things had turned out for him. He didnt think of his father, or at least he tried not to. He didnt know who the man was, and likely never would, but he couldnt help but wonder about the man now. Had his father been a sith before him?
He rolled his eyes at his silly questions in his head, and turned to the barkeep, a grin on his face. Those things didnt matter. The past didnt matter, only the future. And his looked rather bright - or dark depending on the point of view.
"Corellian Ale." He answered to the questionig expression, then took a seat, drumming his fingers absentmindedly on the marble surface of the bar as he waited for his drink to be served.
He had a master that he admired and was 100 percent devoted to, a woman that he was in love with who returned these feelings, a several good friends within the Sith order that he could turn to. Everything was perfect really, except that his mother wasnt around to share in how well things were going.
For the longest time he'd told himself he was fine, and he was, but at such a happy time like this, he couldnt help but think of her, and wish she could see how things had turned out for him. He didnt think of his father, or at least he tried not to. He didnt know who the man was, and likely never would, but he couldnt help but wonder about the man now. Had his father been a sith before him?
He rolled his eyes at his silly questions in his head, and turned to the barkeep, a grin on his face. Those things didnt matter. The past didnt matter, only the future. And his looked rather bright - or dark depending on the point of view.
"Corellian Ale." He answered to the questionig expression, then took a seat, drumming his fingers absentmindedly on the marble surface of the bar as he waited for his drink to be served.