Adrian Cross
Oct 18th, 2002, 11:37:20 AM
Sith Palace, Corellia
It is dark here. The flame of the candle stands still in the air. Nothing moves within these halls save my feet on the plasteel tiles. I am alone here in the residential wing of the Palace. It is a fearful word, alone. There is nothing here save my one body, it is strange to see only two feet stepping upon the ground.
My name is Adrian Cross, as it is written on my old Imperial Flight uniform. I am nineteen years old. I am six feet tall, and this is a burden, for there are not many ships that can accomodate one such as me.
It is dark here. The flame of the candle stands still in the air. Nothing moves within these halls save my feet on the plasteel tiles. I am alone here in the residential wing of the Palace. It is a fearful word, alone. There is nothing here save my one body, it is strange to see only two feet stepping upon the ground.
My name is Adrian Cross, as it is written on my old Imperial Flight uniform. I am nineteen years old. I am six feet tall, and this is a burden, for there are not many ships that can accomodate one such as me.