imported_Ambrose Braeden
Dec 20th, 2002, 11:32:44 PM
As the sith warrior walked through the dirty streets of Tatooine, he could smell the stenche of the slaves and of the drunks that lined the sidewalk. With his heightened sence, he was able to do a lot more things than he was as a mortal. He was a Vampire now, and that meant power. Power beyond any mortals imagination. He consentrated on the darkside of the force, letting it flow through him. Letting the hate and anguish and hurt take over. The darkside of the force was life to Ambrose Braeden, and he was attuned with it. Able to bend it to his will. Able to manipulate it like so many others did.
Stretching out with the force, he could sence many Jedi in the area. And some sith. Not many, though. He had told himself many times that if he was to come face to face with a Jedi, he would be prepared. And tonight, he though, he might. Thinking out loudly...
A jedi is like any other human. Weak, pathetic. Useless. Just like I used to be.
Stretching out with the force, he could sence many Jedi in the area. And some sith. Not many, though. He had told himself many times that if he was to come face to face with a Jedi, he would be prepared. And tonight, he though, he might. Thinking out loudly...
A jedi is like any other human. Weak, pathetic. Useless. Just like I used to be.