Master Yurza
Mar 17th, 2004, 06:21:32 PM
Yurza walked out of the bar under the pretense of being drunk. It was getting to noisy and crowded in the bar and rather than try to fight fifty people he opted to leave, but the bouncers would not let him leave until they were sure he had spent enough credits inside, hence the pretence. He had learned a long time ago to chose his fights.
"Hath a nicth day.......hopes...you guys....get him!"
Yurza shouted as he pasted the door way and into the street. Once he was ten meters away from the bar he stood up straight and spat on the ground. Not only was the bar crowded, but the drinks were not the best.
From here the once Sith walked along the sidewalks, weaving in and out of crowds making his way to the apartment that had been his home for several months now. His injured leg making him limp. He scowled as he thought about his brother, Shade Magus and what he had done to him. He might never be able to walk straight again, but it made no difference. The next time he met Shade or one of his Jedi freinds, he would not lose.
After his fight with his brother, Yurza had been out of commission for a long time. When he returned to the world he knew, everything was different. There was no longer a Sith Empire, and his former Master Miryan no Trunks was nowhere to be found. He was hoping to track down his master's master Dalethria Mal Pannis. She had taught him once before. Prehaps she would be the one to continue his training, but only time would tell.
Yurza padded his vest and smiled as he felt the hilt of his brother's once lightsaber.Yes, next time I will not lose.
"Hath a nicth day.......hopes...you guys....get him!"
Yurza shouted as he pasted the door way and into the street. Once he was ten meters away from the bar he stood up straight and spat on the ground. Not only was the bar crowded, but the drinks were not the best.
From here the once Sith walked along the sidewalks, weaving in and out of crowds making his way to the apartment that had been his home for several months now. His injured leg making him limp. He scowled as he thought about his brother, Shade Magus and what he had done to him. He might never be able to walk straight again, but it made no difference. The next time he met Shade or one of his Jedi freinds, he would not lose.
After his fight with his brother, Yurza had been out of commission for a long time. When he returned to the world he knew, everything was different. There was no longer a Sith Empire, and his former Master Miryan no Trunks was nowhere to be found. He was hoping to track down his master's master Dalethria Mal Pannis. She had taught him once before. Prehaps she would be the one to continue his training, but only time would tell.
Yurza padded his vest and smiled as he felt the hilt of his brother's once lightsaber.Yes, next time I will not lose.