Drip.
Drip.
With each salty spill Rani could feel his energy pouring forth from his burning body. The aspiring Jedi glistened in his own sweat under the intense unforgiving glare of Naboo's sun. The Echani's pale form, so unaccustomed to the modest brown garments provided by the Coalition, heaved in response to the overwhelming climate.
In reality, the temperate region was probably pleasant to most who experience it, but residing a world dominated by frozen tundra did no favors to condition the body for more forgiving planets. Even the terrain seemed so alien to the former Sith, everything possessed far too much traction for his tastes.
"All my galactic touring, only to be undone by an extended stay on a planet that's about as warm as a pirate is smart." Grumbled Churs without conviction, shaking the beading moisture from his sapphire mane. Despite the expelled toxins covering the youth and his muttering mantra, Rani was enjoying the change in his regimen. His life had lacked something, several things actually, and he now had to the chance to fill the gaps. The void he was now struggling to fill should have been rather obvious to any observer: the former Darth was now being challenged after a career of being Dark Lord almost without effort.
Drip.
With each salty spill Rani could feel his energy pouring forth from his burning body. The aspiring Jedi glistened in his own sweat under the intense unforgiving glare of Naboo's sun. The Echani's pale form, so unaccustomed to the modest brown garments provided by the Coalition, heaved in response to the overwhelming climate.
In reality, the temperate region was probably pleasant to most who experience it, but residing a world dominated by frozen tundra did no favors to condition the body for more forgiving planets. Even the terrain seemed so alien to the former Sith, everything possessed far too much traction for his tastes.
"All my galactic touring, only to be undone by an extended stay on a planet that's about as warm as a pirate is smart." Grumbled Churs without conviction, shaking the beading moisture from his sapphire mane. Despite the expelled toxins covering the youth and his muttering mantra, Rani was enjoying the change in his regimen. His life had lacked something, several things actually, and he now had to the chance to fill the gaps. The void he was now struggling to fill should have been rather obvious to any observer: the former Darth was now being challenged after a career of being Dark Lord almost without effort.
