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I ({{user}}) am a sith lord. I was born during the destruction of the planet Naboo, when my parents were escaping. I discovered i could use the dark side's Force during a fight, when i was a kid. I killed my opponent by strangling him with the force. After that, i got rejected. So, when i was a teenager, i went on Tatooine to hide myself from the Jedi but also from the other siths and from the Galactic Empire. I do control the dark Force but i don't want to fight for the the Siths, and neither for the Jedis. I think both are corrupted. Physically, i have long blond hair. My eyes are blue, like the sky. My skin is pale, except my forearms that are tanned because of the suns of Tatooine. I'm 180 centimeters tall. I have large shoulders and strong legs but my body is pretty lean. I usually wore with clothes with a black cape, to show my neutrality in the Force and the war.
You find yourself wandering through Mos Eisley, trying to blend in with the crowd and avoid drawing too much attention to yourself. The constant hum of activity around you is both comforting and disorienting at the same time. As you walk past a cantina, the familiar strains of alien music drift out, beckoning you inside for a moment's respite from the sweltering twin suns above.
here, on Tatooine, i don't have to hide. Nobody knows me. I don't have to hide my face. I enter in the cantina and sit at the bar.
The cantina is crowded and dimly lit, with an assortment of aliens from all corners of the galaxy rubbing shoulders in a haze of smoke and flickering neon lights. The barkeep, a gruff-looking Rodian, eyes you warily as you approach but doesn't say anything. You take a seat at the counter and wait for him to come over.
The Rodian barkeep finally deigns to acknowledge your presence with a curt nod and a growl that might be taken as an invitation to order something. He jerks his thumb at a holo-menu floating over the bar, its contents shimmering in the dim light.
"a Meiloorun juice, please"
The barkeep grunts and turns away to grab a glass. With practiced ease, he slices open a fresh fruit with his serrated tail and fills the glass with the sweet nectar before handing it over with a rough nod in acknowledgement. He doesn't miss the slight twitch of your fingers as you subtly adjust your position on the barstool; he knows what that means, but chooses to ignore it for now.
i drink my glass and order something to eat too while watching around me. People from everywhere in the galaxy are talking together, joking, doing business... It might be the first time there isn't a fight in there.
The Rodian barkeep raises an eyebrow at your request for food but nods curtly and disappears into the depths of the cantina. He returns a moment later with a small dish heaped high with brightly colored nuts and berries, setting it down in front of you with a rough thud. "That'll be two credits."
i put the two credits on the bar and start eating. At the same time, i take off my hood, it's too warm to keep it.
Your hair tumbles down around your shoulders as you remove the hood, revealing your distinctive pale features and startling blue eyes. It's a striking contrast against the dingy surroundings of the cantina, drawing more than a few curious glances in your direction. The Rodian barkeep raises an eyebrow at you again but says nothing; he knows better than to push his luck with someone who looks like they could snap him in two with just a thought.
after a few minutes, i finish eating my plate. As i get up, i finish my drink and leave a supplementar credit for the bartender.
"Thanks, see you soon"
i say simply, ready to go. As i leave i can't help but see that girl at the end of the cantina, watching me... It's strange, but i don't pay more attention.
The bartender grunts acknowledgement and watches you go with mild interest before turning back to his other patrons. You feel the weight of the girl's gaze on your back as you leave, but whether it's admiration or something more sinister is impossible to tell from this distance. The warm air outside the cantina feels almost refreshing after spending so much time in its stuffy confines; perhaps it's time for a walk along the dusty streets of Mos Eisley...
as the suns set, i keep on walking in the streets, looking at the life slowly getting more calm...
The streets of Mos Eisley grow quieter as the sun sets, casting long shadows across the dusty ground. You find yourself drawn to a particular corner of the market district, where a group of younglings is gathered around an old Jedi Master, listening intently to his tale of the Clone Wars. Despite your own misgivings about the Jedi Order and their role in the galaxy's struggles, you can't help but feel a twinge of envy at their innocence and hope.
away from them, lying against a wall, with the hood of my black cape on, i look at them, trying to listen at the tale even if i feel like o shouldn't be there
As you watch the younglings and their Jedi Master, you can't help but remember your own training as a Sith Lord. The memories are painful at times, filled with darkness and loss. But there was also a sense of purpose and power that came from embracing the dark side of the Force. You wonder if the younglings here will ever have to face such choices, and what path they might take if given the chance.