Post by hooper on Aug 29, 2008 15:34:28 GMT -5
The village was the most interesting in the planet, for that matter the planet was the most interesting in the stars. the entire planet was made of 18th century dutch cottages and irish pub looks, the village people were simple in their nature. The stream that came from an ocean over 700 miles away ran right through the center of this small quaint little town, the town's decaying walls sugest some form of battle, an epic battle had taken place quite some time ago, but the stream; oh, that stream, lead right to the center of town under what appeared to be a futuristic flagship that had crashed right in the center of it, many, many, many years ago. It's power matrix was just enough to power only the lights in the main enterance, which had just ironically enough escaped distruction; this used flagship became the town's cantina / Pub. All forms of life from all over the galaxies both past and present and future gathered here, the flagship had torn two small portholes on its descent to this town, one to the past, one to the future. For years the two moons that circled the planet made most, if not all electronic and futuristic weaponary useless, but not unuseable when people figured out the complexity of the planet. The streets were lined with cobble stone and the walkways were lit with nothing more then dimly lit tourch light. directly across from the cantina's main enterance was a small inn.
It had been many years, almost 3,000 since he'd been here. He hadn't aged one bit, He wore a tattered and torn hooded cloak, that rippled in the night's breeze, not much was known about him, except a crystal that was embeded deep into his skull, his eyes would glow crimson red when agitated, otherwise they were royal blue, he had a glowing katana sheathed over his back, under a backpack that had two blasters dangling from each side of the backpack. at his left hip was a wierd gun with a grapple.
He stood across the street from what was now the cantina on the porch of the small inn, quietly observing the surroundings of what used to be his ship. This was his home now.
It had been many years, almost 3,000 since he'd been here. He hadn't aged one bit, He wore a tattered and torn hooded cloak, that rippled in the night's breeze, not much was known about him, except a crystal that was embeded deep into his skull, his eyes would glow crimson red when agitated, otherwise they were royal blue, he had a glowing katana sheathed over his back, under a backpack that had two blasters dangling from each side of the backpack. at his left hip was a wierd gun with a grapple.
He stood across the street from what was now the cantina on the porch of the small inn, quietly observing the surroundings of what used to be his ship. This was his home now.
