Repetition
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Taken watched the street before him as he relaxed on a bench to the side, his rifle resting over the back of the bench and safety activated on the pistol, the people moving through it colorful and exotic, though not a smell one wanted to fill their nose with. Any one of them could be his target, or if they weren't now they could be later. Taken didn't think he would hesitate to end someone's life, but he couldn't imagine the lengths Alk would push them to if they failed this mission, an image unbidden floated up into his conscious thought, Raja beautiful, cheerful Raja, she had been there the longest with him, and was the first to help stitch him back up after one of Alk's grueling exercises. His eye moved into the sight of his rifle, not the issue that was situated over the back of his chair but the high caliber rifle he had trained with in the sims since he arrived, smooth and cleaned, a tool for ending lives in a single shot. His breath slowed and stopped, and his finger lightly squeezed the trigger, the light resistance followed by a release that meant the deed was done, and his sister, the one with the biggest heart, dead, the light having left her eyes in nanoseconds that seemed to stretch into eternity. 'FUCK NO, I WILL NOT, I cannot. Peace is a, wait, shit, that can't be right. Alk has been pushing that code for years and pushing us to hate him and each other. Is there another way? The Jedi were weak, and couldn't protect themselves from a couple of sith who believed this, but I will NOT stoop to that level. There has to be another way. A way that lets me protect my sisters, my dear sisters."
He saw the speeder driving slowly up the street thinking nothing of it, though noticing the graffiti on the side and smiling a little in amusement. He didn't expect to see Raja step out or a lovely, green delight after her. Seems this Tris was as easy on the eyes as she was on the ears, though she was Raja's so that meant he would have to play the teasing brother, and let the two have their fun. 'Hmm, that is an odd thought, if Raja was with this girl, why did I get the urge to suck some Twi'lek dick earlier?' He stood up, shrugging his shoulders to situate his rifle on his back again, then approached the speeder, moving with purpose his goggles down and hood up, easily blending in with the assorted peoples of the crowd easily his cloak wrapped tightly around him showing not a hint of his heritage, something he hid when he was in public, and especially now with the impression Hel had made. His delicious Mistress, in more ways than one, who reminded him of the dangers of being exotic.
He lowered his hood revealing the light pink braid that had been one of his sisters' idea, and he had decided to live with and never cut fully off. Keeping his goggles on however he smiled at Raja and Tris, but Sal had intercepted the duo first, so he waited a moment so she might notice him before announcing himself. "I was talking with a shop keep, and they told me about Ruben's involvement in the races. Sorry, greetings are in order, I am Taken, and you would be Tris I take it? I must say my sister has exquisite taste in form. Also, " he chuckles, the sound joyous and his eyes would be clearly bright if they weren't hidden, " the two of you looked awfully comfortable in a speeder designed for one." His smile playful as he continued, "You two have fun with security, I don't want any part in that mess, also don't take elevator 13, it is closed for maintenance at the moment. I'll be inspecting and familiarizing myself with the speeder while you are gone, oh and are you are sure everything is set up for the races tomorrow?"
He started to inspect the vehicle here, after all it was lovely even with the exotic paint-job someone had been done it up with.
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