ColdFlameZero

Star Wars: Scoundrel's Lot __ch02__ miss mask        Broken, lifeless, empty vessels everywhere you looked. Shells without souls, battle-worn and useless. The old Ferelheim Trade District was rightly nicknamed the Scrapyard, but it was not only derelict spacecraft that populated this dark, forsaken slice of Nar Shaddaa.        Rundown spaceports like this were infrequent and unsightly pockmarks on the surface of Nal Hutta's largest moon, relics of a past which may have never existed; back before the trade lanes shifted and left the Vertical City to rot. When the commerce left, so did the Republic, leaving the moon a ripe apple to be eat

        He blended so perfectly with all the rest of the filthy, unwashen, bantha-smelling knock-outs and toughs that he was hardly even there; a much grease-stained leather jacket bearing the familiar triple-triangle and starburst insignia of Kuat Drive Yards on the back, with dingy denim trousers and boots dyed the color of Tattooine soil. An unkempt pate of greasy, stringy hair coronated him king of the spacers. A morning-after bed of stubble and hint of mustache framed an otherwise sharp and angular jawline. Bags under bloodshot, darkly-shadowed eyes; naturally dark, not smeared with carbon-based pigments as was the habit of the tweakers

Some would say The ultimate good Is a balance. Light and dark Two forces collide On astral planes Within our minds. And to resolve The bitter fight Is to know Both dark and light. To find such peace Is true happiness, Or so they say. There are others, To them it seems To truly be good, All one needs Is to follow their dreams. Yet I know the truth. For to try to be Both dark and light Is to know Only confusion. And to follow Dreams of darkness Is to wreak chaos Which is good for no one.

I am cool, But not by your definitions. I am cool Like water. I flow Beneath your feet, Blue as the sky. Can you see in me Heaven's reflection? I see, I feel The sorrow of others. I see their tears Fall like rain. Their pain Melts me, Yet I see The source of their sorrow. Selfish souls With black hearts Oppress them, Abuse them. My skies turn gray, And the rain falls. The thunder crashes, Yet the darkness continues, And I can do nothing But darken. Long ago, in Hyrule, In an icy cavern, Was a curse Cast by an evil heart To plague, To imprision, To kill. An ethereal red ice That burned, And nothing could mel