HK Fifty
Jedi Historian
Jeso simply entered the doors , trying to maintains he regal up bearing he was taught by his father. This was his last chance at not being disowned. He saw Cassius yell at his servant. God , he didn't want to be that. He wondered , how could he ever be a great warrior? How? The only thing he could instantly do was kill a achid , and most died. Now room... What room.... Time to see.. So he took out a brochure. "Dorm 666? Is someone here racist against me? Oh wait 999.... Damned human letters" he said out loud to himself. He instantly starting hovering in the higher halls and just walking in the lower ones. He was so hungry , his father told him that no food makes a better warrior. So he went into the vendor machine first "damnit , I don't have any... Oh wait." Instead he punched the damn thing and got what he wanted. "Is there any evening dinners? Anyone?" Then cut his arm open with the broken glass. Dammit. "Ok , can someone tell me who I can be a good servant to?" He sort of stopped his regal stance and went into a hunched over type stance , holding his arm. A good warrior never gets help , does he? Damnit , just get help. No , don't. Your father may even kill you...
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