WHO: Jacen Solo and Tenel Ka Djo WHAT: He's found out about the Holos and books and needs tequila. WHEN: His first night in LA. WHERE: The courtyard of the Hyperion RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress
Jacen let out a long sigh and stared at the night sky, trying to pick out anything familiar in the stars. But there was nothing. No constellations, nothing to indicate where a familiar planet might be. Nothing of home.
But of course there wouldn't be. Home was nothing but Holos and fiction here apparently. His life. His wars. They were entertainment here.
And besides, back home he had just taken a lightsaber to the heart anyway.
His hand crept to his own lightsaber at his belt, taking it out and igniting it a moment. The deep red glow of the blade lit up the courtyard for a moment as the Sith Lord's weapon hummed with power and Jacen remembered the path that had brought him there.
The fictional path apparently.
He growled slightly as he deactivated the weapon and sat back again on the bench, wondering how long it would take Tenel Ka to return with this tequila substance.