Sort of. He'd written a little about his own life. A lot about the lives of Sith who came before him. About how the Empire had been back then, about artifacts, and rituals so old now that he was the only living being who still knew them. Between all that, his own life, his own lived experience as a Sith nearly four-thousand years ago seemed so inconsequential. He'd been an influential Sith once upon a time...
But as always, he hardly considered himself so extraordinary that he deserved to be a focus. There was so much more to write about, after all. Knowledge he had from a time long before he'd been born.
And had Eli brought up his thoughts about Altair's lack of kindness in dealing with the dancer, Altair would have said that a threat was better than being shocked with lightning or choked.
As he said nothing however, Altair could only sense the slight shifts in his mood. So he followed along, keeping his guard up- ready to jump to Eli's defense if he needed to.
He sensed the feelings of the beings around them, too, and wondered just how rare people with blue skin were these days. The Chiss were one thing, but had the Pantorans withdrawn from the galactic stage too? Or were they simply not the types to visit Tatooine? And even then, he'd seen blue Twi'leks before- though he stood out from them on account of lacking lekku. And he stood out from Nautolans as there was no room beneath his veil to hide the long head-tresses. He briefly considered, for the future, to wear something that completely covered him up. But it was a thought better thought on at another time.
The slightly cooler air of the cantina made his shoulders lower just slightly, the relief from the extreme heat outside visible only of one looked, "I'll leave any talking to you. I find that people are generally more receptive to humans."
Rather than a strange alien of some indeterminate species.
no subject
Sort of. He'd written a little about his own life. A lot about the lives of Sith who came before him. About how the Empire had been back then, about artifacts, and rituals so old now that he was the only living being who still knew them. Between all that, his own life, his own lived experience as a Sith nearly four-thousand years ago seemed so inconsequential. He'd been an influential Sith once upon a time...
But as always, he hardly considered himself so extraordinary that he deserved to be a focus. There was so much more to write about, after all. Knowledge he had from a time long before he'd been born.
And had Eli brought up his thoughts about Altair's lack of kindness in dealing with the dancer, Altair would have said that a threat was better than being shocked with lightning or choked.
As he said nothing however, Altair could only sense the slight shifts in his mood. So he followed along, keeping his guard up- ready to jump to Eli's defense if he needed to.
He sensed the feelings of the beings around them, too, and wondered just how rare people with blue skin were these days. The Chiss were one thing, but had the Pantorans withdrawn from the galactic stage too? Or were they simply not the types to visit Tatooine? And even then, he'd seen blue Twi'leks before- though he stood out from them on account of lacking lekku. And he stood out from Nautolans as there was no room beneath his veil to hide the long head-tresses. He briefly considered, for the future, to wear something that completely covered him up. But it was a thought better thought on at another time.
The slightly cooler air of the cantina made his shoulders lower just slightly, the relief from the extreme heat outside visible only of one looked, "I'll leave any talking to you. I find that people are generally more receptive to humans."
Rather than a strange alien of some indeterminate species.