Azrael prepared their drinks, making sure to make Thrass's tea the way he knew he liked it, as well as a cup for himself too. He also fetched some snacks for them all, joining the others at the booth once he was done, setting their respective drinks down in front of them before taking a seat himself. Unlike normally though, he still had his lightsaber with him, securely attached to his belt- obviously not letting his guard down just yet.
"Oh, I've been seen a quite a few times. Recognized on the other hand..." He said, with something akin to a smile, though not quite. Being the last of his kind most certainly still stung, which could likely be heard in his tone of voice, if not seen in his expression. Time moved ever forwards though.
When he'd first ended up in the future, he'd searched for some remnant of his people- refusing to believe he was alone. He'd been to Dromund Kaas. To Ziost. He'd even stood upon the sands of Korriban again, but had found only ruins of the once great civilization he'd once been a part of. Spending the rest of his life lurking among skeletal remains and dusty tombs and cursed trinkets hadn't been something he was interested in though. And as he'd been treated like some freak of nature closer to the Core, he'd left for somewhere he could blend in more easily.
His search for some sort of community was why he'd opened his cantina. He'd created a place with a friendly atmosphere. He'd gotten to know his employees, made friends. Made a life for himself. And he'd met Thrass, which he was thankful for.
"I am the last though. Once I kick the bucket, my kind will be well and truly extinct. I am surprised that you know of us, honestly. I didn't think anyone did any more."
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"Oh, I've been seen a quite a few times. Recognized on the other hand..." He said, with something akin to a smile, though not quite. Being the last of his kind most certainly still stung, which could likely be heard in his tone of voice, if not seen in his expression. Time moved ever forwards though.
When he'd first ended up in the future, he'd searched for some remnant of his people- refusing to believe he was alone. He'd been to Dromund Kaas. To Ziost. He'd even stood upon the sands of Korriban again, but had found only ruins of the once great civilization he'd once been a part of. Spending the rest of his life lurking among skeletal remains and dusty tombs and cursed trinkets hadn't been something he was interested in though. And as he'd been treated like some freak of nature closer to the Core, he'd left for somewhere he could blend in more easily.
His search for some sort of community was why he'd opened his cantina. He'd created a place with a friendly atmosphere. He'd gotten to know his employees, made friends. Made a life for himself. And he'd met Thrass, which he was thankful for.
"I am the last though. Once I kick the bucket, my kind will be well and truly extinct. I am surprised that you know of us, honestly. I didn't think anyone did any more."