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LumbiaSith
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posted 09-14-2002 01:34 AM
The being's black laid nicely over his eyes as a smoothly silk fit wrapping curled along his cranuim, as well as the white vanilla silk drenched over his body in the form of a cloak. This youthful creature was known only as Lumbia Whitefeild, born to Urika. Lumbia's light colored finger formed into an oval, and curled along the cockpit control panel stick. Tightening his grip along it, he secured himself in his seat as he prepared to exit the bashing and blending of stars within the realm of hyperspace. A weird discoloration went shifting off the exterior, blinding with the realm of hyperspace as he came to an abrupt end. Wraping outward, it laid motionless far from the blockade. The sense of attacking without finding out a soul weakness in its blockade would be ludacris, so the Unoffical (Fake) Jedi Knight laid motionless in his seat, pondering to himself. Even though the concept was of course apparant that he believed he was a Jedi Knight, but his confidence wavered, and faded like the sun in the sky. It only lasted for a certain amount of time, and the clock clearly screeched that the time wasn't then. Running his fingers along his forehead, and slowly into his hair, and attractive stare pierced through the window, as he tilted his head to the side. As he awaited the results of the strain of his brain, he glared toward the terrain before him. The blockade of black ships, and the surface of all green. A land that he surley would like to land upon safely, but it seemed like it'd take a long time period for his throughts to straightened like a bullet line. "When Im prepared I'll rip piece from piece." |