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Darryl Jinn
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Darryl Jinn
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Re: Home
A young warrior clad in midnight blue beskar'gam. It had been a long day, the young man carried himself with confidence as he moved through his home. Small as it was, it was practical in every way. A day of rigorous training was now behind him, his weaknesses exposed so that they could be crushed into oblivion. There was work to be done, his single wide bed in the corner of the room was made in prisitine condition, soon he could enjoy the luxury of the simple sheets and relatively thin pillow.
He took his pistol belt off and set it on his nightstand, he his blaster from it's holster and placed the weapon under his pillow. He then moved to the kitchen and flicked his hot plate on, while taking a pot from the cabinent and filling it with water. He removed the only luxury in his home from the pantry, Felucian coffee beans, his one and only vice.
He moved the pot to the hot plate and then dumped a liberal portion of the purple beans in to the grinder. As the grinder did its magic and a strong and overpowering aroma filled the room. The scent in and of itself was enough to give one a mild caffeine buzz, wheras the drink itself would be enough to keep awake for another several hours while he studied failed comabt techniques of battles that had been lost centuries ago.
The water was boiling now and he dumped the contents of the grinder into the pot, he stirred quickly and covered it. The water was already turning a vibrant purple, but it wasn't hot enough. The felucian coffee plant contained toxins, and while it was indeed considered to be safe once it had been bagged and throughly cleaned, it was always standard practice to boil them for a solid three to four minutes before consuming this delicacy.
As the time passed, he retrieved a mug and turned his hot plot off. He removed the lid and carefully poured the beverage into his mug, its silky purple majesty quickly enveloped the white interior of the mug and came to rest mere milimeters from the lip of the mug. He set the pot down and took off his helmet, blowing on the steamy bevarage carefully, he brought the mug to his mouth and sipped the smallest amount of the Felucian delicacy. The purple liquid teased his taste buds with a silky smooth, but strong and rich flavor.
He smiled and took his mug to his desk and began to read.
He took his pistol belt off and set it on his nightstand, he his blaster from it's holster and placed the weapon under his pillow. He then moved to the kitchen and flicked his hot plate on, while taking a pot from the cabinent and filling it with water. He removed the only luxury in his home from the pantry, Felucian coffee beans, his one and only vice.
He moved the pot to the hot plate and then dumped a liberal portion of the purple beans in to the grinder. As the grinder did its magic and a strong and overpowering aroma filled the room. The scent in and of itself was enough to give one a mild caffeine buzz, wheras the drink itself would be enough to keep awake for another several hours while he studied failed comabt techniques of battles that had been lost centuries ago.
The water was boiling now and he dumped the contents of the grinder into the pot, he stirred quickly and covered it. The water was already turning a vibrant purple, but it wasn't hot enough. The felucian coffee plant contained toxins, and while it was indeed considered to be safe once it had been bagged and throughly cleaned, it was always standard practice to boil them for a solid three to four minutes before consuming this delicacy.
As the time passed, he retrieved a mug and turned his hot plot off. He removed the lid and carefully poured the beverage into his mug, its silky purple majesty quickly enveloped the white interior of the mug and came to rest mere milimeters from the lip of the mug. He set the pot down and took off his helmet, blowing on the steamy bevarage carefully, he brought the mug to his mouth and sipped the smallest amount of the Felucian delicacy. The purple liquid teased his taste buds with a silky smooth, but strong and rich flavor.
He smiled and took his mug to his desk and began to read.