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== [[Endora Strax|Endora Strax - How I Became an Imperial]] ==
 
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Down the dimly lit halls of the YV-666 “Starstruck Dreamer”, the click of boot heals echoed softly off the walls. The young man walked with nervousness in his step and small beads of sweat gathered on his brow. He brushed a hand through his wavy blonde hair and took a deep breath, pausing at the blast door before him. This was supposed to be a special treat to the journalism community but coming on board the ship of a Sith meant that there was a bit of uncertainty left to linger in the air. He slowly extended his hand out to press the comm but the door hissed open before his finger could press to announce his arrival.
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This Kiffar male's disheveled appearance strikes that of an exceptionally seasoned man, with a concrete hint of testosterone in both his gestures and his nuances. He has a full head of lustrous, thick black hair that often appears scruffy or unruly, though it has sometimes been found to be cut short in the past. Under common circumstances he bears a clean shaven face but he has often been seen with a bit of 5 o’clock shadow or a soul patch to complete his attractively rugged look. His eyes are a muted shade of grey that sometimes appears to turn to a crystal blue color when he is in or around a large body of water. His other facial features such as his nose and mouth appear to be average and at an appropriate proportion to the rest of his face. When he offers his own charming smile, he flashes a set of pearly white teeth. The rest of this Kiffar male's physical appearance appears to be average when compared to the rest of the Kiffar race, judging by their colorful history of hunting and building from the ground up with their bare hands.
A figure stood with her back to the door surprisingly dressed in the uniform of the Navy. Her hair was tied neatly in a bun with ornate needles holding it in place. The room was not dark and eerie as he expected but well lit so that the extravagance of the room could easily be gazed upon. He was expecting a robed figure before him, not this elegant naval officer.
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“Come, sit. I hope you fancy Hapan wine. Its all I have at the moment. “ she turned to face the journalist as he sat on a deep red couch set in the middle of what he only imagined as a lounge set up for social gatherings. He opened his mouth to speak but she put a finger up to her lips. “shh. No need to speak. I know why you are here and lets face it. Your job is to write not to soften me up with idle chatter.”
 
“We are here to find out why I became an Imperial.” She smiled and turned back to face the viewport. Her eyes searched through the countless stars of space as if they held the answer to her past. “Most of these stories start with how parents are brutally massacred by Rebel terrorist I’m sure. My story is not one of those. Neither one of my parents were killed, at least that I am aware of. I was born in Coronet, my mother was a beautiful housewife and my father was a brilliant engineer in the service to his majesty the Emperor.” She paused a moment and took a small sip of wine from her glass.
 
“I think I may have been six when we moved to Tatooine. The details behind my father’s sudden departure are shrouded in mystery but time has taught me that if someone leaves the Empire, it is because they fear for their life. He more than likely did something to betray their trust. I remember my mother screamed at him a lot after that.
 
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Endora Strax - How I Became an Imperial

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This Kiffar male's disheveled appearance strikes that of an exceptionally seasoned man, with a concrete hint of testosterone in both his gestures and his nuances. He has a full head of lustrous, thick black hair that often appears scruffy or unruly, though it has sometimes been found to be cut short in the past. Under common circumstances he bears a clean shaven face but he has often been seen with a bit of 5 o’clock shadow or a soul patch to complete his attractively rugged look. His eyes are a muted shade of grey that sometimes appears to turn to a crystal blue color when he is in or around a large body of water. His other facial features such as his nose and mouth appear to be average and at an appropriate proportion to the rest of his face. When he offers his own charming smile, he flashes a set of pearly white teeth. The rest of this Kiffar male's physical appearance appears to be average when compared to the rest of the Kiffar race, judging by their colorful history of hunting and building from the ground up with their bare hands. (more...)