What does it take for someone to lead a nation, much less an empire. An empire that spance from one end of the galaxy to the other. While also hopping to find a way back to home, back to friends, back to family, and most importantly back to her. wel...
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In the main hall of the somewhat, half finished casino, we can see a multitude of alien species hanging around and throwing their money way on the variety of betting games and slot machines littered throughout the semi vibrant looking room.
A short long neck creature was playing holo poker with the other patrons on a wide metal table, clearly winning the game with the amount of annoyed and hostile looks coming her way. Another creature was sitting in front of a slot machine, this one being a bulky type of alien with ash grey leathery skin and a long spiky tale.
He grew irritated at he's twelveth loss in a row and started to shake the machine with fury. Not long after, he ripped the machine out of its socket and proceeded to smash it to the ground, stomping it with it's giant foot. Minutes later, the security of the casino started to apprehend the being to try and calm him down.
While that was going on, a familiar mop of blonde hair, tied to a ponytail, was watching the seen with a dull, unamused eyes. He was wearing a dark blue tuxedo under a red long-sleeved shirt and dark blue slacks and formal shoes.
He looked away at the seen and takes a sip from his wine glass. He tasted the liquor, noting the texture and flavor isn't that impressive as that of his personal collection he acquired along the years.
Slowly moving away from his position, he moved to a glass window that is overlooking the planet below. It is a lush green forest world with small oceans popping out here and there and the fluffy white clouds that goes along wherever the wind blows. He turned his gaze to the left and focus on the trade station near the planets upper atmosphere and the ships that comes and go, docking and unloading there cargo before flying away and jumped to there next trade port.
He returns his attention back to the planet and stare at the splatter of lights that shimmers on the nightside of the green world indicating that there are cities on the surface of the planet. Now he begins to wonder again if this is what it looks like from above his planet, his homeworld.
He reminiscent the time he's away, thinking at how much has changed from that fateful day, wondering what is happening there now, if they were doing well... especially her, after that day.
"Excuse me sir?" His thoughts were interrupted when Someone called him from behind him. Turning around he was met by one of the female alien staff of the casino, a slim and elegant looking one at that.
"Mister daler will like to speak with you now. He is at his office in room forty-nine, right above this floor." She bows at him, a common courtesy for the staff to show to guests.
