The assorted chatter of villagers traversing the cobblestone streets filled the warm early afternoon air of Destiny's Refuge on the planet Corstris. The tranquil oasis had changed a great deal since Cameron's youth - centuries before it had ever been touched by industry in the wake of galactic colonization. Today though...Corstris had developed a great deal due in no small part to the time, labor, and finance poured into the budding economy by the same individual that had once been ripped from its surface at the hands of a Sith Lord.
Life had taken Cameron Centurion through a series of twists and turns since then. He'd found himself within Empires and Sith Orders around the galaxy. In fact, Cameron had even spent a modicum of time as a Nightbrother - an altogether curious experience. In the end of the day, the events of the Sith Lord's life had guided him to this point. A point where an element of...tranquility...seemed in sight. Cameron wasn't sure whether or not he could call it peace or happiness...both terms had been completely exercised from his psyche for so long.
Still, as the Sith's silver-green gaze stared out over the placid waters of the lake, Cameron could certainly say he felt a level of contentment. Old establishments had been wiped away and much of the ties Cameron once had held in trust were all but disintegrated. That is, of course, with the exception of one in particular. The single entity that seemed to hold sway over the composition of his very soul, forcing him to react with intense pleasure or immense anger on a whim not his own.
A sudden breeze caused ripples to form on the surface of the lake, causing the fabric of his loose-fitting, long-sleeved gray shirt to flutter lightly. With a soft exhale, Cameron released the tension of the past and turned from the serene view to merge back into the crowd of citizens.