[Raging Deadstar]

RD sits alone in the at the polished bar with the small statue of Taz at the end. Only visible by the atmospherically placed spotlight. RD finishes another drink, a non-alcoholic one of course, even the largest cantina war in history could not break RD from his teetotal conviction, a silent toast to the statue of Taz before he gets back to his research. In the background, as promised, plays the gladiator motion picture soundtrack, It was a choice between that and something by Paradise Lost…

“Hmmm… Interesting…”

Before him sits many books, hundreds of sheets of paper and enough weird *** artefacts to make a museum curator cream in excitement.

“Why does it have to be so dam difficult? Which God of War or Death do I decide to call in favours from? Ares/Mars? Sekhmet? Odin? Mot? Hades? Sheesh why couldn’t there be a copy of the “Godly Pages” nearby?”

RD realises he should keep his voice down, what with the Angel of Death nearby… Afterall, with his healthy interest in Mythology and such he learned long ago what Azrael’s fate was prophesised to be.

Mumblings could be heard. “The last to die” “the second trump” “archangel”

He continues mumbling, reading and studying. If one god could be found willing to protect this place it would be worth it. The Patron God of the Cantina, and ain’t nobody who f**ks with the divine!

"I may not know my technology... But Ancient History and Theology is another matter"