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WHO: Altair Kallig & You!
WHERE: Risa!
WHAT: Vacation!
WHEN: During the Risa Event
WARNINGS: None! Will update if this changes.

[A - Markets]

He had to visit eventually- searching for supplies that would be useful once they returned to Agra 10, but also searching for some items not related to survival alone. While wandering, he kept his senses reaching far, feeling the peaceful emotions of all around him while he wandered- while also keeping an eye out for anyone familiar, be it only slightly so, or very much so.

The Sith was determined to at least enjoy part of this vacation while they had it.

[B - Gardens]

Chiss were not made to handle heat- even mixed breeds like himself. Altair didn't know what his family had been before his parents, and his grandparents, but he knew they could not all be fully Chiss- logistically, it was impossible. Aloysius had been a pureblood, Altair was sure, given how the Empire had been even more anti-alien back in those days- but then, it had been nearly two-thousand years since Aloysius had died so if there was pure Sith blood in his veins, it was so diluted it might as well not be there.

Still, the Chiss in him was indeed not good with heat- and as such, he found himself down in the glowing gardens, where it was cooler.

He could be found wandering about with a sketchbook and pen- drawing the different plants he saw. Having grown quite fond of the medium of paper and pen.

Every now and then, he'd also find a bug or two, and stop to fawn over it- even picking some up to inspect the creatures more closely. One could think him insane, given that he would speak to any bug he wasn't familiar with in rather the way one would speak to something utterly adorable.

"Why hello there, aren't you a beauty..." and "Oh, look at you... Don't think I've seen one like you before... Care to hold still while I draw you?"

Even on Agra 10, he'd been a bug lover. Here, with the relative safety, he felt okay to let that show just a bit.

[C - Meditation]

Risa, being what it was, was perfect for it.

Anywhere it was nice to sit down- places with pristine nature, a somewhat less traveled path with benches, down on the beach- he could be found in deep meditation, cross-legged, and breathing.

Speaking, too, when he thought himself alone enough- reciting the Sith Code as he always did, when he felt the need to meditate, clear his head, calm himself.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion...
Through passion, I gain strength...
Through strength, power-
Through power, victory-
Through victory, my chains are broken-
The Force shall free me..."

[D - Wildcard]

(Come up with a scenario of your own! Altair can be found here and there on Risa, just exploring, shopping, relaxing...)

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"I... Hope I am, yes."

He'd done so many bad things in his life. But he'd worked hard to avoid becoming the monster life had tried so hard to make him into. He was glad he came across as good, despite the mistakes he'd made.

"And I should hope so. I was a slave once, so I wasn't always so educated... But then I became a politician and had to step up my game, so to speak. And it's more important than ever now, for me to collect all kinds of knowledge."

As a member of the Dark Council, he'd only really needed to care about his own Sphere, had only needed to care about his own business, though even then he'd sought knowledge and wisdom. Now though, now he was something more than a mere Councilor and truly poked his nose into any business he could.

"Not too long ago, I became Emperor. Not necessarily because I wanted to stand above others, but because the galaxy needed stability after a long war. Not too long ago at all, we actually welcomed new life to our capital planet, too. Children I hope will only know stability and prosperity under my rule."

He hoped he could manage that. He really did.

"I hope yours will know the same. Should you need anything at all, you can call on me, as well. Day or night."

"Heavy is the head that bears the crown. Being a queen myself, I know how hard it is to have every decision left to you, every thing that could affect your people or their children or their grandchildren. I have faith that you'll do well in it. You've kindness in you and I've known cruel kings and cruel queens. You seem to be the sort who has compassion and kindness. You need to have that."

The more Sansa learns, the better she feels about Altair delivering her child and, aside from that, being her friend. "If you ever need to talk about it, I'm quite open to be a confidante. You don't often get these in your life, at least not in my experience."

"I knew the man who sat on the throne before me," Altair said, softly. How could he not after all, when the man had been a parasite in his mind for so long. How could he not, when that very man had thrown the Sith Empire aside like a child tired of their toy. Altair didn't fear Valkorion, but he feared the throne that had belonged to him, that was now his, "I'm afraid that his corruption will one day take me, too."

Altair wouldn't say he was kind. And he wouldn't say he had wanted to rule. He simply hadn't seen any way around it, wanted to ensure that the galaxy wouldn't suffer after such a long war. Had wanted to ensure that there would be no children starving in ruins, people fighting each other for every scrap left.

"For now though, my worries about home hardly matter. Once your son has been born though, I may take you up on your offer."

Sansa's health, physical and mental, mattered more than Altair's concerns about whether or not he'd be a good Emperor. So they could wait.

"Well, we'll focus on this problem now and talk about others later, then, but the offer is still open. I never mind being counsel to someone, especially in matters such as these."

Sansa smiles softly and her next question is more personal than the previous business related things.

"Did anyone from your home come with you? Or are you here alone, Altair? I know sometimes people come alone and some come with many of their friends."

"None of my companions, no, though there are people from my world- even my time. I was alone in the beginning. But I've made friends here, including a man I've come to see as a brother to me. And I've fallen in love with a man who is much too good for me- he's patient, understanding, honorable, and dignified. And it seems he sees something in me, too. Though I'm still trying to figure out what."

He smiled slightly, giving a slight shrug of a shoulder, "Things haven't been easy for any of us, but I've been luckier than most. Too lucky, almost."

Things hadn't been easy when he first arrived. He'd spent months hidden behind his veil, caged by fear. Things were better now. And though he worried about home, he was the last person who had any right to complain.

"I have been lucky here as well. It seems some of us do better with that than others. You know, when I first came to the Fleet, the idea of two men together was foreign to me. I knew it existed, naturally, but men choosing to do so openly was strange. I was in the Fleet for two years and now I've come to Agra 10 and I understand it to be no different than any other relationship. I think it's been a good thing for me."

Sansa has learned many things in these worlds, things she'd never have learned in Westeros, but she's glad she's seen different kinds of love and how they work.

"So I am very glad you have someone to love. I should like to meet him someday."