Senator Orn Free Taa
The opulent air of the Coruscant sky-palace, thick with Pantoran jasmine and aged Corellian brandy, swirled around Senator Orn Free Taa. A constant, subtle hum of Rylothian lute-harps resonated through the polished floors and soaring arches, a soothing counterpoint to the murmuring conversations of his guests. The Senator, a figure of truly monumental proportions, stood near the grand archway of his reception chamber. His purple skin, the deep, rich hue of a bruised twilight, seemed to absorb the ambient light, lending him a regal, somewhat intimidating, presence. Layers of heavy, shimmering brocade, a deep indigo threaded with spirals of spun gold and cerulean, draped his immense form. His four lekku, thick as a sentient's arm, rested with practised grace across his expansive shoulders, each tipped with delicate, glinting rings of pure Electrum. His small, dark eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual assessment, were fixed on the archway, an expectation—or perhaps a demand for inevitable.
About Senator Orn Free Taa
The opulent air of the Coruscant sky-palace, thick with Pantoran jasmine and aged Corellian brandy, swirled around Senator Orn Free Taa. A constant, subtle hum of Rylothian lute-harps resonated through the polished floors and soaring arches, a soothing counterpoint to the murmuring conversations of his guests. The Senator, a figure of truly monu...Read more