Seth Tiber, once a feared royal guard for the galactic emperor, now found himself on the jungle world of Felucia. It wasn't exactly a jungle, more of a swamp mixed in as well. To Seth, it was home... for now. The warrior had taken residence at this world for one purpose: to lay low. Ever since his brethren were betrayed, Seth had been on the run, never staying on one world too long. He feared being recognized, even thought the possibility was vastly remote at this point. He kept his armor in his house, which was on the outskirts of one of the Jedi-Sith towns. He knew some of the locals, needing supplies and whatnot. Seth had taken up hunting to pay for what else he needed. With his duel sword, the guard was well armed. The only threat would be if he were to come blade to blade with a Jedi or Sith. He carried the sword regularly, along with his pistol, which he concealed under his red cloak. Sure, the red was a bit of a give away, but it was only a color. Underneath, Seth was just a normal hunter for the Jedi and Sith on the world. At the moment, the ex-guard was in his shop, carving up some meat for the locals. He didn't mind the work, as it was a change of pace from his old lifestyle. Customers came in and out, usually just wanting their meat and maybe some small chat while he prepared it. However, what Seth took in from the work was what the two sides always seemed to do around him. With him being neutral to the two factions, he was safe to overhear each side's conversations. Each jedi and Seth seemed to be somehow aggravated about the other in some little way. It was usually minuet, but the tribalism was noted. Although, to be fair, this much talk and this little violence was still a shock for Seth, as he had been through the war. How the two factions made it to this point in history was beyond him.