I sat at the bar of the Cantina looking at a man who was about mid to late 40s. He was about 6ft and had shoulder length black hair. There were streaks of silver mixed in. His eyes were hazel and he wore black pants and a black shirt. Over his shirt was a black old leather jacket and a blaster holstered underneath. His goatee and short beard were well groomed. He had crows feet around his eyes and seemed genuinely decent. Despite that he was drunk.
I got up and sat next to him. He smelled the air and then looked at me with wide eyes. "I'll be damned...you look and smell like your mother... but you have your father's cold golden eyes.... yet you're somehow more intimidating than both of them."
"It's good to finally meet you, Captain Abel."
He laughed. "Kid, I haven't been a captain for a very long time. Your father's been raising hell as Emperor and my job became scarce."
"That man, that has been playing Emperor for the last 23 years is NOT my father."
He became serious, "What are you doing here kid? Shouldn't you be meditating or Force training or something with you're mother?"
"Abel, I'm sorry to be the one to tell...