Wierdly, he'd had the broken horn for almost all of his adult life. Nobody had ever really bothered to ask how it got that way. It did, however, offer him a certain battle hardened look, didn't it?

"Hmmm. Is that how it's been described. The opportunity for the empire to arrive was never afforded, but our species did interact with what remained of theirs after the mutual destruction of our worlds." Was that an accurate way of putting it? Possibly. He hadn't survived long enough to get more of the story of what actually happened. "Zabrak you say. Not a species with which I am familiar, but I grow accustomed to races and universes that are similar. It is part of this existence, as it was in the last."

He pounded as they conversed. His tone was both serious and a touch blase. he was very much accustomed to certain things, namely that he didn't know everything about what or who he was talking to after years of meeting so many strange races. "Tell me of your race? I presume you are martially inclined as are our people."