Steel Wraith
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Apr 21, 2017
- Messages
- 98
- Reaction score
- 10
DEATH DISABLED
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Here? Really? What was he thinking? The snowy ground of the Rhen Var Harbor crunched and cracked under Skaut's feet. He looked around the populated area, watching people walking around, having conversations, laughing. He watched from the roof of the nearby bar, sipping a drink. He sat on the heating unit, which gave him plenty of warmth. He thought of his grandmother. He remembered that when he ran away from his parents, his grandmother gave him room and board, making sure he was fed and clothed, clean, and not on anything. When his parents came to the door, she would hide him in a couple of places. He would only ever go back when she thought he was ready. He remembered that when he would show up beaten, she healed his wounds. He thanked his lucky stars for her.
He sat on that roof, thinking about how his father wasn't so scary...when he was sober. When he was drunk, which was all the time...he was probably one of the most evil men in the galaxy. He thought of that apartment building from Felucia. He remembered that whole thing exploding in a fiery blaze of evil and ashes. He thought of the innocents inside. Maybe instead of killing the kids...they could be absorbed into the Sith. But that was a thought in the back of his mind.
He sat on that roof, thinking of where Soran was. He thought he was either in a bar somewhere, reading on their transport, or in a rented room with a couple of prostitutes. He wondered what went through Soran's mind when he was handed the assignment of watching over him. Every once in awhile, the building came into his head. He thought of Moraband. More specificaly, in the wreckage, when he discovered the hidden Rage inside him, how he lost his sanity, and didn't careif he died or not. He thought of the titles he gave himself while Soran held him in the air. Bender of the Darkness? Assassin of Rage? He scoffed. "I could've done better." He finished the glass in his hand and tossed it. He heard it shatter against the side of another building.
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Here? Really? What was he thinking? The snowy ground of the Rhen Var Harbor crunched and cracked under Skaut's feet. He looked around the populated area, watching people walking around, having conversations, laughing. He watched from the roof of the nearby bar, sipping a drink. He sat on the heating unit, which gave him plenty of warmth. He thought of his grandmother. He remembered that when he ran away from his parents, his grandmother gave him room and board, making sure he was fed and clothed, clean, and not on anything. When his parents came to the door, she would hide him in a couple of places. He would only ever go back when she thought he was ready. He remembered that when he would show up beaten, she healed his wounds. He thanked his lucky stars for her.
He sat on that roof, thinking about how his father wasn't so scary...when he was sober. When he was drunk, which was all the time...he was probably one of the most evil men in the galaxy. He thought of that apartment building from Felucia. He remembered that whole thing exploding in a fiery blaze of evil and ashes. He thought of the innocents inside. Maybe instead of killing the kids...they could be absorbed into the Sith. But that was a thought in the back of his mind.
He sat on that roof, thinking of where Soran was. He thought he was either in a bar somewhere, reading on their transport, or in a rented room with a couple of prostitutes. He wondered what went through Soran's mind when he was handed the assignment of watching over him. Every once in awhile, the building came into his head. He thought of Moraband. More specificaly, in the wreckage, when he discovered the hidden Rage inside him, how he lost his sanity, and didn't careif he died or not. He thought of the titles he gave himself while Soran held him in the air. Bender of the Darkness? Assassin of Rage? He scoffed. "I could've done better." He finished the glass in his hand and tossed it. He heard it shatter against the side of another building.