Rolan ran like he'd never run before. However injured he may have been, he shrugged it off in those moments. Leaping over a barricade, he took notice of a newly landed starfighter and without hesitation started towards it. What must have been the pilot stood outside, as if trying to comprehend...
He had barely finished his question when he was inexplicably flung towards the crowd, away from the grasp of his captors. Having fallen to the ground, he looked up at the angry mob which appeared to be moving closer towards him. He knew that if they got any closer to him they'd kill him.
Then...
INTENT
To offer a modest, simple sidearm to those uninterested in carrying around a portable doomsday device.
USE
Rolan Aurek and anyone who wishes to use it
MANUFACTURER
N/A
COST
750 CR
MODEL
D-15P Blaster Pistol
TYPE
Heavy Blaster Pistol
SPECIFICATIONS
12 in - Total length
5.9 in -...
Under different circumstances, Rolan would have laughed. These people were going above and beyond to get him to.. wherever.. in one piece. While he knew the treatment wouldn't last, it was almost relieving knowing at that very moment no one would be pulling a trigger on him.
The taunting rage...
Rolan Aurek had a very, very long list of people he hated. These people? These people were officially at the top of it.
A blind, deaf, disabled man would be able to tell that the feeling was mutual.
As he was escorted out of the building, he was greeted by a crowd. A mob, actually. And a very...
Rolan closed his eyes, resisting the urge to stand up and lunge at the woman. When he had cooled himself down he spoke again, his gaze laced with controlled fury as they locked eyes.
"My lust isn't one of vengeance, ma'am. That comes later. But for now, I will do whatever it takes to survive...
Rolan sat quietly as Nisara laughed. When she finally regained her composure, he sighed. There was no way out of this. What the hell was he going to tell her? The truth? How much did she already know of the Border Alliance? What would he be giving away, if anything? He grimaced to himself as all...
Rolan watched from the corner of his eye as the deranged woman stood up to leave. This time, if she attacked him he would at least attempt to block it. He'd be ready this time.
Fortunately, she didn't strike. He was left alone with the sinister looking woman. She said his name as if she knew...
Rolan stood silently, glaring coldly at Nisara. Nothing was said, but he had imstantly made it clear he would not comply. The stubborn, middle-aged man clung to what little willpower he had left.
Was it possible this woman already knew of the Border Alliance? Surely not. He had yet to be...
As he was led down corridor after corridor, Rolan tried as best he could to study the layout of the base, or at the very least get a feel for anything of interest. He had no such luck, however. Not only did it feel as if they were going in circles, but he was still barely clinging to...
Good thread, all!
If you have anything left to add or post, feel free to do so. I think it only makes sense that I stop here, as Rolan's in pretty bad condition.
The ground rumbled and shook as the air filled with the sound of yet another explosion. This one was closer than the others. Looking in the direction the sound came from, Rolan stared at what was once his bomber, now in more pieces than it was when he'd left it. These lunatics were bloody...
Aurek Family Farm, Saleucami, Nineteen-hundred hours
Rolan cocked the rifle, taking aim at the bottle on the fence and fired, hitting it dead on. The bottle exploded into a dozen shards of glass. Cocking it again, he handed it to his son, now thirteen years of age.
"Try again, son. Remember...