Mirdala Priest
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 23, 2017
- Messages
- 333
- Reaction score
- 298
Undisclosed Coordinates
Mirdala's THEME
Usually I don't fly off planet. Navigating hyperspace lanes I leave to the professionals; my navigational sense had been honed in the atmospheric fields of planets from the Outer Rim to the Inner Core, arid deserts, suffocating rain forests, and concrete urban jungles. The coldness of Space...I preferred to leave to the dead. Not today.
Exiting the craft, I set foot on the hard packed soil of a planet not found on any interstellar map. Six years past, interrogating Evelyn Yara ( @Evelyn Yara ) I had pushed the woman past pain, beyond hope, all for a single name, a name she ultimately did not know. In my hunt for the cell leader of Deathwatch, I had sacrificed my humanity, my soul, and ended with only a set of coordinates. Until now, I the location meant nothing to me.
Aiden Fett. My friend. Executed with nothing more than the dignity within his own soul. He believed in all I had dedicated my life to destroying. Why?
Striding across the barren dusty field, I entered a lone clay home, long abandoned. A safehouse, unused for years. The coordinates I had sent to Duke Ordo, the coordinates precious Evelyn had given to me the night I sold my soul.
Resting my shield against the wall, I checked my HUD the heat of the planet was stifling in my armor. Nonetheless, I would ait at the dust covered coffee table as a Mandalorian, awaiting the only man in the galaxy who held the answers I craved. Inhaling deeply, I stilled the empty space where my heart once rested.
It was time.
@Prudence
Mirdala's THEME
Usually I don't fly off planet. Navigating hyperspace lanes I leave to the professionals; my navigational sense had been honed in the atmospheric fields of planets from the Outer Rim to the Inner Core, arid deserts, suffocating rain forests, and concrete urban jungles. The coldness of Space...I preferred to leave to the dead. Not today.
Exiting the craft, I set foot on the hard packed soil of a planet not found on any interstellar map. Six years past, interrogating Evelyn Yara ( @Evelyn Yara ) I had pushed the woman past pain, beyond hope, all for a single name, a name she ultimately did not know. In my hunt for the cell leader of Deathwatch, I had sacrificed my humanity, my soul, and ended with only a set of coordinates. Until now, I the location meant nothing to me.
Aiden Fett. My friend. Executed with nothing more than the dignity within his own soul. He believed in all I had dedicated my life to destroying. Why?
Striding across the barren dusty field, I entered a lone clay home, long abandoned. A safehouse, unused for years. The coordinates I had sent to Duke Ordo, the coordinates precious Evelyn had given to me the night I sold my soul.
Resting my shield against the wall, I checked my HUD the heat of the planet was stifling in my armor. Nonetheless, I would ait at the dust covered coffee table as a Mandalorian, awaiting the only man in the galaxy who held the answers I craved. Inhaling deeply, I stilled the empty space where my heart once rested.
It was time.
@Prudence
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