Zeltros: Zeltros (Capital City)
Local time: 2400
Local time: 2400
Crix lay awake staring at the rippling shadows that danced across the ceiling of the luxury hotel room he'd been in for the past two days. The past rolled out before him in miasmic undulations as the monotonous drone of rain on the transparisteel sliding door shut out the rest of the world. Most would say it was impossible to be depressed on Zeltros, but the wraiths of those he knew convinced him otherwise. The pain and anger of his planet's subjugation had been his sole driving force. It had been all-consuming in it's fury, but with it's liberation had come revelation.
His family, his old crew, and even his entire planet were nothing.
Denon was a piece on the board, a notch on the headboard, a fucking trophy to be won. In the grand scheme of the ever-evolving war machine, there were no hero's just new conquerers. Crix ran tired hands over a weathered expression. He felt helpless and alone. Karina and Dima were in the wind. Barlo retired from their lifestyle to focus on Hardlight. Mordeth was... well, he didn't really care where she was.
Crix sat up and slipped out of bed. He reached into his jacket pocket and came away disappointed. He'd smoked his last cigarette and needed more.
"That's about right."
A shimmer of green light drew his attention to his bare chest. A tiny pinprick of light held a steady bead on his flesh. Crix dove for cover. The door shattered and a slug slammed into the wall just behind where he'd sat. Crix's chest heaved as fear fought to overcome his mind. He took a deep breath and scrambled on all fours for his weapon.
The green light zipped around the room searching for it's target. He managed to snag his gunbelt off the back of a chair. The piece of furniture was blown apart a heartbeat later. Profanity flew from his lips as scuttled backward. His back hit the wall as panic crashed into him. His gaze whipped around as he frantically rushed for the door.
He managed to wrap his utility belt around his waist and reach for the panel when the door hissed open. His bare feet came skittering to a stop as he tried to backtrack from the three figures rushing into the room.
"Three? Three's just too many..."
The iridescent blue of a stun bolt flashed before hitting him in the chest. The smell of burnt hair and the sound of heavy footfalls were the last things he registered before everything went dark.
His family, his old crew, and even his entire planet were nothing.
Denon was a piece on the board, a notch on the headboard, a fucking trophy to be won. In the grand scheme of the ever-evolving war machine, there were no hero's just new conquerers. Crix ran tired hands over a weathered expression. He felt helpless and alone. Karina and Dima were in the wind. Barlo retired from their lifestyle to focus on Hardlight. Mordeth was... well, he didn't really care where she was.
Crix sat up and slipped out of bed. He reached into his jacket pocket and came away disappointed. He'd smoked his last cigarette and needed more.
"That's about right."
A shimmer of green light drew his attention to his bare chest. A tiny pinprick of light held a steady bead on his flesh. Crix dove for cover. The door shattered and a slug slammed into the wall just behind where he'd sat. Crix's chest heaved as fear fought to overcome his mind. He took a deep breath and scrambled on all fours for his weapon.
The green light zipped around the room searching for it's target. He managed to snag his gunbelt off the back of a chair. The piece of furniture was blown apart a heartbeat later. Profanity flew from his lips as scuttled backward. His back hit the wall as panic crashed into him. His gaze whipped around as he frantically rushed for the door.
He managed to wrap his utility belt around his waist and reach for the panel when the door hissed open. His bare feet came skittering to a stop as he tried to backtrack from the three figures rushing into the room.
"Three? Three's just too many..."
The iridescent blue of a stun bolt flashed before hitting him in the chest. The smell of burnt hair and the sound of heavy footfalls were the last things he registered before everything went dark.
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