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I felt an overwhelming urge to get outside. Deacon was unable to dissuade me, which was unusual but I was too preoccupied to notice. I escaped the family wing, and scurried through nearly empty hallways until I found my way to the rooftop. From the battlements outside, I saw the sky begin to fall. <br> <br> | I felt an overwhelming urge to get outside. Deacon was unable to dissuade me, which was unusual but I was too preoccupied to notice. I escaped the family wing, and scurried through nearly empty hallways until I found my way to the rooftop. From the battlements outside, I saw the sky begin to fall. <br> <br> | ||
The Imperials descended in gouts of fire. The battle suits of the Stormtroopers protected them from a near free-fall descent on retro-jets. They blazed away with their blasters while heavier weapons battered against the castle shielding, creating a prismatic nightmare of lethal energies. When a heavy round from an ion cannon blasted away the corner of the building I stood upon, I tumbled down to the ground, and into unconsciousness. <br><br> | The Imperials descended in gouts of fire. The battle suits of the Stormtroopers protected them from a near free-fall descent on retro-jets. They blazed away with their blasters while heavier weapons battered against the castle shielding, creating a prismatic nightmare of lethal energies. When a heavy round from an ion cannon blasted away the corner of the building I stood upon, I tumbled down to the ground, and into unconsciousness. <br><br> | ||
| β | When I awoke, I was thirteen, and my family was dead. All of them. I can only guess that no one in the Imperial forces had an accurate counting or description of all of my father's wives and children. They had shot my father, and my five oldest brothers. The ones who had not died in battle had been hung, were still hanging in the cold light of dawn. Down to the eight month old baby brother, my family was dead. All of them.<br><br> | + | When I awoke, I was thirteen, and my family was dead. All of them. I can only guess that no one in the Imperial forces had an accurate counting or description of all of my father's wives and children. They had shot my father, and my five oldest brothers. The ones who had not died in battle had been hung, were still hanging in the cold light of dawn. They were all beaten and tortured before death, and my sisters and mothers had been raped. Down to the eight month old baby brother, my family was dead. All of them.<br><br> |
After three days of hiding in the rubble, I was found by the daughter of one of our maids. She took me home, and her father managed to nurse me back to health. He had lost an arm and his wife to the attack, and when he pulled in a favor from a tramp freighter captain, we all escaped from what had become hell for me. I have never forgotten and I will never forgive the Empire for what happened to me.<br><br> | After three days of hiding in the rubble, I was found by the daughter of one of our maids. She took me home, and her father managed to nurse me back to health. He had lost an arm and his wife to the attack, and when he pulled in a favor from a tramp freighter captain, we all escaped from what had become hell for me. I have never forgotten and I will never forgive the Empire for what happened to me.<br><br> | ||
For seven years I lived with and became a crewmen of Darcy's Mystique. It was a smallish tramp freighter with a crew of a score and a half. I am certain Captain Jericho was a smuggler and a con artist. At first, he wanted to sell Deacon off for the credit, but I pitched such a fit that he decided to let me keep my last connection to the world I had known. After the many times Deacon proved his worth, I don't think he regretted the decision. <br><br> | For seven years I lived with and became a crewmen of Darcy's Mystique. It was a smallish tramp freighter with a crew of a score and a half. I am certain Captain Jericho was a smuggler and a con artist. At first, he wanted to sell Deacon off for the credit, but I pitched such a fit that he decided to let me keep my last connection to the world I had known. After the many times Deacon proved his worth, I don't think he regretted the decision. <br><br> | ||
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The collapsing ceiling nearly killed me. I managed to collect a broken collar bone and a number of bruises that has never been matched again. Deacon lost a photo-receptor and damaged his voder unit so that for the two months it took to scrape up cred to repair him, he could only speak in a voice that sounded like a Jawa on speed. I lost several hours in unconsciousness, and several days in recovering while I hid in the back tunnels. Quiz never came back, and I can only think that they got him. <br><br> | The collapsing ceiling nearly killed me. I managed to collect a broken collar bone and a number of bruises that has never been matched again. Deacon lost a photo-receptor and damaged his voder unit so that for the two months it took to scrape up cred to repair him, he could only speak in a voice that sounded like a Jawa on speed. I lost several hours in unconsciousness, and several days in recovering while I hid in the back tunnels. Quiz never came back, and I can only think that they got him. <br><br> | ||
In the short time I knew him, Quiz did manage to open my inner eye to the power I hold within. He put me in touch with The Force, and I hope that I can prove worthy of his trust. When I look inside myself, I can see the maelstrom that is waiting to devour me. The pit of darkness that Quiz says has a life of it's own. That is fed by my own rage and hate, and waits only for the day when I will open myself to be destroyed by it's cold and angry fire. I use the teachings of his peace, the centering of his maat, to chain the demon inside me. Someday, I will master the teachings he left behind and in doing so, put the beast to rest. <br><br> | In the short time I knew him, Quiz did manage to open my inner eye to the power I hold within. He put me in touch with The Force, and I hope that I can prove worthy of his trust. When I look inside myself, I can see the maelstrom that is waiting to devour me. The pit of darkness that Quiz says has a life of it's own. That is fed by my own rage and hate, and waits only for the day when I will open myself to be destroyed by it's cold and angry fire. I use the teachings of his peace, the centering of his maat, to chain the demon inside me. Someday, I will master the teachings he left behind and in doing so, put the beast to rest. <br><br> | ||
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