Verz Horak
Darjetii Kyramud
@[member="Arla Balor"]
Well, there wasn't really a nighttime in the dark depths of space. But it was the end of the day according to the clocks onboard the ship. In a an hour, it would be dark on Manda'yaim. While Verz had been saddened by leaving his homeworld, things like this were small reminders of his failure. He had failed to adequately keep his people safe as Mand'alor, forced out of office when he had agreed to make peace with the Empire, remembering that The Bear, Emberli Garett, doing the same only a few years before. He did not have the same kind of support the Bear had had, apparently.
Sometimes in dreams he saw his wartime memories and his successes. More often he saw failures and grief of the comrades he lost. The men and women he sent to their deaths. The ones marching far away seemed to defy their marching orders to visit his dreams. He knew that it wasn't them and they weren't mad at him, but it didn't stop the nightmares. Part PTSD and part perceived failure, the former Mand'alor had them quite often, when he slept at all that is. He ws glad Ordo flew the ship, because combined with his lack of knowledge on piloting, the three of them probably would have perished in some hypwrspace accident.
And so, to try and soothe his nerves and calm his mind, Verz had been walking through the Nomad's mostly empty decks to think and try and make sense of himself. Thoughts as varied as what Ordo and Arla were up to, to what future history holobooks might have to say about him? Good leader and warrior, or failed commander and barely worth a footnote?
The crestfallen warrior walked the decks, hoping the stars in the viewports would give him consolation or answers as to why his life had turned the way it did.
Well, there wasn't really a nighttime in the dark depths of space. But it was the end of the day according to the clocks onboard the ship. In a an hour, it would be dark on Manda'yaim. While Verz had been saddened by leaving his homeworld, things like this were small reminders of his failure. He had failed to adequately keep his people safe as Mand'alor, forced out of office when he had agreed to make peace with the Empire, remembering that The Bear, Emberli Garett, doing the same only a few years before. He did not have the same kind of support the Bear had had, apparently.
Sometimes in dreams he saw his wartime memories and his successes. More often he saw failures and grief of the comrades he lost. The men and women he sent to their deaths. The ones marching far away seemed to defy their marching orders to visit his dreams. He knew that it wasn't them and they weren't mad at him, but it didn't stop the nightmares. Part PTSD and part perceived failure, the former Mand'alor had them quite often, when he slept at all that is. He ws glad Ordo flew the ship, because combined with his lack of knowledge on piloting, the three of them probably would have perished in some hypwrspace accident.
And so, to try and soothe his nerves and calm his mind, Verz had been walking through the Nomad's mostly empty decks to think and try and make sense of himself. Thoughts as varied as what Ordo and Arla were up to, to what future history holobooks might have to say about him? Good leader and warrior, or failed commander and barely worth a footnote?
The crestfallen warrior walked the decks, hoping the stars in the viewports would give him consolation or answers as to why his life had turned the way it did.
