ʜᴄ sᴠɴᴛ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴᴇs
This is what it is like to be Trystis Ray right now - You are alone. You left Coruscant in secret, discarding your own personal shuttle in favor of a stolen delivery freighter three clicks away to avoid tracking. And if you thought for hours upon hours - and you have - you could not name a single being that you would call your friend.
You are broken. After an unintended slight, you were totally humbled before the awesome power of the Dark Side. That is to say, your only friend. But you have no friends. The Force is in you, and of you. It cannot be your friend because you are the Force. But you have lingering mental damage, and even now as you float through a nebulae in the middle of nowhere, the stress of what you just did sends a lancing pain through your skull. It tastes sweet.
You are hungry. For power, to solve the ineffable contradiction of your own weakness. For revenge against the man who hurt you. And for the destruction of an Order gone corrupt - in the bad way.
You are desparate. A rebel distress beacon is in your hands, activated. You had kept it with the intent of currying favor with the Lords by using it to set a trap. But now, on a defenseless ship, you are hoping to find them for another reason. [member=Oddball]. [member="Sannika Brynn"]. [member="Juwiela Melec"]. The names of your enemies. You are going to ask to join them.
And you are insane. This is an objective fact.
You are broken. After an unintended slight, you were totally humbled before the awesome power of the Dark Side. That is to say, your only friend. But you have no friends. The Force is in you, and of you. It cannot be your friend because you are the Force. But you have lingering mental damage, and even now as you float through a nebulae in the middle of nowhere, the stress of what you just did sends a lancing pain through your skull. It tastes sweet.
You are hungry. For power, to solve the ineffable contradiction of your own weakness. For revenge against the man who hurt you. And for the destruction of an Order gone corrupt - in the bad way.
You are desparate. A rebel distress beacon is in your hands, activated. You had kept it with the intent of currying favor with the Lords by using it to set a trap. But now, on a defenseless ship, you are hoping to find them for another reason. [member=Oddball]. [member="Sannika Brynn"]. [member="Juwiela Melec"]. The names of your enemies. You are going to ask to join them.
And you are insane. This is an objective fact.
After a long hiatus from posting, I am back. I will be editing my profile to clean it up and update it shortly.