A T R O P O S
After the conference that was held with the various leaders of planets, I was standing there. Exhausted from talking. Never thought that would happen in my life. I removed my left glove to rub the bridge of my nose. So many people, even in such a large room still made me feel stuffy and stuck. I hated talking. I never felt like I was getting work done. Work was when you were plowing fields, filing paperwork, or searching for a lost relic. Talking was just that. Talking. Without action to back it up, without work to solidify the basis of the words spoken, it was a lost cause to me.
Gale stood up from the throne that was behind my master as he was shaking various hands of people, and making some final comments to those who felt iffy about this new federation like government with us as "Guardians." I shook my head at that. So would that make me a Storm Guardian? Fierce, and strong in battle. As well as my damned namesake of Zephyr being calm winds, with Ventus being strong, and powerful winds. I smiled a little at my own joke. Not even voicing it. Actually, I wouldn't mind that title.
Gale came to stand beside me and sat on the table in front of me. Right where my helmet was. Picking it up through her "body," I started to put it on and walk out. Calling out behind me to my mentor, teacher and surrogate father,
"I'll be heading back. Let me know if you need me."
Ever since I earned my honor back by killing the Zakkeg, and even finding the holocron of Darth Marr, I had earned quite a name for myself. Losing an arm in battle, but then fighting a creature known to kill even the toughest of our culture one handed, and without armor? Rumor spreads like wildflower. Even hearing about me killing it with my bare hands. When in truth, I could have died from it. I still had the massive scar across my midsection where it's horn almost gutted me.
Either way, I was glad Isley had accepted me back. I had acted like a child, and he gave me a second chance. It showed. Even in the conference, it was clear he had high hopes for me. I could even remember the feeling. Force empathy only increased it, and allowed me to feel the emotions of others. Something told me he was... proud. But, I doubted it. I ran away from home. I denied my father his teachings to me. I ran from Jericho because of his "Darker side" and found myself alone. I worked best alone. And I guess it was just meant to be.
Things could change though. You never knew the future.
[member="Isley Verd"],
Gale stood up from the throne that was behind my master as he was shaking various hands of people, and making some final comments to those who felt iffy about this new federation like government with us as "Guardians." I shook my head at that. So would that make me a Storm Guardian? Fierce, and strong in battle. As well as my damned namesake of Zephyr being calm winds, with Ventus being strong, and powerful winds. I smiled a little at my own joke. Not even voicing it. Actually, I wouldn't mind that title.
Gale came to stand beside me and sat on the table in front of me. Right where my helmet was. Picking it up through her "body," I started to put it on and walk out. Calling out behind me to my mentor, teacher and surrogate father,
"I'll be heading back. Let me know if you need me."
Ever since I earned my honor back by killing the Zakkeg, and even finding the holocron of Darth Marr, I had earned quite a name for myself. Losing an arm in battle, but then fighting a creature known to kill even the toughest of our culture one handed, and without armor? Rumor spreads like wildflower. Even hearing about me killing it with my bare hands. When in truth, I could have died from it. I still had the massive scar across my midsection where it's horn almost gutted me.
Either way, I was glad Isley had accepted me back. I had acted like a child, and he gave me a second chance. It showed. Even in the conference, it was clear he had high hopes for me. I could even remember the feeling. Force empathy only increased it, and allowed me to feel the emotions of others. Something told me he was... proud. But, I doubted it. I ran away from home. I denied my father his teachings to me. I ran from Jericho because of his "Darker side" and found myself alone. I worked best alone. And I guess it was just meant to be.
Things could change though. You never knew the future.
[member="Isley Verd"],