Private Clanking Chains And Hard Slabs

[Sergeant Omen]

From the outside, the prison seemed to be rotting away from the inside. Its Mandolarian owners seemed content to watch the place fall in on itself, trapping the people inside it to their grim fate. But one of those people was about to get a visitor that might change their odds around. The only question is whether that man would be the same person Aren remembered.

Aren D'Shade

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Kestri.

A world for Mandalorians and an unlikely place for Aren to visit, but she was here searching for a ghost of her past. A lost friend who could have been more, but their lives had separated. Omen was just one of a few people she searched for. Now she had a solid lead and clearance to see him. If she could see him, then she could rescue him.

If he was even still alive.

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

As she came into the prison, Aren would be waved through the gate by the armored guards after checking her clearance pass. Going through the entrance hall, she would be scanned and have any obvious weapons handed over before she was guided into a one-on-one room with a steel table and chairs, saying their conversation would be monitered. Now all Aren had to do was wait.

When Omen was pushed in, handcuffed to a wheelchair, the clone looked like all of the life had been sucked out of him. Maybe thats because it had and the out of time soldier had thrown his chance of life away. His eyes looked glassy, like what was left was just an empty shell devoide of purpose. It took him a moment to reconcise the women in front of him as he squinted. "Aren...?" The clone's real question he was thinking was why... why come back now at all times? Just to see him suffering...? Either way, the person that Aren saw in front of her wasn't the one she knew.

Aren D'Shade

 

[Aren D'Shade]

She didn't carry any weapons, so none were removed. The only things she had that might be questionable were tech-related tools, and she was allowed to keep them. Anything larger than a wrench was taken away. Whatever she lost, she'd be able to replace easily enough. Not her friend, though, the man she'd come to visit and try to bring home.

At least, he was able to recognise her. It gave her some hope that her quest wasn't pointless. Taking up a position next to him, she squatted down and released him from the cuff.

"It's Aren. What happened?"

Pulling a datapad out of her bag, she quickly erased her visit and took hold of Omen. He wasn't in any condition to argue anyway, and she teleported them out of the prison and off the world. There was no warning from her, and she didn't think it would have mattered if she had said anything.

Time had wrought changes to Omen, and she didn't know if she could fix him.

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen's lips pursed as he tried to find the right words to answer her question with. "Well, after you left... I opened up a shop on the Enclave homeworld at the time. When it got smashed into though... it seemed like everything and everyone was against me, and I just... spiraled... Let's just say my attempt at fighting back wasn't exactly... legal..." He looked tired, not looking in her eyes. He didn't look ashamed, not exactly. More like he was exhausted... depressed... "And so I got shipped inside there..." He finally looked up, asking the question that had been bouncing around his mind. "Where have you been all of these years and why did you bother coming back for me? I thought you would have made your own life by now." Flipping his head around and looking at where they were now, he asked the second question that had come into his mind as he sat in the wheelchair. "And where are we...?"

Aren D'Shade