Gabriel Sionoma
Sheriff of Sulon
Sullust
Early Morning
Tell me to sleep and reluctantly...I will. He smiled as he shook his head, thinking back to that night. Maybe, for that instance, she had resisted but in his own way, he felt asleep now. Once abruptly collided in the vast oceans of space, he felt adrift and without purpose. Sure, there was the Galactic Alliance and there was Destin and Armaud and Avalore and Meeristali. There were things to keep his attention but it felt like quick sand, the slow struggle as he sunk deeper and deeper. The movement only causing more distress, fingers grasping at straws to keep from drowning.
Sullust was loud, the explosions of molten lava and geothermal venting, it was overwhelming. For the mindful and the open, it was tough to get a moments thought or peace. The Alliance had taken to this skewed version of protection, once provided by a captain in this very academy, only to be molested with threats of harm and the wayward bolt in slave pit. Offset by the kind acts of others. But as he asked Jacen to speak on his behalf, to allow him movement away from this place, he felt the burden lighten just a bit. He wasn't happy here. There was no air to breath, the cage and iron bars were suffocating, and he felt the ache of closeness without ever knowing its acceptance. He had children now and as important as it was to protect and serve, it was important to have a reason for it. Otherwise, he truly was adrift.
Thumbing the prisoner collar in his hand, he stroked the leather strap and felt the phantom sensation of its presence on his flesh. He had been in contact with local authorities on Sulon, nearby moon overhanging the horizon in a clear Sullust night sky. Disputes over land, disputes over water rights, disputes over who should tell who what to do. They needed help and offered a salary, offered property and as much land as could be afforded. A homestead, long taken over by vegetation and wayward invasive vine growth, he could have it for the services requested. A foreclosed property, it came as is. And he looked forward to signing the papers, providing a place for his children to grow up under the care of others. It was for the best, he reassuringly repeated it to himself as he packed his bags. Repetition would make it true.
"Are you ready?"
He snapped out of it, blinking steadily. The shuttle pilot nodded and Gabriel smiled gratefully. "I need a few more minutes."
"Of course. Take your time, we'll leave when you're ready."
"Thank you..." He whispered as he looked towards the ground, fixed to the bench as the sounds of the shuttle thrusters kicked off.
He mourned feeling the need to leave. But some things weren't meant to live underground, without the sun. And just so, some things needed the rain. He wasn't sure what he needed but maybe, in the open fields of Sulon, he would find it.
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]
Early Morning
Tell me to sleep and reluctantly...I will. He smiled as he shook his head, thinking back to that night. Maybe, for that instance, she had resisted but in his own way, he felt asleep now. Once abruptly collided in the vast oceans of space, he felt adrift and without purpose. Sure, there was the Galactic Alliance and there was Destin and Armaud and Avalore and Meeristali. There were things to keep his attention but it felt like quick sand, the slow struggle as he sunk deeper and deeper. The movement only causing more distress, fingers grasping at straws to keep from drowning.
Sullust was loud, the explosions of molten lava and geothermal venting, it was overwhelming. For the mindful and the open, it was tough to get a moments thought or peace. The Alliance had taken to this skewed version of protection, once provided by a captain in this very academy, only to be molested with threats of harm and the wayward bolt in slave pit. Offset by the kind acts of others. But as he asked Jacen to speak on his behalf, to allow him movement away from this place, he felt the burden lighten just a bit. He wasn't happy here. There was no air to breath, the cage and iron bars were suffocating, and he felt the ache of closeness without ever knowing its acceptance. He had children now and as important as it was to protect and serve, it was important to have a reason for it. Otherwise, he truly was adrift.
Thumbing the prisoner collar in his hand, he stroked the leather strap and felt the phantom sensation of its presence on his flesh. He had been in contact with local authorities on Sulon, nearby moon overhanging the horizon in a clear Sullust night sky. Disputes over land, disputes over water rights, disputes over who should tell who what to do. They needed help and offered a salary, offered property and as much land as could be afforded. A homestead, long taken over by vegetation and wayward invasive vine growth, he could have it for the services requested. A foreclosed property, it came as is. And he looked forward to signing the papers, providing a place for his children to grow up under the care of others. It was for the best, he reassuringly repeated it to himself as he packed his bags. Repetition would make it true.
"Are you ready?"
He snapped out of it, blinking steadily. The shuttle pilot nodded and Gabriel smiled gratefully. "I need a few more minutes."
"Of course. Take your time, we'll leave when you're ready."
"Thank you..." He whispered as he looked towards the ground, fixed to the bench as the sounds of the shuttle thrusters kicked off.
He mourned feeling the need to leave. But some things weren't meant to live underground, without the sun. And just so, some things needed the rain. He wasn't sure what he needed but maybe, in the open fields of Sulon, he would find it.
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]