Pharazon Draken
Untrained FS Stormtrooper
[SIZE=11pt]“No, I may not be, but I remain Hapan, and I will do what I must to survive” Pharazon replied, imperious facade slipping almost as soon as he had attempted to assert it. However, he did manage to gain some semblance of control over his emotions, even if his conversational filters he usually exercised to avoid at all costs conversations likes this were lost to him. He would not show any more weakness than was unavoidable.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He chuckled again slightly and unintentionally as he felt how hollow her words were, niceties and pleasantries coming from the mouths of those who knew better always amused him. Sighing, he shook his head once again and uttered a short phrase in the ostentatious, elegant and some might say needlessly verbose Hapan language, his native accent that he generally perfectly suppressed returning in an instant as he spoke. He looked to the Doctor almost expectantly but then chuckled again, this time tiredly, and shook his head. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“My apologies, that saying is something of a unspoken, at least not openly, proverb among some of my people, roughly translated it means there is always debt, though it loses something in translation, I am sure you are familiar with the sentiment” he said, voice haggard but still firm and proud as he looked at the Doctor with knowing eyes, though he knew not her own experiences, only that she possessed the same grim knowledge as he, if not more.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“I will not beleaguer the point or try to make you understand the demands and necessities of Hapan social interaction by which I live. Suffice it to say, I will remember you and what you have done for me, call and I will answer. This I swear as Pharazon, not Captain Draken, should that mean anything to you.” Relaxing himself as much as he could while leaning upright and meeting the Doctor’s eyes, a multitude of emotion evident in his tone as he left the implications of his oath and debt remain broad.[/SIZE]
“But, should you wish to keep this entirely within the bounds of duty”[SIZE=11pt] he continued, audibly resigned and disappointed in himself as a result of her hollow and purely professional tone. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“I will continue to uphold and fulfil my duty as a Stormtrooper and will not allow what happened to occur again should have any say in the matter, and I am sure your medical skills and mannerisms will not waver regardless of what drives you to practice them, so let us repay each other[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] through continued service”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] he finished, sounding as rote and hollow as the Doctor had earlier he supposed. He had never felt much obligation to duty or nationalism before his time as an Imperial Stormtrooper and he was still conflicted as to his position in the First Order. Pharazon was far more concerned with personal duty which he assumed she would likely infer, and regardless, his mind was too muddled to force himself to put up his regular zealously Imperial facade at this moment.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]If he was honest with himself, however, Pharazon no longer knew why he served in the First Order military. In the beginning it had been necessity and a convenient way to avoid death at the hands of his pursuers, and execution at the hands of his newfound Imperial acquaintances. Though after serving with the 189th, fighting with them and leading them into battle, witnessing their own loyalty and determination for the Imperial cause had forced him to question his own beliefs. Sighing again though saying nothing this time, he supposed he may [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]have[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] found something he could believe in after Kaeshana and Mustafar, people who he could trust with his very being, though even that begrudging realisation did not sit well with the generally excessively secretive and suspicious man. If anything that potential for him to dedicate himself to the Order made him more uneasy, Imperial society was superior to that of the Hapan system of government he was sure, but he could not reconcile his [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]identity[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] as a Hapan, as the son, nephew, and brother to those in his noble Hapan family, no matter what some of them had done to him with his current position as an Imperial Stormtrooper, fighting to conquer the stars and enforce order on a chaotic galaxy. Overarching certainty and conviction had abandoned Pharazon's mind beyond the fierce loyalty, bonds of fire and blood, and personal connections to those Stormtroopers under his command.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He allowed his professional and stern facade to reassert itself as the conversation turned to his cybernetics, he was growing tired and increasingly concerned about how much he was sharing with this stranger, so was glad for the reprieve.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“I have no doubts in the quality of Imperial medicine, indeed, this is not my first cycle either” he said grimly, failing to mask the comment in humour, as he flexed his left hand which was missing the cybernetic little and ring fingers he had been forced to adopted after Kaeshana.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]His eyes again lingered on his leg, and his expression again darkened as she said the new limb would be stronger. He knew [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]and felt with all his being that it would not be, but he had little choice and refused to shame himself again.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“We shall see Doctor Ven, we shall see” he replied, cold and resigned.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“I am not surprised they were damaged, I am sure the anti-tank round must have damaged them in some manner or perhaps they were damaged during the airstrike…” he paused, mouth still open. Anti-tank round? How do you know it was an anti-tank round? [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]His mind raced until it found an unsavoury answer, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]…You felt it… You know… [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Pharazon fell silent, closing his mouth slowly as he looked from his leg to his hand, fear and confusion lancing across his face for an instant before he brought his muscles under control once more.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“No...no matter, I am sure the Corps, Central Command, and the medical service will ensure all is correct with my fingers and new leg…” he mumbled, only vaguely aware of the words she had spoken and the open fear in his own voice.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Fumbling over his next words in a desperate attempt to distract his mind his mind sought a topic to distract him and fill in any holes in his memory.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“The battle, the announcement by the Grand Moff, we were victorious? Mustafar and the mining facility are under Imperial control? The wider campaign succeeded? My troopers acquitted[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] themselves admirably?”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] he stammered, unable to do anything beyond babble to quiet the voice in his mind screaming at him that by acting this way she will suspect [/SIZE]something of him.
[SIZE=11pt]Another voice told him she likely did not have many answers either, given her own state of consciousness the last time he had seen her, but he was too disturbed to consider this.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][member="Irajah Ven"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He chuckled again slightly and unintentionally as he felt how hollow her words were, niceties and pleasantries coming from the mouths of those who knew better always amused him. Sighing, he shook his head once again and uttered a short phrase in the ostentatious, elegant and some might say needlessly verbose Hapan language, his native accent that he generally perfectly suppressed returning in an instant as he spoke. He looked to the Doctor almost expectantly but then chuckled again, this time tiredly, and shook his head. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“My apologies, that saying is something of a unspoken, at least not openly, proverb among some of my people, roughly translated it means there is always debt, though it loses something in translation, I am sure you are familiar with the sentiment” he said, voice haggard but still firm and proud as he looked at the Doctor with knowing eyes, though he knew not her own experiences, only that she possessed the same grim knowledge as he, if not more.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“I will not beleaguer the point or try to make you understand the demands and necessities of Hapan social interaction by which I live. Suffice it to say, I will remember you and what you have done for me, call and I will answer. This I swear as Pharazon, not Captain Draken, should that mean anything to you.” Relaxing himself as much as he could while leaning upright and meeting the Doctor’s eyes, a multitude of emotion evident in his tone as he left the implications of his oath and debt remain broad.[/SIZE]
“But, should you wish to keep this entirely within the bounds of duty”[SIZE=11pt] he continued, audibly resigned and disappointed in himself as a result of her hollow and purely professional tone. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“I will continue to uphold and fulfil my duty as a Stormtrooper and will not allow what happened to occur again should have any say in the matter, and I am sure your medical skills and mannerisms will not waver regardless of what drives you to practice them, so let us repay each other[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] through continued service”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] he finished, sounding as rote and hollow as the Doctor had earlier he supposed. He had never felt much obligation to duty or nationalism before his time as an Imperial Stormtrooper and he was still conflicted as to his position in the First Order. Pharazon was far more concerned with personal duty which he assumed she would likely infer, and regardless, his mind was too muddled to force himself to put up his regular zealously Imperial facade at this moment.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]If he was honest with himself, however, Pharazon no longer knew why he served in the First Order military. In the beginning it had been necessity and a convenient way to avoid death at the hands of his pursuers, and execution at the hands of his newfound Imperial acquaintances. Though after serving with the 189th, fighting with them and leading them into battle, witnessing their own loyalty and determination for the Imperial cause had forced him to question his own beliefs. Sighing again though saying nothing this time, he supposed he may [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]have[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] found something he could believe in after Kaeshana and Mustafar, people who he could trust with his very being, though even that begrudging realisation did not sit well with the generally excessively secretive and suspicious man. If anything that potential for him to dedicate himself to the Order made him more uneasy, Imperial society was superior to that of the Hapan system of government he was sure, but he could not reconcile his [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]identity[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] as a Hapan, as the son, nephew, and brother to those in his noble Hapan family, no matter what some of them had done to him with his current position as an Imperial Stormtrooper, fighting to conquer the stars and enforce order on a chaotic galaxy. Overarching certainty and conviction had abandoned Pharazon's mind beyond the fierce loyalty, bonds of fire and blood, and personal connections to those Stormtroopers under his command.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He allowed his professional and stern facade to reassert itself as the conversation turned to his cybernetics, he was growing tired and increasingly concerned about how much he was sharing with this stranger, so was glad for the reprieve.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“I have no doubts in the quality of Imperial medicine, indeed, this is not my first cycle either” he said grimly, failing to mask the comment in humour, as he flexed his left hand which was missing the cybernetic little and ring fingers he had been forced to adopted after Kaeshana.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]His eyes again lingered on his leg, and his expression again darkened as she said the new limb would be stronger. He knew [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]and felt with all his being that it would not be, but he had little choice and refused to shame himself again.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“We shall see Doctor Ven, we shall see” he replied, cold and resigned.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“I am not surprised they were damaged, I am sure the anti-tank round must have damaged them in some manner or perhaps they were damaged during the airstrike…” he paused, mouth still open. Anti-tank round? How do you know it was an anti-tank round? [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]His mind raced until it found an unsavoury answer, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]…You felt it… You know… [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Pharazon fell silent, closing his mouth slowly as he looked from his leg to his hand, fear and confusion lancing across his face for an instant before he brought his muscles under control once more.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“No...no matter, I am sure the Corps, Central Command, and the medical service will ensure all is correct with my fingers and new leg…” he mumbled, only vaguely aware of the words she had spoken and the open fear in his own voice.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Fumbling over his next words in a desperate attempt to distract his mind his mind sought a topic to distract him and fill in any holes in his memory.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“The battle, the announcement by the Grand Moff, we were victorious? Mustafar and the mining facility are under Imperial control? The wider campaign succeeded? My troopers acquitted[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] themselves admirably?”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] he stammered, unable to do anything beyond babble to quiet the voice in his mind screaming at him that by acting this way she will suspect [/SIZE]something of him.
[SIZE=11pt]Another voice told him she likely did not have many answers either, given her own state of consciousness the last time he had seen her, but he was too disturbed to consider this.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][member="Irajah Ven"][/SIZE]