Kizyan
Pure-Blood
Kizyan wrapped his cloak tightly around his body, bracing against the frozen winds of Mygeeto. His latest job has had him transit the Braxant Run as part of a group escorting a trade convoy. They had come out of hyperspace to trade on Mygeeto, forcing him onto the icy landscape of the planet's surface. He had endured the burning wastes of Korriban for years, he would not be cowed by a little bit of cold. A torrent of wind picks up, piercing his flesh with icy pin pricks. He suppresses a shiver.
He looks down at the blaster rifle he has cradled in his arms and scowls. "This is no weapon for a proper Sith." he growls to himself.
"I think it's a lovely weapon. Keeps us safe behind cover it does."
"Fool, it is a coward's weapon. It would be better to fight with our hands than with this ... thing!"
"Can't we just stop all this fighting business and just get along?"
"The fighting is fun. It must never stop."
*Sigh*
The voices are fighting again. He always gets bitter when they start to argue.
"Quiet! All of you!" he viciously snaps at the voices in his head.
"Hey copper-face! Your voices giving you trouble again?" The other mercenaries jeer at him, their faces contorting into pompous smirks.
His muscles tense. "None of your concern human!"
The merc shrugs. "What are do about it? Punch me?"
The human looks expectantly at Kizyan.
"I was tasked with guarding the camp. Punching you would waste my precious time. Now get out of my face!"
"Whatever you say copper-face." The merc leaves with small group, loudly laughing at him.
Kizyan stews silently. "Soon those fools will know how dangerous it is to insult a Pure-Blood. But for now I have a camp to guard."
He looks down at the blaster rifle he has cradled in his arms and scowls. "This is no weapon for a proper Sith." he growls to himself.
"I think it's a lovely weapon. Keeps us safe behind cover it does."
"Fool, it is a coward's weapon. It would be better to fight with our hands than with this ... thing!"
"Can't we just stop all this fighting business and just get along?"
"The fighting is fun. It must never stop."
*Sigh*
The voices are fighting again. He always gets bitter when they start to argue.
"Quiet! All of you!" he viciously snaps at the voices in his head.
"Hey copper-face! Your voices giving you trouble again?" The other mercenaries jeer at him, their faces contorting into pompous smirks.
His muscles tense. "None of your concern human!"
The merc shrugs. "What are do about it? Punch me?"
The human looks expectantly at Kizyan.
"I was tasked with guarding the camp. Punching you would waste my precious time. Now get out of my face!"
"Whatever you say copper-face." The merc leaves with small group, loudly laughing at him.
Kizyan stews silently. "Soon those fools will know how dangerous it is to insult a Pure-Blood. But for now I have a camp to guard."