Rusken Shaxx
High-Knight
Zenith Prime. Ships sailed through the open sky with a sort of peculiar grace as cadets and their drill instructors sounded off with commands of motivation and order. The grassy hillside waved gingerly and gracefully with a soft breeze as the sun set over the horizon- just above the mountains, casting a beautiful spectacle over the rest of the base below. Zius sat upon said hillside, lost in thought as his gaze appeared empty but at the same time fixed upon the base of operations where various tasks and orders were being carried out. Cruisers and frigates and the like came and went with a purpose or perhaps a mission to embark on.
A sigh escaped the young man's lips as he stood. The hole-riddled and battle-torn trench coat embraced the sun rays and cast a shadow-show of many holes as light danced through the aftermath of countless blaster bolts that had passed through.
Life was getting better it seemed. There was a peace time for once in his always-militant life. It felt like he was finally in control for once in a very, very long time. Was it too good to be true? Was all the fighting and struggle a means to an end, or was it an endless loophole he was bound to fall through each and every time? Right now was just to live in the moment with the conflict in the back of his mind. Such scenic beauty confused him on the inside, still lacking some of the human traits that most normal people would understand if they had a mediocre life. Zius was not so fortunate. He was still on the inside, a prisoner of a different creation. Something the Sith had modified and constructed to be uncaring, cold, apathetic to the whims and desires of a curious mind.
A sigh escaped him as he shrugged his shoulders, he headed down toward the military base.
@Calico Tal'Verda
A sigh escaped the young man's lips as he stood. The hole-riddled and battle-torn trench coat embraced the sun rays and cast a shadow-show of many holes as light danced through the aftermath of countless blaster bolts that had passed through.
Life was getting better it seemed. There was a peace time for once in his always-militant life. It felt like he was finally in control for once in a very, very long time. Was it too good to be true? Was all the fighting and struggle a means to an end, or was it an endless loophole he was bound to fall through each and every time? Right now was just to live in the moment with the conflict in the back of his mind. Such scenic beauty confused him on the inside, still lacking some of the human traits that most normal people would understand if they had a mediocre life. Zius was not so fortunate. He was still on the inside, a prisoner of a different creation. Something the Sith had modified and constructed to be uncaring, cold, apathetic to the whims and desires of a curious mind.
A sigh escaped him as he shrugged his shoulders, he headed down toward the military base.
@Calico Tal'Verda