Silas Mantis
Destroyer
Theme
This was wrong. It had to be. Yet it was what had to be done, what needed to be done. In a way did that make it right?
He didn't know, but Silas had never been one to question, even when it had put him in service to what he convinced himself was a corrupted mirage of his niece. Perhaps that should've been something that led him to question this, but instead he stuck to his old habits. Brokellia was still a nightmare for the most part, the wrath of a god tended to have that effect, but it felt almost like home to the Mandalorian.
Mandalore had been a nightmare for quite some time now. All across his body, various supplies were attached, crammed into pouches or attached at hardpoints, he had all he needed for his expedition through the portal before him. This would be a quick visit, he had no intention of emerging twenty years older and corrupted by whatever forces laid in wait.
The gate did not call him, it did not whisper heresies in his ear, he suspected it was saving his torment for the other side. With no one around in the desolate wastes of the broken world to stop him, Silas simply readied the MF-45 slung across his and stepped through the portal to hell with one task and one task alone.
Bring her back.
[member="Kad Har'rangir"]
This was wrong. It had to be. Yet it was what had to be done, what needed to be done. In a way did that make it right?
He didn't know, but Silas had never been one to question, even when it had put him in service to what he convinced himself was a corrupted mirage of his niece. Perhaps that should've been something that led him to question this, but instead he stuck to his old habits. Brokellia was still a nightmare for the most part, the wrath of a god tended to have that effect, but it felt almost like home to the Mandalorian.
Mandalore had been a nightmare for quite some time now. All across his body, various supplies were attached, crammed into pouches or attached at hardpoints, he had all he needed for his expedition through the portal before him. This would be a quick visit, he had no intention of emerging twenty years older and corrupted by whatever forces laid in wait.
The gate did not call him, it did not whisper heresies in his ear, he suspected it was saving his torment for the other side. With no one around in the desolate wastes of the broken world to stop him, Silas simply readied the MF-45 slung across his and stepped through the portal to hell with one task and one task alone.
Bring her back.
[member="Kad Har'rangir"]