"Why do you have to go daddy?" The voice of a young child spoke to his father, a large muscular dark skinned man by the name of Martin. He was at home when he got the call, a call that would summon him to the defence of his home. His family, his wife and son. Martin looked over to his wife and son with fear and pain in his eyes. "Daddy... daddy needs to go to work." he knelt down for his son to run into his arms. Holding him tight Martin's eyes welled up with tears as he stroked the curly hair of his son, "Daddy loves you very much David, I'm so proud to see you become a big strong man." taking in deep breaths of air he held his son for what would most likely be the last time. Pushing his son away slightly Martin held him firmly in his hands so he could look him eye to eye, trying to cover up the pain in his voice he spoke "Promise me you will look after mommy while I'm gone." The seven year old boy nodded and spoke in a sweet innocent voice to his father "I promise dad! Mommy will be ok!" A single tear rolled down Martin's eye as he hugged his son one last time. "I could not have asked for a better son." After a few moments Martin stood turning his gaze to his wife who was all but crying hysterically now.
Walking over to the love of his life Martin grabbed her firmly and kissed her deeply and passionately, for a moment time itself stopped around the innocent kiss of the two lovers. Almost so that even the thought of war escaped them, it was almost as if they were in bed together somewhere far away from this. But soon, reality came back crashing the moment they had around them. The kiss broke and Martin simply stared into the eyes of his wife. Tears glazing and rolling down both of their eyes Martin uttered only three words, "I love you." he said to her running his large hand through her soft hair. "You stay safe Amalia, you mean the galaxy to me." giving her a pained smile Martin held her in his arms then gave her a quick peck on the cheek with his lips. "Just know that I-" a horn cut off his words, it was time to go. Making his way to the door Martin made the trudge opening it and stepping outside. "Come back soon daddy!" David, Martin's son waved goodbye to his father. Like a child sweet and innocent he assumed everything would be ok, that everything would work out. But everything was not going to be ok, nothing was going to be ok.
Stepping outside and into a unmarked black speeder Martin looked back only once to see his wife and son standing in the doorway. "Let's do this." The speeder took off with Martin in the back with another very scary looking man. "Rolland" he said to him as they continued to speed down the road. The man covered in scars from head to toe said nothing as the speeder pulled up to a white unmarked facility past the gates of the imperial tower. Exiting the speeder Martin and the other very scary man walked inside. While indoors dozens of people in white lab costs scurried everywhere to secure data on projects and other various materials. This was not of his concern though. What was his concern was suiting up and getting ready to defend his home from the protectorate. Stepping up to a machine Martin held out his arms out standing up straight the process would begin.
The Zodiac Heavy Plate Dura-Armor, a piece of art that was one of the most advanced armor systems in the galaxy. Noah Corek himself had seen it in action and was proven to be its lesser by the operators inside of it. The machine came to life and strapped the two men in armor from the feet up. As the armor clasped and clinked together working its way from the ground up the breast plate attached to his chest covering his body with nothing but thick plate armor, now more machine looking than man the last thing that could be seen of his humanity was his face, his puffy eyes still glazed with the tears of being torn from his family. "Amalia" was all he said as the helmet clasped over his head and pressurized. He was armored and ready for battle now, ready to fight for his home, ready to die for his wife and family against a man who could t let things go knowing hecwas the victor, ready to die against a war hungry republic using Jedi monks of peace and serenity as generals of their war machine. Martin had accepted what the empire did was wrong, but that was no reason for them to come and threaten his family with death and fire.
The machine powered down and Martin walked over to a nearby weapons rack, he grabbed a lot of things that was going to be needed for today. His IAS Smart Rifle with ten clips of ammo and various grenades strapped to a tactical vest that he adorned on to chest. A pump action scatter gun that he slung around his shoulder. And the last thing, a rocket launcher strapped to his back with only one shot in it. Taking his weapons he walked down a path alone to enter a hanger filled with shuttles. The ramp decended and Martin walked into it to sit down in one of the uncomfortable seats. If the protectorate wanted his home, they would have to kill him.
