Resident President Meme
Something was coming. Darlyn could feel as much in his bones, in his very center of being. More than that, he could tell that whatever was coming would be troubling for him, not unlike the bad feeling that precognition would give before marching to war. Normally this might not be such a problem, the galaxy was at war for its own survival after all, but things were going quite well overall for the most part. Many victories against the Sith, and no shortage of people finally deciding to cooperate for the sake of life itself. Truthfully there was no reason for him to personally feel at peril, with war so far out of the way.
So why was he so on edge?
He couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how hard he tried, until finally he opted to be safe. He sat himself down at his desk after donning his beskar'gam, and went about writing a series of letters. One for every person he believed may need to know something, or who he had planned to speak with regarding a project or another. Things he wanted said and done, in case he would be unable to say or do them later.
It took the better part of several hours to write his letters, to seal them shut and place each on his desk in a noticable fashion. With each letter he placed, he began to remember his dreams, piecing together what he feared may be the coming peril. His personal nightmare. By the last of his letters, he was able to put it into words at last for someone to hear his exact fears. The worry his dreams would be true.
He placed his lightsabers on two of the letters, and hid away Exar Kun's in a locked chest in his room. There it would be safe for the time being, at least until he could retrieve it himself. Returning from his bedroom to his office, he descended the staircase slowly. There was a feeling in his stomach, the same you'd have before a long journey. A pain not unlike longing, that made him only wish to stay here forever. It wasn't a guarantee of course... but his anxiety feared it more than dying.
He retrieved from his weapons case two westar 34 blasters, strapping them to his belt holsters slowly. No swords, no lightsabers, why did he feel that would be wise? Yet he couldn't bear the thought of leaving nothing behind if his fears were true, for his daughter and for his beloved. Hope is strongest with some personal tie....
He retrieved his personal blaster, strapping it to his chest with a grim sort of determinstion. If the value of an item as a personal tie was true to what he believed, maybe his dad's blaster would prove an ironic boon in that regard. If nothing else it would give him a reminder where he needed to be.
After all that, and collecting a pouch of darts for his armor's dart launcher, Darlyn stood in the center of his office quietly. There wasn't much else to do, and no point in taking a drink this time. He could feel that peril's paranoia reaching a breaking point. He took a breath, and closed his eyes. Something was finally here, and his thoughts drifted to his dreams. Well, if that does happen... I was always curious what that place looked like.
Then he was gone. Guards would eventually find him gone, and his letters awaiting them. It would be a long couple of months before he would come home. Until the gateways would open for others to follow him.
So why was he so on edge?
He couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how hard he tried, until finally he opted to be safe. He sat himself down at his desk after donning his beskar'gam, and went about writing a series of letters. One for every person he believed may need to know something, or who he had planned to speak with regarding a project or another. Things he wanted said and done, in case he would be unable to say or do them later.
It took the better part of several hours to write his letters, to seal them shut and place each on his desk in a noticable fashion. With each letter he placed, he began to remember his dreams, piecing together what he feared may be the coming peril. His personal nightmare. By the last of his letters, he was able to put it into words at last for someone to hear his exact fears. The worry his dreams would be true.
He placed his lightsabers on two of the letters, and hid away Exar Kun's in a locked chest in his room. There it would be safe for the time being, at least until he could retrieve it himself. Returning from his bedroom to his office, he descended the staircase slowly. There was a feeling in his stomach, the same you'd have before a long journey. A pain not unlike longing, that made him only wish to stay here forever. It wasn't a guarantee of course... but his anxiety feared it more than dying.
He retrieved from his weapons case two westar 34 blasters, strapping them to his belt holsters slowly. No swords, no lightsabers, why did he feel that would be wise? Yet he couldn't bear the thought of leaving nothing behind if his fears were true, for his daughter and for his beloved. Hope is strongest with some personal tie....
He retrieved his personal blaster, strapping it to his chest with a grim sort of determinstion. If the value of an item as a personal tie was true to what he believed, maybe his dad's blaster would prove an ironic boon in that regard. If nothing else it would give him a reminder where he needed to be.
After all that, and collecting a pouch of darts for his armor's dart launcher, Darlyn stood in the center of his office quietly. There wasn't much else to do, and no point in taking a drink this time. He could feel that peril's paranoia reaching a breaking point. He took a breath, and closed his eyes. Something was finally here, and his thoughts drifted to his dreams. Well, if that does happen... I was always curious what that place looked like.
Then he was gone. Guards would eventually find him gone, and his letters awaiting them. It would be a long couple of months before he would come home. Until the gateways would open for others to follow him.