Last Westgard Standing


Location: Space
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It had only been a few weeks after the events of Teta, since then Silas couldn't help but feel differently about himself.
He hadn't told a soul about the horrible truth that was told to him by


The more he kept it to himself, the more he grew frustrated and confused of how unclear his path was. He had only just began recovering properly from the death of his parents, and now an even bigger weight was placed onto his shoulders. It was almost overwhelming, to the point where he felt like snapping in two from the constant barrage of sorrow slamming into his soul like a wave hitting rocks. He couldn't tell anyone, not a single soul...
Silas sat unusually silent in the cockpit of Master Nobles ship, not really saying much unless he had too. The padawan had been like that since they got into the ship to respond to a distress signal close by, one that had been reported ransacked by Maw raiders. The pair hadn't really discussed about what was ahead, only a few words of what they had been doing recently. But other than that, his mood was clearly quite more reserved than normal. Gazing in front of him, he finally looked up to the focused Valery and broke his silence.
"Before we got onto the ship you mentioned you wanted to discuss something with me Master Valery, is there something you're worried about?" he asked cautiously, almost frightened that she had somehow found out about his bloodline.