Of Phoenix and Glaciers: Chapter One: Judgement Day

[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

"Tomorrow will be your Judgement Day, you Monster."​

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Those words echoed through my mind as I rush across Voss in each of [member="Ice Man"], the mercenary who shot me in the head almost four years ago. He claimed to want to finish the job, but now I want to finish him. "Death Log Day 5, HK-42 or 57 if you find these logs, burn them. I have hopefully found the coordinates. Good riddance." I find a darkly lit alley with one singular door at the end. "Better wait here." I search the perimeter and sense something, I instinctively duck behind a crate and draw my A.E.M.R. rifle, "I KNOW YOUR HERE ICE MAN! SHOW YOURSELF!"

 

[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

(don't know if you were tagged, or if you got the allert. So here is a little reminder [member="Ice Man"])

 

[Ice Man]

[member="Matthew (Rogue) Drevur"]

Ice Man came walking out from behind a pile of boxes. It was a very dimly lit area, and he didn't know who was trespassing in his garage. However, he seemed to recognize the voice. It sounded as if the voice was, a one that Ice Man hadn't heard since a long time ago. He slowly got up, with a DH-17 blaster in hand, and then it came to him, who the voice belonged to, the voice that screamed out in ultimate pain and suffering, a few years ago, that seemed like a long, long, long time ago.

"Well, my old friend. Please don't shoot, I mean you no harm, yet, in that matter."

"I won't attack you unless you do. I mean, couldn't I just sell you my ship? Could I just give you a few credits? I am not a piece of poodoo anymore. I serve in the fight against the First Order with honor. Think about what you'll do."

"Kill me, and you'll have a squad of Resistance troopers at your front door, or maybe a couple of proximity bombs under your ship. Settle this with verbal argument, and you might live for a few more decades, my pateesa."

 

[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

"I don't want your ship or your apologies. You tried to kill me! What excuse do you have for shooting me in the face, costing me my eyesight! I had to spend months recovering! Do you know what iv'e been through? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IV'E SEEN!" I lower my weapon cautiously and start pacing, "Iv'e spent the last four years dealing with my impaired eyesight. How would you like it if you have to wear a helmet for the rest of your life to see?"

[member="Ice Man"]