CT-2295 "Bison"
Character
This is directly after the events depicted in my backstory, which can be found here
Bison walked over the crest of the Canyon that the Cryo facility sat inside of, isolated from the rest of
the world. He flipped down his macrobinoculars, observing the area in front of him, seeing a long stretch of open ground, and at the edges of the macrobinoculars range he spotted what seemed to be a space port of some type. He prepared himself for the long trek ahead, his thoughts clouded with memories of his lost brothers, and the hardships they had shared. He lost track of time, reliving the memories of the Clone Wars, however long ago they had been, feeling the pain as if it had just happened yesterday, because it had for him. The grief built up inside of him, pain that he had submerged in the heat of combat, the face he had put up for his brothers, now came pouring through him.
Bison collapsed against a large rock, exhausted both physically and mentally. he closed
his eyes, remembering dragging his fallen brother... CT-3721. The shrapnel from the blast had cut his femoral artery, leading him to bleed out before the squad medic CT-5160 "Doc" could get over to them, the hail of blaster fire blocked off any chance of evacuating him. Bison hadn't comforted his fallen brother, he only got back to work, engaging the droids that prevented his brothers treatment. Bison kept glancing at his brother as he went back into cover, seeing the life slowly slip from his body.
A sharp crack interrupts the memory, bringing Bison back to the present, he gets off
the ground. Sweeping his rifle left to right, Bison searches for the creature that made the sound, he quietly maneuvers around the rock before coming across a small, harmless creature. He chuckles a bit before shaking his head in disbelief. He look off into the distance to the space port and nods to himself, getting back to his long solemn journey.
As Dawn approaches Bison walked into the small Space Port, one of the two craft landed there
was preparing to lift off, cargo being loaded onto the freighter, with dock workers absent mindedly going about their task. Bison slipped in between cargo, hiding himself from sight, before slipping into the freighter, destination unknown. He slipped in between two slabs of cargo, the gap barely big enough to sit comfortably. He felt the engines hum as they powered up, then the jolt of being thrusted into light speed, destination unknown.