Jack Sandrow
Writer, Character, Invasive Species
Est. year: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Planet: Zonama Sekot
Jack gently leapt off a stump, settling gracefully to the ground some 70 feet higher up, on the edge of a short cliff. He sat down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. He wanted to ask a few questions, and the best way to do that was to contact Sekot directly.
I am here. May I speak with you?
The weight of the planet slowly began to turn towards him, and he raised his face slightly (eyes still closed) to take in the attention. When he opened his eyes again, Sekot 'stood' before him, arms crossed. Yes?
Jack blinked. "....Am I interrupting something?"
Sekot said nothing.
"...What's wrong?"
Nothing again.
"I'm not telepathic, you need to talk to me."
Why do you want to learn from me?
The words caught in Jack's throat. Was... was he not...? "I... because it's knowledge that needs to be remembered?"
Why are you trying to learn Vong-shaping techniques?
"...I... because it relates to me??"
You would inflict pain to further your own self-interest?
Jack was speechless.
Not only would you inflict pain, but you would twist nature to your whim, solely for your own benefit.
"No... I don't.... Have I been...?"
AND YOU DON'T EVEN REALIZE IT. Sekot hovered before him, twisting and churning in rage. Their hand reached out, and Jack yelped as he found himself suddenly yanked into midair. The yelp was choked out midway, and Jack clutched at his throat.
TO THIS MOMENT I HAVE SHOWN YOU GRACE. TO THIS MOMENT I HAVE LET YOU LIVE WITH MY FAMILIES. TO THIS MOMENT YOU ARE AT ONE WITH MY WORLD. BUT NO LONGER.
Jack coughed, trying to suck down air as best as he could. "S-Sekot..."
I WILL NOT ABIDE YOUR PAIN ANY LONGER.
Their arm flung out. Jack had a split second to process before he found himself hurtling off the cliff.
Ahhhh.... kriff.
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Location: Unknown
Planet: Zonama Sekot
Jack gently leapt off a stump, settling gracefully to the ground some 70 feet higher up, on the edge of a short cliff. He sat down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. He wanted to ask a few questions, and the best way to do that was to contact Sekot directly.
I am here. May I speak with you?
The weight of the planet slowly began to turn towards him, and he raised his face slightly (eyes still closed) to take in the attention. When he opened his eyes again, Sekot 'stood' before him, arms crossed. Yes?
Jack blinked. "....Am I interrupting something?"
Sekot said nothing.
"...What's wrong?"
Nothing again.
"I'm not telepathic, you need to talk to me."
Why do you want to learn from me?
The words caught in Jack's throat. Was... was he not...? "I... because it's knowledge that needs to be remembered?"
Why are you trying to learn Vong-shaping techniques?
"...I... because it relates to me??"
You would inflict pain to further your own self-interest?
Jack was speechless.
Not only would you inflict pain, but you would twist nature to your whim, solely for your own benefit.
"No... I don't.... Have I been...?"
AND YOU DON'T EVEN REALIZE IT. Sekot hovered before him, twisting and churning in rage. Their hand reached out, and Jack yelped as he found himself suddenly yanked into midair. The yelp was choked out midway, and Jack clutched at his throat.
TO THIS MOMENT I HAVE SHOWN YOU GRACE. TO THIS MOMENT I HAVE LET YOU LIVE WITH MY FAMILIES. TO THIS MOMENT YOU ARE AT ONE WITH MY WORLD. BUT NO LONGER.
Jack coughed, trying to suck down air as best as he could. "S-Sekot..."
I WILL NOT ABIDE YOUR PAIN ANY LONGER.
Their arm flung out. Jack had a split second to process before he found himself hurtling off the cliff.
Ahhhh.... kriff.
REDIRECT --> https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/putrefaction.181569/
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