Syd Celsius
The Reflection
Wearing: 451 Suit
Armed with: Wind and Fire Wheels (Twin blue bladed lightsabers)
Flying: Scorched Earth (Modified Star Courier) (https://starwarsrp.net/topic/136853-scorched-earth/#entry1868997)
The Fringes of SJO space could get remarkably lonely sometimes.
Syd welcomed this...sometimes.
Though she was terrible at socializing, nearly four centuries trapped in a rock had taught her being around others was a necessity, if only for the sake of maintaining one's sanity. But she still found herself occasionally wanting solitude...especially in light of recent revelations.
How does it feel? she imagined the First Sith she had ever killed would ask. How does it feel, living in a future where the one thing you can truly say is your own is the weight of all your bloody crimes as a Sith? A Sith barely anyone even remembers, let alone saw?
Syd regretted the musing. She was glad she wasn't that beast any longer. As Syd privately investigated more and more of that monster's crimes the more she realized had she run into the old her, Syd would have killed her without blinking. Syd might have even been actually slow about killing the old her, whose death she remembered clearly now, enough to know the Sith she had been deserved to get torn apart by magic. The pain had been agonizing. Madness inducing. Fitting.
Syd had been examining the shelves of small baubles and trinkets she had collected as time passed. (She had a fascination for shiny coins in particular.) She had collected, organized them, even though there was no need. It was the closest this heavily armed Star Courier could get to feeling like a home. Most times it was but a killing tool--
The ships alchemized sensors picked up a faint unreliable blip as she toyed with an ancient Nabooan coin as she went alert, adjusting the sensors carefully.
There. A ship trying to stay quiet. Syd engaged her WhisperThrust, but her nature as the Geist likely gave off a strong Force presence regardless. She had not been expecting anyone out her but ever since Ingo, she had been trying to discover the smuggling routes to The Sith Empire and plug them up.
Her ship's main weapons had three times the range of a ship this size so if worse came to worse she felt pretty good about her ranged options. And if it came to a dog fight, her armor could take a beating. The ship wasn't called The Scorched Earth for nothing.
She approached the other ship carefully, trying to get a feel for the danger as she got closer...
[member="Curtis Learchin"]
Armed with: Wind and Fire Wheels (Twin blue bladed lightsabers)
Flying: Scorched Earth (Modified Star Courier) (https://starwarsrp.net/topic/136853-scorched-earth/#entry1868997)
The Fringes of SJO space could get remarkably lonely sometimes.
Syd welcomed this...sometimes.
Though she was terrible at socializing, nearly four centuries trapped in a rock had taught her being around others was a necessity, if only for the sake of maintaining one's sanity. But she still found herself occasionally wanting solitude...especially in light of recent revelations.
How does it feel? she imagined the First Sith she had ever killed would ask. How does it feel, living in a future where the one thing you can truly say is your own is the weight of all your bloody crimes as a Sith? A Sith barely anyone even remembers, let alone saw?
Syd regretted the musing. She was glad she wasn't that beast any longer. As Syd privately investigated more and more of that monster's crimes the more she realized had she run into the old her, Syd would have killed her without blinking. Syd might have even been actually slow about killing the old her, whose death she remembered clearly now, enough to know the Sith she had been deserved to get torn apart by magic. The pain had been agonizing. Madness inducing. Fitting.
Syd had been examining the shelves of small baubles and trinkets she had collected as time passed. (She had a fascination for shiny coins in particular.) She had collected, organized them, even though there was no need. It was the closest this heavily armed Star Courier could get to feeling like a home. Most times it was but a killing tool--
The ships alchemized sensors picked up a faint unreliable blip as she toyed with an ancient Nabooan coin as she went alert, adjusting the sensors carefully.
There. A ship trying to stay quiet. Syd engaged her WhisperThrust, but her nature as the Geist likely gave off a strong Force presence regardless. She had not been expecting anyone out her but ever since Ingo, she had been trying to discover the smuggling routes to The Sith Empire and plug them up.
Her ship's main weapons had three times the range of a ship this size so if worse came to worse she felt pretty good about her ranged options. And if it came to a dog fight, her armor could take a beating. The ship wasn't called The Scorched Earth for nothing.
She approached the other ship carefully, trying to get a feel for the danger as she got closer...
[member="Curtis Learchin"]