Galaar Tal'Verda
Just one more butchered soul.
Galaar removed his helmet with a low grunt. They were in off Coruscant now aboard a friend's ship that it was humming its way through the endless void of space on its way to some unmentioned Confederate world.
So the Seps are still around when our brothers aren't? We're alive when noboby else is slag it all. Slag it all.
He looked over from his bunk at Calico. The only remaining anchor he had left in this world. At least he had one brother left and at least they were free now. There was no more slave army, no more GAR, no more corrupt Jedi Generals that wanted nothing more than to seemingly control every living organism in the Galaxy for the sake of supposed peace.
The bunks in the ship were clean too at least and the room they were in was good enough to bunk eight or nine crewmen with ease. It was unused it seemed for the ship seemingly had a rather small crew and these bunks were just extra.
The urge to speak about what was going on keep on sliding over him. He tried to push it back again and again but it slowly returned with a sour taste that coated his mouth. It was horrid, this whole ordeal was horrid, everything about the day on Coruscant was besides the fact he found at least one brother. His mind kept prodding him and in finally broke, after all the stress the dam in his mind whelled too far and broke.
"You alright Ca'ika? Its been a long day..."
It was likely the first time Galaar was entirely serious since he joined Fox Squad and so to a man who had knew him so well. To his brother... It wouldn't feel Galaar nor really look like him. For the moment Galaar's constant, lucky, unwavering grin or smirk was gone and replaced by a look of confusion and emotional lashings.
@Calico RC-247
So the Seps are still around when our brothers aren't? We're alive when noboby else is slag it all. Slag it all.
He looked over from his bunk at Calico. The only remaining anchor he had left in this world. At least he had one brother left and at least they were free now. There was no more slave army, no more GAR, no more corrupt Jedi Generals that wanted nothing more than to seemingly control every living organism in the Galaxy for the sake of supposed peace.
The bunks in the ship were clean too at least and the room they were in was good enough to bunk eight or nine crewmen with ease. It was unused it seemed for the ship seemingly had a rather small crew and these bunks were just extra.
The urge to speak about what was going on keep on sliding over him. He tried to push it back again and again but it slowly returned with a sour taste that coated his mouth. It was horrid, this whole ordeal was horrid, everything about the day on Coruscant was besides the fact he found at least one brother. His mind kept prodding him and in finally broke, after all the stress the dam in his mind whelled too far and broke.
"You alright Ca'ika? Its been a long day..."
It was likely the first time Galaar was entirely serious since he joined Fox Squad and so to a man who had knew him so well. To his brother... It wouldn't feel Galaar nor really look like him. For the moment Galaar's constant, lucky, unwavering grin or smirk was gone and replaced by a look of confusion and emotional lashings.
@Calico RC-247