L O S T
Things had been going so well.
Luce had settled in among the Cordel Household, he had been home schooled and taught the importance of maintaining a noble air about himself. He was well dressed, clean shaven, neat and tidy... And his vendetta against the idiot who inadvertently killed dear Lars had been suppressed.
But the coil which had wrapped around his previous habits had sprung open. And the young Shorn had seen red.
He had left the Household without a word to [member='Lucien Cordel'] or any of the man's Staff, even stealing a ship on the way out. He had no doubt that Lucien would catch up with him, but for now he would do what he needed to and face the consequences later.
The ship had descended to Fresia, where his nemesis' family had resettled after Cordel had orchestrated their downfall. But political and monetary grief was not enough, not for the young Shorn whose fury bubbled underneath the surface.
He had to pay.
From there Luce had hunted down the boy - who was around his age - and his family, who lived in what would still be considered a moderately large home compared to the majority of the Galaxy. Nothing at all like the manors Cordel owned.
The ensuing conflict hadn't lasted very long. While the boy and his Father had been Saber Rakes, like Luce himself, they weren't that well versed in combat... It had been mostly for show, fancy fencing. The House was reduced to nothingness, though their home was left in tact. Shorn had no qualms with whoever might be next to move in.
But something didn't sit right in him. Despite the fact that he had avenged Lars, Luce felt sick to his stomach and it didn't take long for him to realise what he had done. Therein he was physically sick, and by the time he had recomposed himself the Planetary Enforcers had been unleashed.
Now Luce sat on a stiff metal bed, the red glare of his prison walls, purely energy based, was all around. The boy slumped, his head in his hands, and realised that what Lucien had been trying to teach him had been right all along. By reducing himself to the scoundrels level, he had lost his integrity. And it felt horrible.
He might have cried, if not for the security feeds that were no doubt present in the room.
[member="Sage Bane"]
Luce had settled in among the Cordel Household, he had been home schooled and taught the importance of maintaining a noble air about himself. He was well dressed, clean shaven, neat and tidy... And his vendetta against the idiot who inadvertently killed dear Lars had been suppressed.
But the coil which had wrapped around his previous habits had sprung open. And the young Shorn had seen red.
He had left the Household without a word to [member='Lucien Cordel'] or any of the man's Staff, even stealing a ship on the way out. He had no doubt that Lucien would catch up with him, but for now he would do what he needed to and face the consequences later.
The ship had descended to Fresia, where his nemesis' family had resettled after Cordel had orchestrated their downfall. But political and monetary grief was not enough, not for the young Shorn whose fury bubbled underneath the surface.
He had to pay.
From there Luce had hunted down the boy - who was around his age - and his family, who lived in what would still be considered a moderately large home compared to the majority of the Galaxy. Nothing at all like the manors Cordel owned.
The ensuing conflict hadn't lasted very long. While the boy and his Father had been Saber Rakes, like Luce himself, they weren't that well versed in combat... It had been mostly for show, fancy fencing. The House was reduced to nothingness, though their home was left in tact. Shorn had no qualms with whoever might be next to move in.
But something didn't sit right in him. Despite the fact that he had avenged Lars, Luce felt sick to his stomach and it didn't take long for him to realise what he had done. Therein he was physically sick, and by the time he had recomposed himself the Planetary Enforcers had been unleashed.
Now Luce sat on a stiff metal bed, the red glare of his prison walls, purely energy based, was all around. The boy slumped, his head in his hands, and realised that what Lucien had been trying to teach him had been right all along. By reducing himself to the scoundrels level, he had lost his integrity. And it felt horrible.
He might have cried, if not for the security feeds that were no doubt present in the room.
[member="Sage Bane"]