Darren Onyx
Fallen
Onyx sat there in awe. In the back alley of a small bar on Coruscant, he stared at the concrete ground. In the lower levels, storms always hit them harder then the rest of the planet. Strangely enough. Onyx took it as a coincidence... It rained the day he was killed at that very spot. Betrayed by Kiyala Demont and Darren Shaw. Now he stood there, starring. Why? He didn't exactly know. He couldn't remember the exact day he died. However he knew it had been a few years since then and he figured he would go back.
He was killed for betraying the Empire and the dark side, something he never regretted. And now he was there, not long after the Empire fell, to remember what he died for- the betterment of the galaxy. The storm was hitting hard and he didn't like the feel of the rain on his burned skin. Turning heel he entered the small bar.
It was empty, much like the night he died. Setting himself at the usual spot in the back corner of the bar, where he could see everything including the entrances, he sighed. On the table sat a full bottle of Kuaty whiskey. Grabbing the bottle he took a small sip. Again he sighed, "Great job Darren," he whispered to himself. For the first time in a long time, maybe even since the day he died, he referred to himself as his true name. "You did your job..." Taking the whiskey he took a large gulp, almost half the bottle went down. "Now drink away your life."
@[member="Strider Garon"]
He was killed for betraying the Empire and the dark side, something he never regretted. And now he was there, not long after the Empire fell, to remember what he died for- the betterment of the galaxy. The storm was hitting hard and he didn't like the feel of the rain on his burned skin. Turning heel he entered the small bar.
It was empty, much like the night he died. Setting himself at the usual spot in the back corner of the bar, where he could see everything including the entrances, he sighed. On the table sat a full bottle of Kuaty whiskey. Grabbing the bottle he took a small sip. Again he sighed, "Great job Darren," he whispered to himself. For the first time in a long time, maybe even since the day he died, he referred to himself as his true name. "You did your job..." Taking the whiskey he took a large gulp, almost half the bottle went down. "Now drink away your life."
@[member="Strider Garon"]