Akio Diachi
For it was All but a Dream
Akio stood atop the mountain overlooking the wasteland. Before he had been here, he knew it. He knew he had been trained by the Xavka Duquo, in what felt like ages ago--no, a second life. But the Chiss felt like he was watching it from someone else's life. Since his rebirth, his memories were sporadic at best, but they were there/
Now the Force had pulled him here, and without question, Akio had followed. First he he had hitched a ride from Tenloss to Dorumas Kaas, then from there he had stowed away on a ship to Naboo, that later led him here. The trip was long and roundabout but, he was following the Force every step, which was what made it worth every long, winding way.
And now, here he stood. Waiting for its next pull. Like a strong vigilant man stands upon the wall, the thin-bodied, short Chiss stood on the precipice. The hot wind picked up, making his armor, the Hsepo vesir, flutter softly. Its loud Force aura would attract attention, he supposed that it was the will of the Force, either way, whether he attracted the attention or not. The Force had given him that armor, it had led him to it in a long protracted fight, and now he would wear it proudly, just like his other gear that it had led him on.
One does best to not always live in the past, Akio reminded himself, but through it we may often know of the future.
Now the Force had pulled him here, and without question, Akio had followed. First he he had hitched a ride from Tenloss to Dorumas Kaas, then from there he had stowed away on a ship to Naboo, that later led him here. The trip was long and roundabout but, he was following the Force every step, which was what made it worth every long, winding way.
And now, here he stood. Waiting for its next pull. Like a strong vigilant man stands upon the wall, the thin-bodied, short Chiss stood on the precipice. The hot wind picked up, making his armor, the Hsepo vesir, flutter softly. Its loud Force aura would attract attention, he supposed that it was the will of the Force, either way, whether he attracted the attention or not. The Force had given him that armor, it had led him to it in a long protracted fight, and now he would wear it proudly, just like his other gear that it had led him on.
One does best to not always live in the past, Akio reminded himself, but through it we may often know of the future.