Subject 37
The Cracked Mirror
[member="Joza Perl"]
Jorg slowly curled his toes, his arms resting on his knees, his feet planted firmly in the sand.
A sea breeze pushed by him, slowly pulling through his hair and spreading a pleasant air of salt. He smiled for just a moment, though the expression went away just as quickly as it had come. His eyes slowly floated over the ocean before him, his gaze contemplative and wondering.
This world wasn't exactly his dream vacation, in fact, he was pretty sure he didn't even have a dream vacation. After everything on Cloud City however, after his near court martial and the reprimands he had received the head of the 5th Legion had insisted that he take some shore leave. Jorg hadn't done something like that since the first few days of the One Sith, mostly because he'd never had the time for it. The Sith had never granted leave, only rotated soldiers to and from the front.
It had been it's own kind of reprieve, and now...now it seemed far more normal.
His fingers slowly cured into tight fists before uncurling. His gaze skipped away from the ocean in front of him for just a few moments, sailing down the beach. Most people had left already, with the sun crawling towards the horizon it was time for better suited night time activities. Jorg couldn't blame them, but he himself liked the silence that was slowly falling over the beach.
The Soldier closed his eyes.
Peace and quiet were so rare.
In the barracks there was always noise, someone cleaning, someone snoring. There was always something. On the battlefield it was the same way, silence was rare, it was something to be feared. Silence meant that something else was coming, something worse.
The soldier let out a deep breath, his eyes remaining closed as he simply tried to focus on the breeze gently rushing over his skin.
He tried to relax, tried to slow the rushing beat of his heart, tried to do anything to calm himself.
Yet all he felt was his nerves continuing to fray.
Jorg slowly curled his toes, his arms resting on his knees, his feet planted firmly in the sand.
A sea breeze pushed by him, slowly pulling through his hair and spreading a pleasant air of salt. He smiled for just a moment, though the expression went away just as quickly as it had come. His eyes slowly floated over the ocean before him, his gaze contemplative and wondering.
This world wasn't exactly his dream vacation, in fact, he was pretty sure he didn't even have a dream vacation. After everything on Cloud City however, after his near court martial and the reprimands he had received the head of the 5th Legion had insisted that he take some shore leave. Jorg hadn't done something like that since the first few days of the One Sith, mostly because he'd never had the time for it. The Sith had never granted leave, only rotated soldiers to and from the front.
It had been it's own kind of reprieve, and now...now it seemed far more normal.
His fingers slowly cured into tight fists before uncurling. His gaze skipped away from the ocean in front of him for just a few moments, sailing down the beach. Most people had left already, with the sun crawling towards the horizon it was time for better suited night time activities. Jorg couldn't blame them, but he himself liked the silence that was slowly falling over the beach.
The Soldier closed his eyes.
Peace and quiet were so rare.
In the barracks there was always noise, someone cleaning, someone snoring. There was always something. On the battlefield it was the same way, silence was rare, it was something to be feared. Silence meant that something else was coming, something worse.
The soldier let out a deep breath, his eyes remaining closed as he simply tried to focus on the breeze gently rushing over his skin.
He tried to relax, tried to slow the rushing beat of his heart, tried to do anything to calm himself.
Yet all he felt was his nerves continuing to fray.