Sorin Vanado
Character
The static of the receiver drowned out the silence, but it could not hold back the tension felt by all that would later listen to its recordings. The blood, sweat, tears of all the men and women he killed would be left as a testimony to all those who live and die, for in his waking eyes, he would never forgive himself, and never would he forget. Not one face; not one name. In one day, his life was changed, and in one day, so shall it again. The static ceased, and the holocron sprang to life.
"When did it start? When did I feel like I died?" said the voice, solid, secure, and thoughtful in its resolute demeanor. Even the fool knows how to play the game, and a fool he knew he was, for the wisest of all could not teach the dead. "I speak now before you...to deliver my own perdition...morality is a false concept, but justice is far from mortal. We often think of punishment as an equalization, something to fit the crime committed, but justice is not a linear perspective. If it was, then I should die a thousand times over for the lives I have taken, and tortured for the flesh I have scarred. No...justice is far crueler. This...is the justice I give, for the voices who cannot speak."
"Be all my sins remembered."
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'Sorin! Wake up! SORIN!'
Consciousness slowly crept into his mind, and for what seemed like a very long time, became aware of the lights around him. And the smoke...is something burning? A loud roar of fire could be felt nearby, and a low rubble vibrated all the way to his bones. An explosion had just occurred nearby. "Ahh!" His throat hurt, his muscles were sore, and when he rolled, he fell off a medic table. He hit the solid ground with a dull thud, and could now feel every ache of his body, but it surprisingly drowned the pain he felt from hitting his ass on the cold floor.
'Sorin, get out of there! I did not just revive you so you can be roasted alive!'
Then he became aware of the heat nearby, and it made him feel like he was being cooked in an oven...or something, not as if he knew how that felt, but he wasn't about to find out either. With his muscles screaming to stop, he got up and ran straight out the nearby door. Everything was spinning, the light of the fire like a pounding in his head, but he could make out the general shape of where he was going...which was not toward any fire nearby, and there was a lot of it. A deep voice suddenly echoed through the hall he was in. "Thermal Shielding Failing. Power now at 56 percent."
'Damn it, Sorin, get the hell out of here!'
A woman's voice...he didn't know if that was comforting, or another regret from another heavy night of drinking people under the table. Wouldn't be the first time, but this was a first for appearing up somewhere that has a fire going. With his awareness and vision slowly returning, he knew he was in a hallway, more specifically in a ship. Most of the interior was busted to hell, fires spread out, but he had enough room to run and get out of there. So, he did. Avoiding the fire was easy enough, so long as it wasn't a million degrees in here. He became aware he was in a bacta suit, skin fit over his toned frame, but modesty was not entirely a high priority at the moment. He was more concerned of where the voices were coming from. He already had one in his head before; he didn't need another one.
'Turn left up here.' Sorin skidded to a halt as he turned around. There was no one behind him, or in front, and it wasn't like the other voice in the hall, so what... 'Trust me, you're not going crazy. I'm speaking to you through your neural schematics.'
"In my mind, then?"
'Specifically your nerves, and it's being processed as a voice, just like a hallucination, only this one is real. Now, I would love to continue talking, but there are pirates trying to board us.'
"WHAT?!?! Now you tell me!" Bolting down the hallway, he continues down, taking the left he was told, and hoped that wherever he was going, it was to get the hell out of here. After a few more passages, he comes to a hall door, but when he tries the panel, it remains closed.
'The hallway's override is-'
"I know!" He was already two steps ahead of her as he tore off a nearby panel, and started to sort through wires. He hoped he didn't get shocked in the process, but in a situation like this, dying from an electric shock seemed to be the least of his worries. "While I'm doing this, who are you?"
'I don't have a name.' What? Odd for someone in his head, but he didn't get many visitors in there anyway. His confusion must have been apparent, for she continued. 'In your terms, I am like an AI, but created through a process I do not understand. I was made to help you, but I do not know for what purpose.'
"Who made you?"
'I don't know. They never told me who they were, but from my understanding, you have been in suspended animation for the past eight years.'
"WHAT!?" Just as he exhaled, the door opened, and he ceased his task, his head turned to see down the hallway, but saw nothing. It was just as weird, because he hadn't found the right configuration for the door yet, so what opened it? It didn't matter at this point, because he was already on the move, each stride taking him closer to wherever he was going next. "You mean to tell me I have been asleep for eight years?! How?!"
'I do not know. I was only instructed to revive you in the case of an attack, and to help escape from this place.'
"This place being...?" Just as he turned a corner, he took a few steps down a glass hallway, and saw exactly where he was. Metal floated everywhere in the vacuum of space as he saw parts of the station seem to be tore apart by random, minature explosions. In the background, a star was nearby, and more nearby than he had wanted it to be. Thanks to the energy shielding of the station, the sun was tolerable to see, and not be blinded by its radiation. Bad news was that it was getting closer, much too quickly. "You mean we're near a sun?!" He started running before she could begin talking.
'Yes, in an abandoned station left here long ago to study the decay of stars. The ones who created me repaired its essential functions, including shields, and weaponry. This weaponry, however, was outdated and could not stop the pirates who came here.' With a glance to the side, he could see a freighter docked with one of the hangers, and unfortunately in the direction of where he was going. 'Even the shields failed against them. There are many docking hangers, but I do not know of any ships that are still operational.'
"Which means you don't know where the weapons are either."
'I am afraid so.'
"At the very least, am I the only one who can hear you?"
'Yes, currently.'
"Great, so that means if I die from a damn pirate, I'm going to look like a crazy person talking to himself."
'At least if you die, you won't care afterward.' As weird as everything was starting to be, he could not find any fault in her reasoning. He reached the end of the hallway, the doorway half-way closed, but he was able to squeeze his way through without much difficulty. Still no sign of anyone else, but the more he looked, the more he realized that this place was definitely older than the usual places. If he had to guess, this was an old Confederate Station back during the Civil War, making it over 800 years old. Speaking of age...if he had been in animation for eight years...that would make the current date 844 ABY. So for all purposes, he should be 28, maybe even 29, yet he doesn't feel a day older than when he remembered. Speaking of which...what does he remember? He was at the battle of Korriban...but the Sith were losing, badly. Next thing he could remember, he woke up here. What happened?
As Sorin walked the halls, he hoped he could find answers...and soon...preferably without any pirates if that was possible.
"When did it start? When did I feel like I died?" said the voice, solid, secure, and thoughtful in its resolute demeanor. Even the fool knows how to play the game, and a fool he knew he was, for the wisest of all could not teach the dead. "I speak now before you...to deliver my own perdition...morality is a false concept, but justice is far from mortal. We often think of punishment as an equalization, something to fit the crime committed, but justice is not a linear perspective. If it was, then I should die a thousand times over for the lives I have taken, and tortured for the flesh I have scarred. No...justice is far crueler. This...is the justice I give, for the voices who cannot speak."
"Be all my sins remembered."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Sorin! Wake up! SORIN!'
Consciousness slowly crept into his mind, and for what seemed like a very long time, became aware of the lights around him. And the smoke...is something burning? A loud roar of fire could be felt nearby, and a low rubble vibrated all the way to his bones. An explosion had just occurred nearby. "Ahh!" His throat hurt, his muscles were sore, and when he rolled, he fell off a medic table. He hit the solid ground with a dull thud, and could now feel every ache of his body, but it surprisingly drowned the pain he felt from hitting his ass on the cold floor.
'Sorin, get out of there! I did not just revive you so you can be roasted alive!'
Then he became aware of the heat nearby, and it made him feel like he was being cooked in an oven...or something, not as if he knew how that felt, but he wasn't about to find out either. With his muscles screaming to stop, he got up and ran straight out the nearby door. Everything was spinning, the light of the fire like a pounding in his head, but he could make out the general shape of where he was going...which was not toward any fire nearby, and there was a lot of it. A deep voice suddenly echoed through the hall he was in. "Thermal Shielding Failing. Power now at 56 percent."
'Damn it, Sorin, get the hell out of here!'
A woman's voice...he didn't know if that was comforting, or another regret from another heavy night of drinking people under the table. Wouldn't be the first time, but this was a first for appearing up somewhere that has a fire going. With his awareness and vision slowly returning, he knew he was in a hallway, more specifically in a ship. Most of the interior was busted to hell, fires spread out, but he had enough room to run and get out of there. So, he did. Avoiding the fire was easy enough, so long as it wasn't a million degrees in here. He became aware he was in a bacta suit, skin fit over his toned frame, but modesty was not entirely a high priority at the moment. He was more concerned of where the voices were coming from. He already had one in his head before; he didn't need another one.
'Turn left up here.' Sorin skidded to a halt as he turned around. There was no one behind him, or in front, and it wasn't like the other voice in the hall, so what... 'Trust me, you're not going crazy. I'm speaking to you through your neural schematics.'
"In my mind, then?"
'Specifically your nerves, and it's being processed as a voice, just like a hallucination, only this one is real. Now, I would love to continue talking, but there are pirates trying to board us.'
"WHAT?!?! Now you tell me!" Bolting down the hallway, he continues down, taking the left he was told, and hoped that wherever he was going, it was to get the hell out of here. After a few more passages, he comes to a hall door, but when he tries the panel, it remains closed.
'The hallway's override is-'
"I know!" He was already two steps ahead of her as he tore off a nearby panel, and started to sort through wires. He hoped he didn't get shocked in the process, but in a situation like this, dying from an electric shock seemed to be the least of his worries. "While I'm doing this, who are you?"
'I don't have a name.' What? Odd for someone in his head, but he didn't get many visitors in there anyway. His confusion must have been apparent, for she continued. 'In your terms, I am like an AI, but created through a process I do not understand. I was made to help you, but I do not know for what purpose.'
"Who made you?"
'I don't know. They never told me who they were, but from my understanding, you have been in suspended animation for the past eight years.'
"WHAT!?" Just as he exhaled, the door opened, and he ceased his task, his head turned to see down the hallway, but saw nothing. It was just as weird, because he hadn't found the right configuration for the door yet, so what opened it? It didn't matter at this point, because he was already on the move, each stride taking him closer to wherever he was going next. "You mean to tell me I have been asleep for eight years?! How?!"
'I do not know. I was only instructed to revive you in the case of an attack, and to help escape from this place.'
"This place being...?" Just as he turned a corner, he took a few steps down a glass hallway, and saw exactly where he was. Metal floated everywhere in the vacuum of space as he saw parts of the station seem to be tore apart by random, minature explosions. In the background, a star was nearby, and more nearby than he had wanted it to be. Thanks to the energy shielding of the station, the sun was tolerable to see, and not be blinded by its radiation. Bad news was that it was getting closer, much too quickly. "You mean we're near a sun?!" He started running before she could begin talking.
'Yes, in an abandoned station left here long ago to study the decay of stars. The ones who created me repaired its essential functions, including shields, and weaponry. This weaponry, however, was outdated and could not stop the pirates who came here.' With a glance to the side, he could see a freighter docked with one of the hangers, and unfortunately in the direction of where he was going. 'Even the shields failed against them. There are many docking hangers, but I do not know of any ships that are still operational.'
"Which means you don't know where the weapons are either."
'I am afraid so.'
"At the very least, am I the only one who can hear you?"
'Yes, currently.'
"Great, so that means if I die from a damn pirate, I'm going to look like a crazy person talking to himself."
'At least if you die, you won't care afterward.' As weird as everything was starting to be, he could not find any fault in her reasoning. He reached the end of the hallway, the doorway half-way closed, but he was able to squeeze his way through without much difficulty. Still no sign of anyone else, but the more he looked, the more he realized that this place was definitely older than the usual places. If he had to guess, this was an old Confederate Station back during the Civil War, making it over 800 years old. Speaking of age...if he had been in animation for eight years...that would make the current date 844 ABY. So for all purposes, he should be 28, maybe even 29, yet he doesn't feel a day older than when he remembered. Speaking of which...what does he remember? He was at the battle of Korriban...but the Sith were losing, badly. Next thing he could remember, he woke up here. What happened?
As Sorin walked the halls, he hoped he could find answers...and soon...preferably without any pirates if that was possible.