Revenchent
Dungeon Master
To say things happened by coincidence, was to say that the entirety of the galaxy had been formed by chance. History in itself has been influenced numerous times just by chance. The spiritual would often call it destiny, as is the nature of sentient beings. If something does not have a name, then truly, does it even exist?
These thoughts plagued the Chieftain of Tal'verda as the small shuttle broke through Bonadan's atmosphere. Flight control had been of little issue, the Liberty Concord had done nothing wrong or illegal, and it's members could move about as average citizens. The reason for this venture was to recover one of the Monitor's probes. This particular probe had the blueprints to ships dating back to a time when the galaxy was subjugated to one 'Rakata Empire.' Calico's idea on this Empire was hazy at best; much knowledge had been lost in the dark age, and it had already been scarce to begin with.
In all honesty, this task could have been completed by one of the many young men and women ready to serve the Concord. Calico, however, needed time away. He wasn't suited to office work, and things had begun to weigh heavy on his heart. He paid little attention as the ship's pilot, an assassin droid known as Boxer, flew silently toward their destination. He stared out at the rolling yellows and browns of the contaminated sky, and wondered why people would allow a planet to fall into such disrepair.
He set his armored elbows on the small ledge connected to the outer window, and his chin on his metal encased knuckles. There were no more wars to be fought, no more suffering. Yet, he still recalled the faces of those lost so long ago, and some even more recently.
Was this the right choice?
Doubt was a creeping chill that settled over the soldier, forming icy cracks in his resolve and dampening the spirit. He simply stared as the world rushed by, occasionally eying his helmet idly, and wondered if his beloved had awoken after the long flight. This was partly to find some time alone with her, partly to test her skill, and partly the actual objective. Of course, if any other than her asked, Calico's answer would always be the latter.
@[member="Keziah Denko"]
These thoughts plagued the Chieftain of Tal'verda as the small shuttle broke through Bonadan's atmosphere. Flight control had been of little issue, the Liberty Concord had done nothing wrong or illegal, and it's members could move about as average citizens. The reason for this venture was to recover one of the Monitor's probes. This particular probe had the blueprints to ships dating back to a time when the galaxy was subjugated to one 'Rakata Empire.' Calico's idea on this Empire was hazy at best; much knowledge had been lost in the dark age, and it had already been scarce to begin with.
In all honesty, this task could have been completed by one of the many young men and women ready to serve the Concord. Calico, however, needed time away. He wasn't suited to office work, and things had begun to weigh heavy on his heart. He paid little attention as the ship's pilot, an assassin droid known as Boxer, flew silently toward their destination. He stared out at the rolling yellows and browns of the contaminated sky, and wondered why people would allow a planet to fall into such disrepair.
He set his armored elbows on the small ledge connected to the outer window, and his chin on his metal encased knuckles. There were no more wars to be fought, no more suffering. Yet, he still recalled the faces of those lost so long ago, and some even more recently.
Was this the right choice?
Doubt was a creeping chill that settled over the soldier, forming icy cracks in his resolve and dampening the spirit. He simply stared as the world rushed by, occasionally eying his helmet idly, and wondered if his beloved had awoken after the long flight. This was partly to find some time alone with her, partly to test her skill, and partly the actual objective. Of course, if any other than her asked, Calico's answer would always be the latter.
@[member="Keziah Denko"]