Substitute Guardian
[#] Now Playing... [Midnight Demons]
Trouble stirred within the domed city, a blanketing expanse of infrastructure surrounding a planet among the Outer Rim Territories.
[#]"The impact occurred at exactly 0100 this morning, so an hour ago. There are reports of a rampage in the area-"
[^]"No, no, no. You did NOT just say that in military time. Noooo way - I need to check my fingers every time you do that!"
[#]"Yeah, I know. Every time you need to stretch a pinky finger in those gloves I can hear the suspension kick in."
[^]"Okay, right, so first of all, these ARE NOT GLOVES--"
A boy was bickering at his earpiece while he leisurely walked through colorful streets. Everyone that passed by gawked at the heavy gauntlets swinging at his sides like a pair of flails. Everyone gave him just the right amount of space to avoid being punted into a building on accident. Dice Thorne couldn't take the hint.
[^]"Yes, I know, hello, charming hero walking by. Take pictures - maybe if I walk slow enough, someone can paint me a caricature!"
In reality Dice was anxious over all the unnecessary attention he was getting. It wasn't the GOOD attention, like the kind he got when he did the whole hero thing. His conclusion was that he needed to get to the source of the impact as soon as possible, so people would stop paying attention to his "difference" and start paying attention to his courageous actions.
-But he was also running because he knew the potential for further harm to innocent civilians. Even if he was an egotistical teenager, his priority was absolute.
A few blocks ahead, people were screaming in panic, desperately banging on doors for sanctuary or sprinting down alleys and streets. A large Gen'dai male with a small army of battle droids was reducing city blocks into rubble with plasma fire. The aesthetics of the battle droids were different from usual models. Their faces were replaced with a flat metal mask with distending mandibles, and their colors were black with white vertical stripes. The Gen'dai warrior had a similar color palette - walking around in heavy plated armor with a flag attached to his back. The symbol on the flag was the same as the mask the battle droids wore - was he some kind of warlord? Did he belong to any clan, military or organization?
Whatever the case, Dice Thorne was closing in on the destination. The panic had spread further across the city, as more people ran in the opposite direction of Dice as he got closer to the Gen'dai threat. As people passed Dice by, he gave them small consoling words as he went along.
[^]"Everything's going to be okay."
[^]"Ma'am, don't look back, I'll get your husband out of there..."
[^]"I don't know what's happening sir, just keep following the others."

Trouble stirred within the domed city, a blanketing expanse of infrastructure surrounding a planet among the Outer Rim Territories.
[#]"The impact occurred at exactly 0100 this morning, so an hour ago. There are reports of a rampage in the area-"
[^]"No, no, no. You did NOT just say that in military time. Noooo way - I need to check my fingers every time you do that!"
[#]"Yeah, I know. Every time you need to stretch a pinky finger in those gloves I can hear the suspension kick in."
[^]"Okay, right, so first of all, these ARE NOT GLOVES--"
A boy was bickering at his earpiece while he leisurely walked through colorful streets. Everyone that passed by gawked at the heavy gauntlets swinging at his sides like a pair of flails. Everyone gave him just the right amount of space to avoid being punted into a building on accident. Dice Thorne couldn't take the hint.
[^]"Yes, I know, hello, charming hero walking by. Take pictures - maybe if I walk slow enough, someone can paint me a caricature!"
In reality Dice was anxious over all the unnecessary attention he was getting. It wasn't the GOOD attention, like the kind he got when he did the whole hero thing. His conclusion was that he needed to get to the source of the impact as soon as possible, so people would stop paying attention to his "difference" and start paying attention to his courageous actions.
-But he was also running because he knew the potential for further harm to innocent civilians. Even if he was an egotistical teenager, his priority was absolute.
A few blocks ahead, people were screaming in panic, desperately banging on doors for sanctuary or sprinting down alleys and streets. A large Gen'dai male with a small army of battle droids was reducing city blocks into rubble with plasma fire. The aesthetics of the battle droids were different from usual models. Their faces were replaced with a flat metal mask with distending mandibles, and their colors were black with white vertical stripes. The Gen'dai warrior had a similar color palette - walking around in heavy plated armor with a flag attached to his back. The symbol on the flag was the same as the mask the battle droids wore - was he some kind of warlord? Did he belong to any clan, military or organization?
Whatever the case, Dice Thorne was closing in on the destination. The panic had spread further across the city, as more people ran in the opposite direction of Dice as he got closer to the Gen'dai threat. As people passed Dice by, he gave them small consoling words as he went along.
[^]"Everything's going to be okay."
[^]"Ma'am, don't look back, I'll get your husband out of there..."
[^]"I don't know what's happening sir, just keep following the others."
[^]"Don't worry."