Sergeant Omen
Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
Tags: (closed) Aberrant,
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Objective: BYOO - Negotiate a way past a fight with Nat 20s
Location: Outskirts of Lower Level
Omen raised his head back as the human side of what he once saw as a monster but was now just a regular being wanting help started to be revealed and the monster side part started to peel away. He made no sudden movements as he heard some of her story and his suit was dragged away. Was he being crazy and also stupid, yes of course he was. But he wanted her to trust him and let her take away his only way of defense leveled the playing field for more discussion. They could make another thing of armor if necessary. No one could ever remake a first-time encounter. If she still wanted to fight, he always had his knife, rope and a grenade stowed away in his arms but hopefully, they were beyond that point. It was time to see if he could convenience her to stay level headed lay down her arms.
"Anywhere, though probably Felucia would be my choice. Good hunting there and enough cover for no one to bother you and no, I'm not kidding. I can and will take you there if you agree to stand down. No experimentation of any kind, no lies, nothing like that. I don't want to kill you... I don't want to kill a being who had seemed to have heartbreak after heartbreak in her life. I also know somewhat about what that is like to be unsupported and thrown away... Everyone wanted to cast me aside when I lost my limbs, even the Jedi. Only a few people gave me a chance to live. I'm trying to give you that chance right now because I can guarantee you it won't be given again by anyone else..."
He paused for a moment, trying to size her up. Hopefully, she was taking it seriously. He did have another plan in mind but it was so hair-brained that he wouldn't even attempt to bring it up till they were in his ship. In the meantime, all he could do is talk and listen.
"I had someone like that once... Someone who I would have followed to the end of the galaxy if possible... And my actions killed him... And I... I wasn't there to get him out of the mess I had put him in..." A single tear of grief, pain, and anger had built up over 800 years slid down his cheek, at having to be here in this strange universe without any friends or anyone to call on. His voice started to shake in anger as he pushed up words out of his mouth. Hopefully, the trooper wasn't shakey enough for her to still understand him. "Every day I get up and tell myself that I did the best I could. But there are always lingering doubts in my head about if I had checked the situation out more, if I had just spotted this one thing or noticed another, I wouldn't be here in this strange hostile universe and I won't be dying a little more inside every moment. But I also my brother wouldn't want me to feel that pain inside me forever because he would have wished for me to have a full life. He even sometimes talked about leaving the GAR and making up a new life, just for us... That is the reason is why I try to look to the future, how to make it better and try to give myself as much freedom as I possibly can. It also is why I'm trying to give you that seem chance to really live and have a freedom that only you can make for yourself rather than eating out of whatever scraps the higher-ups give you."
He sat down, crossing his legs in front of his monster, gazing up "Why don't you tell me about your brother while you decide whether you trust me or not? It sounds like you were really close to him. I know it won't help bring him back but maybe talking about him will make the pain go away. Maybe I'll talk more about my brother too while we are at it."
This... anyone would call him crazy for doing this. He was probably a lunatic and an idiot for even trying to talk to this grieving woman. But all sentient beings needed something to talk to once or twice in their lifetimes to feel like they weren't alone. Maybe this was one of those times.
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