Character
Location: Dantooine, outskirts of ruined city post invasion
Equipment: Body/Suit/Sword, M-107 Anti-Material Rifle (five rounds), M-18 Pit Viper (one magazine of APFSDS rounds), 2 SYC Grenades, 2 Ion Grenades, 1 Flashbang, 2 DEX Satchel charges, EBFAK
Tag: G 3 M 1 N 1 , Var Talon
The wind howled through the ruined apartments that Aiden found himself hiding out in. At the fifth floor of an eight floor building he had a pretty decent spot to sit tight for a minute to rest after he’d fled the battle. The past few days had been him avoiding various patrols, running from search drones and other people in the city proper, and otherwise trying to stay away from anyone who might report him. Because they knew he was here, they knew what he looked like and thanks to the NIO’s meddling he’d been forced to reveal that he was on the planet. In short the last few days made one thing clear to Aiden.
It was all over.
Everything he’d done, all the sacrifices that he’d made, all of it was gone. The last piece he’d had connecting him to Sergei, was now a pile of ashes and a little black box he’d been able to recover from John. According to his initial scans it was damaged in the crash, which meant that he didn’t know what exactly had been lost or if it was even recoverable. For all Aiden knew, the John he’d been with for the past couple of months on the run was gone. A memory. Something that used to exist but now was relegated to the past tense. Just like his father. He curled up in the abandoned place as he tried to make sense of what to do from here. Where could he go? What could he do? He was branded a criminal, no, a terrorist. And thanks to the NIO’s meddling, he’d been forced to reveal himself which meant that his chance to take that Sith on with the element of surprise was now gone as well. He couldn’t go back to the CIS. He couldn’t keep pushing forward without having a massive bullseye on his back. And thanks to John’s noble sacrifice he was stranded anyways. Which left only one certainty for the boy.
Aiden was out of ideas, and knew that he could barely think straight thanks to one of his closest friends being murdered in front of him. Damn the NIO. Damn them all. Those stupid idiots decided that using missile artillery against targets in a city was a great idea? Aiden silently wished that they hadn’t been so stupid. He wished that all of the things he’d seen been better. That people would be better. He’d seen bounty hunters who had no regard for innocent life. He’d seen and watched “soldiers” who thought an acceptable tactic was to turn civilians into living shields on both sides. He’d even accidentally given into the shade of his mind and slaughtered his way through a pirate station to get more equipment to try and help him fight a Sith Lord.
At least I didn’t kill any civilians, despite what you think of me.
Shut up.
What? Mad because you enjoyed it when I was in control? Angry because despite all of the lies you spout to make yourself feel better I won’t go away?
I. Will. Never. Be. You.
Fine then, but remember that when you need me to come save your weak self.
And just like that, the shade would fade. Leaving Aiden well and truly alone. The only sound he could hear was the wind whistling through the blasted windows, shattered glass rattling on the floor every now and again. So he just sat on the bed, curled up into himself and slightly rocking himself as he started crying. He couldn’t even cry himself to sleep thanks to his power core forcefully keeping his body awake. He was alone. No ship, literally down to a few shots in his pistol, the sword and dagger he kept with him, and a first aid kit with a few grenades left in case he had to help someone or otherwise defend himself. He’d started this journey with a ship, a droid, and some semblance of a plan. Now all he had left were a few fragments of a droid, wishful thinking and shattered dreams. He’d hit rock bottom. Things couldn’t possibly get any worse than they were now.
Equipment: Body/Suit/Sword, M-107 Anti-Material Rifle (five rounds), M-18 Pit Viper (one magazine of APFSDS rounds), 2 SYC Grenades, 2 Ion Grenades, 1 Flashbang, 2 DEX Satchel charges, EBFAK
Tag: G 3 M 1 N 1 , Var Talon
The wind howled through the ruined apartments that Aiden found himself hiding out in. At the fifth floor of an eight floor building he had a pretty decent spot to sit tight for a minute to rest after he’d fled the battle. The past few days had been him avoiding various patrols, running from search drones and other people in the city proper, and otherwise trying to stay away from anyone who might report him. Because they knew he was here, they knew what he looked like and thanks to the NIO’s meddling he’d been forced to reveal that he was on the planet. In short the last few days made one thing clear to Aiden.
It was all over.
Everything he’d done, all the sacrifices that he’d made, all of it was gone. The last piece he’d had connecting him to Sergei, was now a pile of ashes and a little black box he’d been able to recover from John. According to his initial scans it was damaged in the crash, which meant that he didn’t know what exactly had been lost or if it was even recoverable. For all Aiden knew, the John he’d been with for the past couple of months on the run was gone. A memory. Something that used to exist but now was relegated to the past tense. Just like his father. He curled up in the abandoned place as he tried to make sense of what to do from here. Where could he go? What could he do? He was branded a criminal, no, a terrorist. And thanks to the NIO’s meddling, he’d been forced to reveal himself which meant that his chance to take that Sith on with the element of surprise was now gone as well. He couldn’t go back to the CIS. He couldn’t keep pushing forward without having a massive bullseye on his back. And thanks to John’s noble sacrifice he was stranded anyways. Which left only one certainty for the boy.
Aiden was out of ideas, and knew that he could barely think straight thanks to one of his closest friends being murdered in front of him. Damn the NIO. Damn them all. Those stupid idiots decided that using missile artillery against targets in a city was a great idea? Aiden silently wished that they hadn’t been so stupid. He wished that all of the things he’d seen been better. That people would be better. He’d seen bounty hunters who had no regard for innocent life. He’d seen and watched “soldiers” who thought an acceptable tactic was to turn civilians into living shields on both sides. He’d even accidentally given into the shade of his mind and slaughtered his way through a pirate station to get more equipment to try and help him fight a Sith Lord.
At least I didn’t kill any civilians, despite what you think of me.
Shut up.
What? Mad because you enjoyed it when I was in control? Angry because despite all of the lies you spout to make yourself feel better I won’t go away?
I. Will. Never. Be. You.
Fine then, but remember that when you need me to come save your weak self.
And just like that, the shade would fade. Leaving Aiden well and truly alone. The only sound he could hear was the wind whistling through the blasted windows, shattered glass rattling on the floor every now and again. So he just sat on the bed, curled up into himself and slightly rocking himself as he started crying. He couldn’t even cry himself to sleep thanks to his power core forcefully keeping his body awake. He was alone. No ship, literally down to a few shots in his pistol, the sword and dagger he kept with him, and a first aid kit with a few grenades left in case he had to help someone or otherwise defend himself. He’d started this journey with a ship, a droid, and some semblance of a plan. Now all he had left were a few fragments of a droid, wishful thinking and shattered dreams. He’d hit rock bottom. Things couldn’t possibly get any worse than they were now.