Sarge Potteiger
Emotional Damage
Sarge's usually pristine grey armor was coated with blood. The gold had been a figment of his imagination, his spear had merely been his usual halberd. It hadn't been hard to get a ride off Alderaan, after all the Republic had apparently rolled through in force some days prior. Now that was not what he'd expected when he'd come back from the other side. In fact, none of this had been what he'd expected.
He'd gotten the briefing on the jump to Fondor, and then again from there to Eriadu. The trade routes out here were well trodden, and the Lord Protector was afforded the fastest ships that money could buy.
Or maybe that was just his sterling personality backed up by his overly armed suit of kark-off.
He wasn't sure some days.
But as he appeared over Eriadu, one thing became clear. The Fringe were back; he'd not even gotten to clean off his armor yet.
"Leviathan. Lord Protector coming aboard." There was a lengthy, lengthy pause, some exchanged codes... and then he was aboard and flanked by an honor guard of his soldiers. [member="Uriel"] would no doubt be informed on FleetCom as to what was going down.
"Patch me through to the Fringe." He says into his helmet as his bloody self walks onto the bridge.
There was a pause, and once a connection was established the very tired voice of the Lord Protector spoke. "Get off my lawn."
[member="Ashin Varanin"]
He'd gotten the briefing on the jump to Fondor, and then again from there to Eriadu. The trade routes out here were well trodden, and the Lord Protector was afforded the fastest ships that money could buy.
Or maybe that was just his sterling personality backed up by his overly armed suit of kark-off.
He wasn't sure some days.
But as he appeared over Eriadu, one thing became clear. The Fringe were back; he'd not even gotten to clean off his armor yet.
"Leviathan. Lord Protector coming aboard." There was a lengthy, lengthy pause, some exchanged codes... and then he was aboard and flanked by an honor guard of his soldiers. [member="Uriel"] would no doubt be informed on FleetCom as to what was going down.
"Patch me through to the Fringe." He says into his helmet as his bloody self walks onto the bridge.
There was a pause, and once a connection was established the very tired voice of the Lord Protector spoke. "Get off my lawn."
[member="Ashin Varanin"]