~Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
I came down the trail late, the sun was rising, I'd spent the night listening to the sounds of the forest... forgetting about the war. It's still peaceful in the mountains of Talus near my retreat. The only conflict comes from the normal sounds of hunting and existance. The flows of the force ebb and flow through everything out there... it's subtle, not like Dantooine, or Dathomir... but definitely there. I went back to Dearic, laying in a few supplies...
I'd gotten so used to the independance of this world that it was a shock to see the new snowflakes... Stormtroopers back in Dearic... something snapped. I don't get rage like others... I get wrapped in that bubble. I get cold. I form the shadow's around me and watch the permuations shift, and my vision narrows down to the target. Usually the ideal one...
I can rest there as long as needed, no fatigue, no tiredness, no unessecary movement, sometimes no thought... when I used a blaster I could hold the trigger at the perfect squeeze point for hours... the snipers in the unit always thought I should jump over... but the shadows were what appealed to me... the dark alleyways in the backstreets, the dusky cantinas and the deathsticks... Snipers hate deathsticks... ruins their nightvision. I've referred to it in this journal before as the Bubble, usually that's when I'm benign and seeking information, or wisdom... this was different... maybe...
This was a cold place. Deep in the stream of the mountains, my whole body bathed in snowmelt. Not even the center was hot. I walked up behind the squad leader, dropped my lightsaber into my hand, and ignited it vertically through his spine. The ventilator in his helmet must have had a small leak, because the shrapnel impaled itself in his junior officers visor, blinding them... though it wouldn't have mattered with the speed I was pulling.... the force flowed through every muscle, every fiber infused with a connection, reading the movement of their squad before they did anything... not a breath drawn before I cut that small squad down... walking away from their corpses without looking back.
I moved through the back alleys and old haunts from the smuggling days... the sewers, the secret rooms, the darkness becoming my friend, cloaking myself... I cut down every stormtrooper in the city of Dearic and it wasn't enough.
Colin and I have been working on an upgrade to the goggles, the HUD was superimposed and working perfectly... I patched into the feed the last squad was getting and found the transmission was coming from the Imperial Garrison.
It's had an underfunded maintence staff or did.... seems they are trying to reassert control... over my dead body... not on my home. I masked the minds of the sentries, wrapped the shadows around me like a cloak, walked into the garrison and cut every single one down. The first was a kid, I watched him with the recruiter... signing up... I saw the permutations... the other kids he would kill. The people he'd climb over to make rank. The destruction he'd cause. I sat there watching the permutations.... hoping to find one where he wouldn't turn out to be an opressor, wanting to forgive, to stop... but nothing changed... I couldn't find a single future for him where many didn't die.
His was the first corpse in that place... his face I filed... balance... consequences... the back of my mind full of them tonight... The Crucible's on autopilot right now.... I can't see through the 600 faces I've destroyed today. Dev is worried about me... I'm going to see her... to make sure she knows I'm a monster... she deserves to know. I finally had to stop when I got to Theed, the Naboo garrison of the 501st put me in my place and I had to run...
Probably a good thing I did... I don't know when I would have stopped.
I'd gotten so used to the independance of this world that it was a shock to see the new snowflakes... Stormtroopers back in Dearic... something snapped. I don't get rage like others... I get wrapped in that bubble. I get cold. I form the shadow's around me and watch the permuations shift, and my vision narrows down to the target. Usually the ideal one...
I can rest there as long as needed, no fatigue, no tiredness, no unessecary movement, sometimes no thought... when I used a blaster I could hold the trigger at the perfect squeeze point for hours... the snipers in the unit always thought I should jump over... but the shadows were what appealed to me... the dark alleyways in the backstreets, the dusky cantinas and the deathsticks... Snipers hate deathsticks... ruins their nightvision. I've referred to it in this journal before as the Bubble, usually that's when I'm benign and seeking information, or wisdom... this was different... maybe...
This was a cold place. Deep in the stream of the mountains, my whole body bathed in snowmelt. Not even the center was hot. I walked up behind the squad leader, dropped my lightsaber into my hand, and ignited it vertically through his spine. The ventilator in his helmet must have had a small leak, because the shrapnel impaled itself in his junior officers visor, blinding them... though it wouldn't have mattered with the speed I was pulling.... the force flowed through every muscle, every fiber infused with a connection, reading the movement of their squad before they did anything... not a breath drawn before I cut that small squad down... walking away from their corpses without looking back.
I moved through the back alleys and old haunts from the smuggling days... the sewers, the secret rooms, the darkness becoming my friend, cloaking myself... I cut down every stormtrooper in the city of Dearic and it wasn't enough.
Colin and I have been working on an upgrade to the goggles, the HUD was superimposed and working perfectly... I patched into the feed the last squad was getting and found the transmission was coming from the Imperial Garrison.
It's had an underfunded maintence staff or did.... seems they are trying to reassert control... over my dead body... not on my home. I masked the minds of the sentries, wrapped the shadows around me like a cloak, walked into the garrison and cut every single one down. The first was a kid, I watched him with the recruiter... signing up... I saw the permutations... the other kids he would kill. The people he'd climb over to make rank. The destruction he'd cause. I sat there watching the permutations.... hoping to find one where he wouldn't turn out to be an opressor, wanting to forgive, to stop... but nothing changed... I couldn't find a single future for him where many didn't die.
His was the first corpse in that place... his face I filed... balance... consequences... the back of my mind full of them tonight... The Crucible's on autopilot right now.... I can't see through the 600 faces I've destroyed today. Dev is worried about me... I'm going to see her... to make sure she knows I'm a monster... she deserves to know. I finally had to stop when I got to Theed, the Naboo garrison of the 501st put me in my place and I had to run...
Probably a good thing I did... I don't know when I would have stopped.
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You asked me to pick my favorite post... this is it :)
I know Noel.. well, I know of Noel in SWG, but I don't think my character ever understood him, and she probably never will, but this blog lets me still follow your story and your character, which is a lot of fun.
Thanks for posting all of this poNoel, please keep it up :)