by Dino Brado on Fri Jun 14, 2019 4:26 pm
So a new knife...well, a new tool. It doesn't have to be a knife. Sister Sorrow's metaphor at least gives Dino something to visualize, a starting point to frame thoughts.
I need material. More material. More fear
Dino dives back into his fear of failure. Why did he feel failure?
The images of the taunting students from his vision appeared once more, but once again it morphed. Dino knew of worse things now, the people whom these student would grow into.
And you fear them? It's almost as a second voice is joining in with the first, needling him.
Not them. They...they are pieces of the machine that I fear.
Dino imagines the full weight of the Empire. All the Lords, and Inquisitors, and all the people from the other day swarming after the attempting bombing. All of the not so subtle reminders that he didn't belong, and that he existed at their leisure.
But that's everyone in the Empire. You might have it more, but why is that different? Why is that special?
Because...if they knew...
Images immediately flood back to the wilderness outside La Belle Epoque. There are wampa corpses on the ground, drawn to hunt by a pair of would be hunters who were now battered, but alive. Instructor Brado smiles at Dino, and then a look of surprise flashes across his face.
Dino looks down at his claws. Blood flows from the end, falling in heavy droplets in a staccato beat.
Plip. Plip. Plip.
Dino looks back, only now he's back in the vision from the Dread Masters from before, Lord Bellious at his feet. He's killed her, just as surely as he killed Instructor Brado.
Not-Sith | Giant Reptile | Unarmed | Hulking | Force Sensitive?
Equipment: Cybernetic Arm, Wilderness Survival Pack, Thermal Cloak, Koromondian Halfvest
Theme:
Knights of Cydonia