by MillietheWarrior » 04/15/2014 9:05 PM
“Why I’m here? Oh, I don’t know. Because fate is an ass who likes to crap around with people like me who don’t need this kind of shit. I just finished reading ‘Republic Commando’-” At this, I saw Fi twist to look at Parja with a somewhat alarmed look. Parja remained impassive. “-and was disappointed at the craping ending. So how about this for explaining? You’re Parja Bralor. That-” I indicated Fi with my chin. “-is Fi Skirata, formerly a Republic Commando who got blown up on Gaftikar and was ‘stolen’ by Besany Wennen, Ordo’s girlfriend, and then ‘discharged, dead.’ I’m currently on Mandalore, if what I’ve seen is any indication, at Kyrimorut, Kal Skirata’s secret location for deserters and whomever else happens to come along: like Bardan Jusik, for instance. Judging by Fi’s progress, and how well he looks at the moment, I’d say Etain already had her baby, Venku Skirata, or Kad, and is currently either deployed with her troops, or back on Coruscant with Darman, Kal, and the rest of Omega Squad and whichever Nulls are with them at the moment. Ko Sai is dead--I think she hung herself-- and her remains, sans some skin which Jaing turned into gloves, are probably sitting in General Zey’s office, courtesy of Skirata and in conjunction, Sev. So what? Did I hit the nail on the head? Am I even close?”
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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