HE THOUGHT THEM TO BE COWARDS , RUNNING rather than facing death , running from their inevitable fate , ruin and carnage ! the brave ones saw the reaper in its eyes , greeted bone with witty smiles , laughed and closed their eyes , embracing the swing of warm , yet so very COLD , red — others went snarling , hatred and anger brimming in their gaze , and had they felt the push of the force they would have been formidable users . they did not , however , and thus their end was as chaotic as their unshed tears , held back and PAINFUL .
this man faced death when others had ran away , and yet death was tired , vengeful , desiring nothing to do with light . bravery he was , epitome of poster boy , of what you SHOULD be / never what you were . but now the resistance mattered none ; he as much of a traitor to them as the rebels , the pilots , the general , were to them . he had left when the young FOOL had taken up the mantle ( that place had ALWAYS been meant for he , he of the guard , he of dathomir ) and sullied the name of leader in favor of personal agendas . a child in a mask , yes , his master had been right in that regard before he was divided .
❛❛ return HOME to your flock , ❜❜ he hissed but drew no weapon . a single fist would wield enough against a man who only owned a blaster and a ship — he would crush both , crumble them , leave the man to die alone .
❛❛ you are of no use out here . nothing but wanderers and DEAD men . they , like me , want nothing more to do with your petty war . ❜❜
@resistijo / sc .
