"We very well may be staying aboard the ship, but for right now, let’s see what’s going on and how these people are living." Varn added.
"You’re safer up here than you are down there. I don’t think the dead can get in your ship, but if you give them time, they might be able to. They haven’t been able to get up here yet." commented Drak.
Narrator: As the last of the crew of
The Rising Blade were lifted up the rope by a pulley on top of the building, a cloaked figure appeared out of the jungle forest from the south. It stood by the edge of the forest patiently as the rope was lowered once more. The figure was alone, appeared unarmed and only carried a shovel. The others watched as the pulley system lifted the figure.
The little girl Minzy appeared from a makeshift building atop the roof, giving the impression that there may have been another way atop the building. "Grandpa, what was he doing out there?"
"Burying little girls who ask too many questions!" said Drak as Minzy laughed. "He’s coming up the wall. Ask him." he commented further.
The cloaked figure reached the top of the roof. He walked like a human, but from the small tendrils that dangled beyond his jawline, it was clear that the being before them wasn’t human. He sounded human enough. "Newcomers. I am called Dusk. Are you an evacuation party?"
"I’m not leaving until this thing is set right like you say!" Drak blurted to Dusk. The Ubese nodded in agreement to Drak. Minzy watched the adults, and then looked over to a building that operated the pulley where a Skrilling came out. "Please tell me that I’m not lifting any more people up today….What am I missing?" he barked as everyone mostly ignored him.
The cloaked figure’s head lifted slightly to where everyone could see Dusk’s eyes. His eyes reflected light back, giving him an especially eerie stare. "That may depend on what this Imperial Agent and his operatives have to say." His stare meets Varn’s. "What do you have to say? Are you here to take those that remain, or did you want to try to save them all?"
"What?" Varn said, a bit confused.
"I said, did you want to save them all? Everyone here, in the thousands." Dusk smiled, but it wasn’t a pleasant smile to look at. His eyes seemed to glow as they fixed in on the newcomers. "Did you want to be a hero? Do your operatives want to be heroes? Do you want to forsake the force that did this to them? Do you want to redeem yourself...Agent? We need heroes."
"Redeem myself? I’ve done nothing wrong."
"I have. I’ll admit it. You will too someday." Dusk said as he lifted his free gloved hand. His gloves were the color of dried blood.
"Minzy asked me once why I wear these gloves. It’s because I have blood on my hands and dishonor. She didn’t understand. (looks to Roooargh) A Wookiee would understand the dishonor I feel, for I have done the equivalent of using climbing claws to strike down opponents in anger, for my former master, but far worse. I’ve done a lot wrong, but I have seen the burning man, watched as he received his armor, and I know that he will fail to stop billions from dying in the blink of an eye, when he was once capable of such greatness. You too will see it in time. You will. We served the same master Agent. Just for me, no longer."
OOC:
Two weeks worth of CP coming up later today. I started a new job and things have been crazy.