They'd left with the exodus of freighters filled to the brim of students and teachers fleeing the incoming darkness. It had been haphazard, or at least it felt that way. Something that he had planned for and expected for months, if not longer, still felt so urgent even while plotted to the letter. The pounding of his heart had not subsided since they'd begun to pack their bags.
It still hammered, raw and unfettered, behind the ribs of the man piloting his family across the stars. He hadn't been sleeping well lately, not with the looming presence of Kaine Zambrano and his Empire on the horizon. Though a great deal many steps were taken over the years to protect his identity, Dissero often awoke from dreams that laid out the worst of fates. How long had it been since he served under the whim and will of Empress Desmius?
How long since the Rudrig heist?
His days within the Fringe?
Years. Many, many years. Several galactic-scale events and wars. The rise and fall of many empires.
Still didn't feel long enough to bury his old name under dust. It was entirely possible his name held no meaning to anyone in relation to this new dark Empire but he wouldn't take any chances. He had a family to protect.
LORRD - 2:37am
The journey had been non-stop and he hadn't slept a wink. By the time they arrived everyone else on the ship was fast asleep. Sahti, the last of the loyal Noghri guard from the days of his mother, dutifully roused at the slightest touch. Dissero quietly bid her to gather Gabriel, his son now just coming 3 summers old, while he collected his wife. He found Verie Lacroix snuggled beneath a blanket and carefully leaned to bundle her into his arms, trying not to wake her.
Edited by Dissero, 29 December 2017 - 01:49 AM.