Ian SadeMember Since 16 Apr 2018
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The man had stood looking into his eyes, not flinching a muscle, till the last. Not until blaster fire ravaged through his body, and then he fell dead on the ground before him.
Sade then walked past his dead carcass, entering further into the man’s craft.
There, still opened in what was the man's cabin, was the journal. Sade recognized it as it had passed through much of his life like the ever evasive forbidden fruit. Now it was there on the desk, opened and inviting him to finally set his eyes upon it's entries.
The page, like the entire journal was written in code. He knew it like a second language.
Within its fold, there were key words placed in certain grammatical sequences that to anyone else, it read as a simple daily journal...and an entry like the many more pages that followed.
Within the daily entry, on this particular page, Sade fished out the hidden message dated 5 years past...
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It is with great pride, I need to sacrifice myself to secure your future.
The events and actions that will lead to your rise in power have been and will continue to be in essence, my design.
All that I've have done and will be done, I will have done for you, my son…
_Brolin Lancer Iansade
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Sade took in a deep breath.
A gasp, in every essence of the word. One which was an uncontrollable reaction, seemingly feeling like his heart were nearly rupturing. he could hear the drumming in his head, like an engine pumping away accelerating.
he turned the page...then the next and then 5, 20..till he got to the end, then slammed the back cover shut.
All that he thought he knew… all that he believed in his duty to do up to this moment, in essence, it had been his father’s design all along.
“ Sir… What should we do with all of his possessions?” The young lieutenant behind him asked.
The garrison that secured the craft upon taking it were regrouping to return to their ship.
This had been the shuttle craft in which Brolin had taken from his exiled hidden estate to come and surrender his self. Surrender to an awaiting firing squad, for he had been a condemned man for the past few months...a traitor.
“Nothing…Burn it all, bodies and ship.” Sade shoved the journal off the desk, letting it hit the hull before he turned to vacate the doomed vessel.
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