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The holodevice clicked on once presented. They were sent in the mail, arriving to the people he knew. The people he cared about. His image flickered to life in the classic blue, flickering in and out. Already there was something off about how the young half Chiss carried himself. He was sitting, dressed in his Beskar'gam but without the helmet. A sad smile crossed his lips. He rarely ever smiled, that could be seen at least.
<:: So, turns out I've died. That's why this was sent out. I'm not sure how I died exactly, but if it's this playback I can only assume it was in battle. I'll keep this brief, as I've never really been the best at talking. I'm dying. Or, well. I was dying. The serum I took to enhance my strength came at it's own cost. My life span was drastically lowered. Even now the side effects have been kicking in. White spots in my vision, tremors. I could probably live another.. Decade? But there's only a couple more years until- woulda only been a couple years before I couldn't fight anymore.
I don't want to live that kind of life. I've no intention of just dying, but I want to die in battle. In combat. I've purposefully been taking the riskier missions. Jobs. Fighting tooth and nail so I can face my parents in death with my head held high. Selfish, yeah, but I've always been pretty selfish. I know you might be blaming yourself. Don't. This was my choice to go out while I could still wear my gam and hold a blaster in my hand. Stay alive. Take care of Aubin for me.
We'll meet again in the manda. .. Thanks for being my family for the time I had left. ::>
The device clicked off, falling silent once again.
<:: So, turns out I've died. That's why this was sent out. I'm not sure how I died exactly, but if it's this playback I can only assume it was in battle. I'll keep this brief, as I've never really been the best at talking. I'm dying. Or, well. I was dying. The serum I took to enhance my strength came at it's own cost. My life span was drastically lowered. Even now the side effects have been kicking in. White spots in my vision, tremors. I could probably live another.. Decade? But there's only a couple more years until- woulda only been a couple years before I couldn't fight anymore.
I don't want to live that kind of life. I've no intention of just dying, but I want to die in battle. In combat. I've purposefully been taking the riskier missions. Jobs. Fighting tooth and nail so I can face my parents in death with my head held high. Selfish, yeah, but I've always been pretty selfish. I know you might be blaming yourself. Don't. This was my choice to go out while I could still wear my gam and hold a blaster in my hand. Stay alive. Take care of Aubin for me.
We'll meet again in the manda. .. Thanks for being my family for the time I had left. ::>
The device clicked off, falling silent once again.
