Hawk Solo
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All his life he’s looked away to the future, to the past, friends long gone. That was Yoda’s quote. And it was true. Hawk had lived his life doing just that. He looked To the future. Never his mind on where he was. And his life suffered because of that. He was always looking for the next thing. He should’ve been paying attention to what was going on around him.
Instead he finds himself lost now. Lost in thought and in life. His only child has died. And it was his fault. It was all his fault. Everything is life was his fault. He didn’t know what to do. He’s lost contact with all his friends. No idea where [member="Samantha Solo"] or [member="Kay Arenais"]
His anger, grief, and despair was eating at his soul. He didn’t he blamed the force… That was the cause of everything. The force… Being a good Jedi… It was a mistake… It was all a mistake…
It was time for drastic measures. It was time to throw off the cloak of being a good guy. Maybe it was time to face the truth about himself. Maybe he wasn’t a good guy. His visions always told him that he was a good guy. Maybe it was time for change of heart. It time to throw off the yoke of being “respectable” He was tired of pretending.
That what lead him to this bar. No longer dressed in his Jedi robes. That was the outfit of the past. His new uniform was black pants, white shirt with back vest. The lightsaber still hung on his belt. He felt nake without it. But it had company his blaster was along side of it.
He took a seat at the bar. Order himself a glass of whiskey and waited.
Instead he finds himself lost now. Lost in thought and in life. His only child has died. And it was his fault. It was all his fault. Everything is life was his fault. He didn’t know what to do. He’s lost contact with all his friends. No idea where [member="Samantha Solo"] or [member="Kay Arenais"]
His anger, grief, and despair was eating at his soul. He didn’t he blamed the force… That was the cause of everything. The force… Being a good Jedi… It was a mistake… It was all a mistake…
It was time for drastic measures. It was time to throw off the cloak of being a good guy. Maybe it was time to face the truth about himself. Maybe he wasn’t a good guy. His visions always told him that he was a good guy. Maybe it was time for change of heart. It time to throw off the yoke of being “respectable” He was tired of pretending.
That what lead him to this bar. No longer dressed in his Jedi robes. That was the outfit of the past. His new uniform was black pants, white shirt with back vest. The lightsaber still hung on his belt. He felt nake without it. But it had company his blaster was along side of it.
He took a seat at the bar. Order himself a glass of whiskey and waited.