Darren Onyx
Fallen
Onyx sat there, eyes closed tightly. The meditation room was larger then most, built to hold group meditation sessions. But Onyx was alone today, in this meditation room on Corellia, thinking of everything that's happened. It didn't feel great, in fact it hurt to think of it all. To think of all the friends he had lost, all the enemies he made, all the times he tasted death, all the memories of lovers long gone... everything pained him. Everything was pain in his life...
In his mind he talked with himself, trying to move on from the past. But it was hard for someone like him. He was someone with a past, a history of being in trouble. He grew up a criminal and disgrace to his family. He killed his father for crying out loud! He wasn't a good soul or someone who could be redeemed. He was just a dark shell.
He wanted more then this though. He dreamed, once, of starting a family. Or having a wife, someone he could love and someone to love him back, and having a few kids. He would be a father, a man of a house. He would raise his family, if force-sensitive, to be Jedi and follow the correct path instead of the one he had chosen. He wanted that. He wanted to spend his last years in peace and without war or hate or anything that had gotten him where he was now.
But he couldn't have any of it and it was, finally, clear what fate wanted. It wanted his life to be destructive and wanted to leave him broken and unfulfilled. It seemed that way at least. And now he just meditated on it, not knowing what else to do with himself. He had no friends to call upon- no loved ones to help him up and out of this dark pit. They were gone and his enemies surrounded him everywhere.
He only had to wait for that one enemy, the strongest and greatest of them, to strike him down... Until then, he waited and meditated.
@[member="Circe Savan"]
In his mind he talked with himself, trying to move on from the past. But it was hard for someone like him. He was someone with a past, a history of being in trouble. He grew up a criminal and disgrace to his family. He killed his father for crying out loud! He wasn't a good soul or someone who could be redeemed. He was just a dark shell.
He wanted more then this though. He dreamed, once, of starting a family. Or having a wife, someone he could love and someone to love him back, and having a few kids. He would be a father, a man of a house. He would raise his family, if force-sensitive, to be Jedi and follow the correct path instead of the one he had chosen. He wanted that. He wanted to spend his last years in peace and without war or hate or anything that had gotten him where he was now.
But he couldn't have any of it and it was, finally, clear what fate wanted. It wanted his life to be destructive and wanted to leave him broken and unfulfilled. It seemed that way at least. And now he just meditated on it, not knowing what else to do with himself. He had no friends to call upon- no loved ones to help him up and out of this dark pit. They were gone and his enemies surrounded him everywhere.
He only had to wait for that one enemy, the strongest and greatest of them, to strike him down... Until then, he waited and meditated.
@[member="Circe Savan"]
