//RESTART
//BOOTING...
//INITIALIZE PROJECT/ELECTROHEART
As my eyes open on a new day I am again reminded that I don't know who I am. The name, Electroheart, is not my own. It was emblazoned on the metal arms that have taken the place of the ones I was born with. Why, I do not know.
I look out on this strange world, wondering what brought me there. Thirty something years old. That's what they tell me I look. They being the people that litter the streets thoroughly. What I do know about myself is that I'm a Chiss, so I have blue skin, dark hair, and red eyes. They stare back at me everytime I look into a reflective surface. Hollow. I don't know anything about what they've seen save for the fact that they've seen much of this world. Before then, I know nothing.
I have noted a strange ability to affect things when experiencing great emotion, or when intervening in street struggles. I suppose that means I am likely Force sensitive. Not that being so means a lot to me. I have no intention of joining the Jedi or the Sith. To me, each is not but a different manifestation of the same evil. The Jedi force their ways on people who may not want them, doing what they think is right regardless of what the people around them thing. And given recent history, as I've seen on the holonews, they couldn't even be trusted to do that. Not that the Sith were any different. They had their own inherent evils.
No, I want no part of anything to do with anything other than perhaps stopping them. Both of them.
Every so often I have to go scrounge for scrap and take it to the nearest junker so I can get enough credits to purchase new power packs. My arms are metal, and my heart is electric. I don't understand the science behind how it works, but then most of what I do understand seems focused on fighting. Perhaps I was a soldier and lost my arms in battle and that was why they were doing what they did? I guess I'll never know since I killed them all. Regret that still.
Killing has its place in the universe, but I shouldn't have killed the people that changed me. I was out of sorts, but that's no excuse. I'll have to find a way to make amends for it someday. Or else atone for what I've done. As far as I know the security forces are still looking for me. Maybe if I can get off this world I can go and find out more about my abilities, and find a way to use them to make some form of change in this galaxy. Maybe. With the numbers of Jedi and Sith out there, I'm sure to run into my fair share of trouble.
Each night I stare up at the stars and wonder what's out there. Do I have parents somewhere in Chiss space? Do I have other family? It seems impossible to me to find out given that I wouldn't even know who to look for. I pull a dark jacket on to hide my arms as I step out of the shanty town in the deep underbelly of the city. If I'm going to do something, I have to secure passage first.
No point in mincing words or stalling. It had to be done.
//PROJECT/SAVE... ENTRY SAVED
//PROJECT/COMMENCE OPERATION.... COMMENCING
//BOOTING...
//INITIALIZE PROJECT/ELECTROHEART
As my eyes open on a new day I am again reminded that I don't know who I am. The name, Electroheart, is not my own. It was emblazoned on the metal arms that have taken the place of the ones I was born with. Why, I do not know.
I look out on this strange world, wondering what brought me there. Thirty something years old. That's what they tell me I look. They being the people that litter the streets thoroughly. What I do know about myself is that I'm a Chiss, so I have blue skin, dark hair, and red eyes. They stare back at me everytime I look into a reflective surface. Hollow. I don't know anything about what they've seen save for the fact that they've seen much of this world. Before then, I know nothing.
I have noted a strange ability to affect things when experiencing great emotion, or when intervening in street struggles. I suppose that means I am likely Force sensitive. Not that being so means a lot to me. I have no intention of joining the Jedi or the Sith. To me, each is not but a different manifestation of the same evil. The Jedi force their ways on people who may not want them, doing what they think is right regardless of what the people around them thing. And given recent history, as I've seen on the holonews, they couldn't even be trusted to do that. Not that the Sith were any different. They had their own inherent evils.
No, I want no part of anything to do with anything other than perhaps stopping them. Both of them.
Every so often I have to go scrounge for scrap and take it to the nearest junker so I can get enough credits to purchase new power packs. My arms are metal, and my heart is electric. I don't understand the science behind how it works, but then most of what I do understand seems focused on fighting. Perhaps I was a soldier and lost my arms in battle and that was why they were doing what they did? I guess I'll never know since I killed them all. Regret that still.
Killing has its place in the universe, but I shouldn't have killed the people that changed me. I was out of sorts, but that's no excuse. I'll have to find a way to make amends for it someday. Or else atone for what I've done. As far as I know the security forces are still looking for me. Maybe if I can get off this world I can go and find out more about my abilities, and find a way to use them to make some form of change in this galaxy. Maybe. With the numbers of Jedi and Sith out there, I'm sure to run into my fair share of trouble.
Each night I stare up at the stars and wonder what's out there. Do I have parents somewhere in Chiss space? Do I have other family? It seems impossible to me to find out given that I wouldn't even know who to look for. I pull a dark jacket on to hide my arms as I step out of the shanty town in the deep underbelly of the city. If I'm going to do something, I have to secure passage first.
No point in mincing words or stalling. It had to be done.
//PROJECT/SAVE... ENTRY SAVED
//PROJECT/COMMENCE OPERATION.... COMMENCING