Lark
Saint of the Damned
Location: Bastion, Maximillian Heights
Tags: Vostok Grauv
Lark had felt loss so many times before. On Myrkr, when his mother decided that he wasn't worth protecting. When his sister was ripped from his arms, taken into the cold of the night with tears in her eyes. When his brother was stolen by people whose wickedness was beyond comprehension, who sold children like pieces of candy in order to make a bit of money for a hot meal. When his masters abandoned him, content to let whatever it was they created run amok without any true supervision. When he lost Bastion, forced to fly away as the place that built his rebirth fell to the most disgusting of enemies. Perhaps that was a blessing in disguise, for he had learned so much more from his own personal successes and failures than he had from any lesson from one who would betray the Sith.
But the Sith were not infallible, as he had predicted from the moment he joined their order. No organization was. So why did Lark still fight beside them? If every belief was doomed to fail when faced with the passage of time, why fight for the Empire? Honestly, the answer was simple. They offered an opportunity. One Lark chose to believe in. The only option Lark would ever have to achieve the peace that he sought in his life. The only method he had to restore his wretched existence into something that might provide benefit to his dear siblings. He'd let the stars collide, force all of the most wretched beasts in the galaxy to bow their head to him. As Lark saw the galaxy right now, his world was ruined. His family in shambles. His new home conquered and made to waste.
He would turn hell and heaven over to see his own harmony restored.
And so, he killed. Mercilessly. The needs and desires of the NIO were subservient to his own. Why would he feel any guilt towards those who threatened to rip his life away from him? But still, he tried to retain a bit of amiability. The NIO soldiers likely fought for the same reasons he did. He fought to restore his family, and the NIO soldier he just beheaded might have been seeking to avenge her fallen loved one. He didn't have an enchanted Sith sword anymore, only an enchanted dagger. He had Enlil to thank for that. Just another loss to add to the list. But his replacement lightsaber impaled youths like him all the same.
The screams meant nothing, for they did not echo his own goals. He was a silent, judgeless, compassionless killer. And yet he did not take some perverse passion in the slaughter. Lark killed because it would save his family. The lives of a few dozen soldiers was a small price to pay.
He would do anything to save the ones he loved. The only ones who ever cared for his existence.
Tags: Vostok Grauv
Lark had felt loss so many times before. On Myrkr, when his mother decided that he wasn't worth protecting. When his sister was ripped from his arms, taken into the cold of the night with tears in her eyes. When his brother was stolen by people whose wickedness was beyond comprehension, who sold children like pieces of candy in order to make a bit of money for a hot meal. When his masters abandoned him, content to let whatever it was they created run amok without any true supervision. When he lost Bastion, forced to fly away as the place that built his rebirth fell to the most disgusting of enemies. Perhaps that was a blessing in disguise, for he had learned so much more from his own personal successes and failures than he had from any lesson from one who would betray the Sith.
But the Sith were not infallible, as he had predicted from the moment he joined their order. No organization was. So why did Lark still fight beside them? If every belief was doomed to fail when faced with the passage of time, why fight for the Empire? Honestly, the answer was simple. They offered an opportunity. One Lark chose to believe in. The only option Lark would ever have to achieve the peace that he sought in his life. The only method he had to restore his wretched existence into something that might provide benefit to his dear siblings. He'd let the stars collide, force all of the most wretched beasts in the galaxy to bow their head to him. As Lark saw the galaxy right now, his world was ruined. His family in shambles. His new home conquered and made to waste.
He would turn hell and heaven over to see his own harmony restored.
And so, he killed. Mercilessly. The needs and desires of the NIO were subservient to his own. Why would he feel any guilt towards those who threatened to rip his life away from him? But still, he tried to retain a bit of amiability. The NIO soldiers likely fought for the same reasons he did. He fought to restore his family, and the NIO soldier he just beheaded might have been seeking to avenge her fallen loved one. He didn't have an enchanted Sith sword anymore, only an enchanted dagger. He had Enlil to thank for that. Just another loss to add to the list. But his replacement lightsaber impaled youths like him all the same.
The screams meant nothing, for they did not echo his own goals. He was a silent, judgeless, compassionless killer. And yet he did not take some perverse passion in the slaughter. Lark killed because it would save his family. The lives of a few dozen soldiers was a small price to pay.
He would do anything to save the ones he loved. The only ones who ever cared for his existence.