Kainan Wolfe
Shadow of War
Attn: [member="Jairdain"]
- Frozen Wasteland
Unknown Planet, Arkanis Sector
The warlord sighed. "Your beliefs do not matter to me, because they can not. They must not," he said, his voice low, almost like a whisper. As if he was telling this to himself as much as he was telling her. "I can not allow myself to be sidetracked. You have no idea how much hangs in the balance. To that end, I must make the sacrifices that others can not, because, no matter what happens, my plan must succeed."
Straightening up, he looked her in the eyes. "Because of this, I must not let my decisions be ruled by what feels right, or what is considered good. I must do the things that are necessary, in order to carry this through, no matter the costs that I, or anyone, would have to pay. I must be the one to face the uncomfortable truths and make the hard decisions, because it is the only way to rid the galaxy of the greatest and most insidious threat it has ever faced," he explained. "This is my burden. This is my sacrifice and my war to wage. What your beliefs are do not matter, because to me, there must only ever be one purpose, alone."
And that was all Wolfe had to say about the subject. It was not a matter of her being less than he was. That idea simply didn't factor into his thinking at all. It was simply about what he knew was necessary. She was right about one thing, though. That beacon needed to be set up and fast, then there was the matter of salvaging whatever was left of the ship.
He worked in silence as he set up the transmitter, making sure it was placed as high up as possible, while also being sheltered from the snow and wind. This was not an easy task, but Wolfe was no stranger to hard work. He salvaged several of their supplies in order to fasten the transmitter onto a rock face, deciding that he would use the spare thermal blanket as a makeshift sling for the transmitter to hang in, rather than risk it being knocked off by a gust of wind and dashed against the rocks below. Besides, he had his cloak. While not exactly keeping all the cold out, it would do the job well enough and he was used to harsh conditions, anyway.
While he worked, he thought about things. The Force was a chain, indeed. It was a cruel slaver, which subverted the galaxy to its whims and he was one of the few people in history that had ever seen the truth. He had understood this since a young age and in that truth, he found his purpose and the strength to carry through. He would find a way to shatter this horrible chain, once and for all, no matter what it took.