The Will of Jack Raxis

[RC 212]

Having forseen his death Jack sat down aboard his ship one night. With a solid stiff drink, and a data pad sprawled out on the old wooden table he began to scribble.​

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He knew the time was close. At this point he didn't care too much. The greatest victory a warrior could achieve in his eyes was to sacrifice himself for a good cause, to die in battle against a worthy enemy. The enemy he didn't know, nor the place but he knew for certain the time was nigh. ​

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Over the years he had acquired many assets. Despite founding Clan Raxis, and never recovering Vassara's stuff he recognized that his family was the most important thing in the world to him. Those of his clan and bloodline would now be entitled to just about everything the Spacer had ever owned.​

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When he was finished, he sent it out to everyone in his family tree.​

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[[Begin]]​

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[[ To whom it may concern]]​

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[[ Scratch that. Here's the short. The force has shown me my time of death is near. It is up to me to chose the manner of my death however, since the force is always in motion and no outcome is sure. But this outcome is very certain, and I will not defy the force. I choose to die in battle, though which battle will be up to the force to decide.​

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I have acquired many things over the years. Attached is a list of them and to whom they will be given.​

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[member="Gray Raxis"]​

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Cousin, you have always been very good to me. Despite us fighting the first time we ever met and having our many differences of opinion over the years, you are the one I think most highly of when I think of a Raxis. ​

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As such I am granting you the following.​

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My Aliit'Gam, My Besk'ad.​

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[member="Stardust Raxis"]​

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You are Grays wife and a treasured friend. We might not see eye to eye, but I know you will do right by our name. To you I grant the following​

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The Kessels Pride & Control of Gypsy Starcorp.​

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This was my first ever ship, take care of her​

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[member="Ardgal Raxis"]​

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You are perhaps the newest member of our little family. I know you don't like me at all. But that's ok. You have a true warriors spirit and I intend to reward you with a great gift. ​

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You are entitled to, ​

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The Rogue​

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Use her well, she is a mighty, mighty ship!​

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All other assets will be kept in a trust, including what’s left of the Raxis Homestead on nuked Mandalore for my sister, Eliza Raxis..​

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[[Message ends]]​

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

The shells outside rained down on the bunker with a merciless barrage. Once again, Ardgal was fighting someone else's war with his grit, will, and sheer desire to live. It didn't really matter who was down range or what there was to fight against--he had to make ends meet just like everyone else. The ground shook with an exceptionally rough blast, dust feel from the ceiling, sprinkling on his helmet with a fine layer, but the warrior didn't stir. It was just another day in paradise.


Incoming message.

Ardgal's eyes opened from his brief semi-nap, his fibromyalgia flaring up almost instantly and making him wince. It took him a second or two staring at his HUD to realize the message Icon. He read the contents with a nod, pursing his lips. He didn't hate Jack. He didn't really hate anyone--mainly because emotions were a struggle for him. Still it was true, he didn't like him either. There was cold neutrality, just like most everyone else in his life. But Jack--well Jack was a little bit different.

The bunker shook again as a bomb landed just feet from them. The warrior hardly noticed as he tried to tease out his opinions on Jack. Misguided was at the top of the list. He was a force user--and that made him polar opposites with this Vong creation. He was dangerous. And untrustworthy, he remembered Grey's loss because of Jack's actions. Was he bad?

Ardgal shook his head. He didn't believe in good and bad. Just--

A blast tore the bunker open, sucking the air and everything that wasn't clamped down into the void of space. Ardgal was whipped away from his thoughts as his training kicked in. He would finish that thought later--when he was done fighting for his life.

[member="Jack Raxis"]