Commander Lusk
Character
[member="Lady Kay"]
At Kay's story the food in his mouth that was once so amazing went sour, the reddening in his eyes switched from tears of joy and amazement to that of rage. Pure white hot and fearsome rage that would cut into the soul of any man. Now Lusk wasn't a savior, he wasn't an angel, and he certainly didn't see himself as higher than the senator. And everything in her story was perfectly fine up until she got up to the part about the Sith.
"Seventy four thousand, eight hundred and ninety six." Lusk said in a very cold voice.
"Clone Commando serial number zero zero six five, designation Dash." Lusk said again in that cold tone of voice that could cut through steel.
"That's how many of my brothers and sisters I buried on Chazwa, many of them were just empty coffins because they were so mutilated. A few thousand were buried without their heads because the enemy collected them as trophies, but the one clone I listed. Dash, she was my sister. The building we were in came down and she was impaled on these rods, I held her in my arms when she died." Lusk said as he adjusted himself in his seat.
"And do you know who killed my family? The Sith. When you sit across from me in tell me that you are friends with them, I no longer feel these feeling for you. I feel disgust, but not for you, no that would be too good for you. I feel disgusted that I ever felt that way about you." Lusk then took his table knife and jammed it into the table, letting out the murderous rage that he wanted to inflict on her.
"But don't worry, I gave you my word an honor as a soldier. I won't tell anyone about you, about your friends who murdered my family." Standing up Lusk began to walk away with his back to her.
"I'd kill you myself, but then that would be a mercy to end the pain you feel. No from here on out, every Sith that kills one of my siblings, it's on your hands." Lusk reached for something around his neck and dropped it on the ground.
"Expect seventy four thousand eight hundred and ninety six of those at your office tomorrow morning." The object rattled as Lusk walked out the door, and Kay would be able to see it was a dog tag with the name "Dash" etched over the serial number.
At Kay's story the food in his mouth that was once so amazing went sour, the reddening in his eyes switched from tears of joy and amazement to that of rage. Pure white hot and fearsome rage that would cut into the soul of any man. Now Lusk wasn't a savior, he wasn't an angel, and he certainly didn't see himself as higher than the senator. And everything in her story was perfectly fine up until she got up to the part about the Sith.
"Seventy four thousand, eight hundred and ninety six." Lusk said in a very cold voice.
"Clone Commando serial number zero zero six five, designation Dash." Lusk said again in that cold tone of voice that could cut through steel.
"That's how many of my brothers and sisters I buried on Chazwa, many of them were just empty coffins because they were so mutilated. A few thousand were buried without their heads because the enemy collected them as trophies, but the one clone I listed. Dash, she was my sister. The building we were in came down and she was impaled on these rods, I held her in my arms when she died." Lusk said as he adjusted himself in his seat.
"And do you know who killed my family? The Sith. When you sit across from me in tell me that you are friends with them, I no longer feel these feeling for you. I feel disgust, but not for you, no that would be too good for you. I feel disgusted that I ever felt that way about you." Lusk then took his table knife and jammed it into the table, letting out the murderous rage that he wanted to inflict on her.
"But don't worry, I gave you my word an honor as a soldier. I won't tell anyone about you, about your friends who murdered my family." Standing up Lusk began to walk away with his back to her.
"I'd kill you myself, but then that would be a mercy to end the pain you feel. No from here on out, every Sith that kills one of my siblings, it's on your hands." Lusk reached for something around his neck and dropped it on the ground.
"Expect seventy four thousand eight hundred and ninety six of those at your office tomorrow morning." The object rattled as Lusk walked out the door, and Kay would be able to see it was a dog tag with the name "Dash" etched over the serial number.