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Edited by Cosmic:
1/3/2016 2:26:17 AM
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[b]he dreams, dreams of that forgotten smell of home. He opens his eyes to see his childhood town, his people and kin wandering the streets and homes. He runs.. Runs faster than he thought physically possible. He hears a shot ring out. Imperial soliders march into the town, shooting who they can't take as a hostage. he stops and drops to his knees. A knife comes to his neck, cold and unforgiving. A mechanical voice says[/b]
"[u]do you enjoy the slaughter, oh child of corra. Do you enjoy knowing your kind is hopelessly being destroyed in these very moments, these moments where you could have saved them, saved them those many years ago.[/u]"
[b]a man with a short beard approaches the solider from behind, bashing the synthetic across the face with a pipe, he takes the knife from his throat and pulls him to his feet, putting his arm around his shoulder. He cries as the man speaks.[/b]
"I apologize, oh child of corra. How my own kin betray their fellow lives. How they hunt you down in your villages, shooting your leaders and stealing your people. I see at your level, oh child of corra. I humbly apologize for your mistreatment, I humbly place myself in your position.. That of a peasant, a Shepard, a wanderer. The future beyond you lays darkness, a period of prolonged suffering, one you would not have to endure had the mind of our people not be so corrupt. I humbly apologize, oh child of corra, for you must save your kind from the unforgiving grasp of man"
[b]the ground shakes, he sees the ships leaving and a mushroom cloud developing on the horizon as the remaining people awaits the enevitable. He screams for the man, but he has already dissapeared into the treeline. The rolling shroud of death approaches him and he is engulfed by it. Lucas awakes in a cot near his destroyed home town on corra, in a state of utter shock[/b]
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[spoiler]uhh... About that...[/spoiler] [b]4 men clad in black stormtrooper armour with green masks armed with black M4A1 carbines aim at him[/b]
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[b]he raises his hands to surrender and closes his eyes, ready to be shot, if it comes to that.[/b] [spoiler]oh god what are you going to do...[/spoiler]
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[i]they put a bag over his head, and seat him in a truck[/i] [spoiler]i may have taken over and colonized Corra as my PMC's homeworld[/spoiler]
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/3/2016 3:41:43 AM[b]he screams a bit and squirms around, but soon find it useless, he's too weak[/b] [spoiler]private military contractors?[/spoiler]
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[i]They drive him to a prison and throw him in a cell[/i] [spoiler]yup. My main, JT, runs a private military, and took this over as his base[/spoiler]
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/3/2016 3:45:08 AM[b]he screams and screams, hoping they will atleast take the bag off of his head[/b] [spoiler]lucas is a wisp, a native species to corra. He came looking for whatever was left and then... That happend XD[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yeah, JT had all the other wisps shipped off to civilization in another galaxy, where they at least will be treated fairly [/spoiler] [i]thry remove the bag, keeping you in the cell [/i]
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[b]he lays there, motionless. He's given up [/b] "Thanks"
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[i]a voice is heard in front of the cell[/i] "Prisoner"
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[b]he looks up, an insane look in his eye [/b]
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"Want to tell us why you're on this planet? We shipped your kind to civilization, better lives"
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"After the biological destruction of corra, I, of all people, was one of the few who survived. Me, and another one of my people found a sympathizer and lived in his ship for awhile. After she died, I came back here."
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"Well, that's too bad because Corra is our planet now"
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"I noticed"
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"Aye. So we're shipping you off"
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/3/2016 4:02:17 AM"Nah man, if everyone I cared for died here, I will too. And as a martyr, my death will mark a new beginning. Equal rights for my kind, and possibly, the ability to return home. Striking me down now will only bring in a new era, the eventual return of my kind and the hopeful peace between our kinds. At the very least, if I die, I die alongside the people I loved, at home . I am unarmed, faceless and nameless solider, make your choice"
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"Dude, we mean we're sending you with your kind to a civilized planet, as equals, chill out"
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"I've seen people like you, oh defender of lies. I hear them in your words, the lies must taste like poison. Why must you people be so secretive? Why must you attempt to deceive me with your claims of a better life, a better home. I know if I board that ship, the only thing I will be greeted by is the vacuum. The one thing I have become familiar with, friends with, regardless, he will rip my organs from my body without remorse, you have yet to feel this pain, oh nameless guard, but I assure you, you will."
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"Dude, chill out, we're actually sending you somewhere better man"
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[b]he shed a single tear of blood, rushing down his face[/b] "Why should I trust you? Look at what you've done, murdering thousands-millions, simply for the ownership of land. Women, children, innocent people.. All slain, slain for the simple greed of man, greed that is unquenchable. Today is corra, tommorrow is the Avalon, if there is anything unstoppable in a human being, it is their greed."
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[i]He shoots him with a tranquilizer round[/i]
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[b]he stares at the guard with the most betrayed looking eyes possible[/b] "Why, man?" [b]he blacks out[/b]
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[i]He awakens in the Avalon's medbay [/i]
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/3/2016 4:25:19 AM"W-what? No, no no no, not here.. Please, PLEASE. NO!" [b]he bangs on the door so hard and so long the skin on his hand has completely died and fallen off.[/b]
