Post by Solo (Shane Qel-Droma) on Nov 18, 2005 2:08:15 GMT
Solo walks to the corner on a very busy street of Coruscant. His leg pulsating with intense pain every time he put weight on his left leg. He had been wounded in a fight with a smuggler who was taking goods from his employer. What was it worth? Were the men and women he killed any less than him? Was he any better? Maybe that smuggler was bringing the goods into a poor community who couldn't pay for them other wise. The morality of death had hit him. Why was it so late? Why did he have to see thos lifeless eyes and the cold fingers gripping onto that rifle, the finger ready to fire off a shot that it would now never be able to make.
Solo sits down in front of a diner half to relieve the pain half to avoid running into people that he passed when he was thinking like this. Solo sees a mother with her child.
I could have killed her father.
Solo sees the daughter run up to a man and yell "Papa!" Solo lets out a sigh of relief. He pulls out his pipe and stairs at it. He had become a slave to this drug and always seemed to "need" it. Solo throws the pipe down a grate and the tobacco to. Solo leans back in his chair and orders a non alcholic drink. Solo checked his wound. It was beginning to heal. He had to wrench out the particle pistol bullet himself. That was fun.
Solo sits down in front of a diner half to relieve the pain half to avoid running into people that he passed when he was thinking like this. Solo sees a mother with her child.
I could have killed her father.
Solo sees the daughter run up to a man and yell "Papa!" Solo lets out a sigh of relief. He pulls out his pipe and stairs at it. He had become a slave to this drug and always seemed to "need" it. Solo throws the pipe down a grate and the tobacco to. Solo leans back in his chair and orders a non alcholic drink. Solo checked his wound. It was beginning to heal. He had to wrench out the particle pistol bullet himself. That was fun.
