La an Aonair
A Day of Solitude.
I was "gurring" it today. Yes, I like that word better than Lone-Wolfining. It is shorter and sounds more Zabrak. And Gurrcats tend to be solitary creatures anyways.
After last night... I think this is better. I need to get back into focus. Far away from people. Far away from Maxell. He ... gets too close. I cannot think when he is around. he wants to know too much about me. It... scares me. He might... only Brem has ever come this close to knowing who I really am inside... and even he does not know me at my core. Maxell... sees right through me. It scares me and yet part of me wants ....
I cannot allow him to get that close again. He will not get me with my guard down again.
*As slowly walls of steel come up... blocking everything and everyone out.*
I lost control... I lost myself for a while. Not again. It must not happen again. So now I Gurr it. Hunting.
I went to Theed to first hunt information. Who IS Maxell. What can I find out. Then Who are Cauil and Deomo. Speaking of demon-dogs like Deomo, i nearly ran into him on my way back to the starport. We picked up the sense of each other. Like feral territorial animals. We have been bantering all day since over the comm. Dog... worse... KERR!!!
I dropped over to Kaadara to check out the ruins and go searched by Imperial Troopers. I almost turned to hit him when I saw that there were 10 of them and I had no armor nor weapon. He reported me. my keen hearing picked up Him reporting to Deomo. Damn. Geuss I leave my ship there for a bit. I will sneak in later to claim it. Biked all the way to the ruins... the surveillance device was gone. Good. Biked to Karen Shuttleport and hopped the shuttle to Moenia. Figured I would go hunt me some dogs... or near dogs. Narglatchs. But someone beat me to the cave and already cleaned them out. My mood was souring. I went to Rori to another hunt spot... also occupied and cleaned out. I hunted some Imperials to vent. And earned me the rank of Staff Seargent. Whatever. The rank has no meaning to me. Except that when I am high enough in rank, I can call upon special forces and request a base. Hmmm... that... THAT might be useful. For later thoughts. I am on Yavin IV at the moment healing in a camp of mine from the poison of some nasty Anglers. Brem might come out to join me on the hunt.
I do not regret my actions that I am paying dearly for....
I was "gurring" it today. Yes, I like that word better than Lone-Wolfining. It is shorter and sounds more Zabrak. And Gurrcats tend to be solitary creatures anyways.
After last night... I think this is better. I need to get back into focus. Far away from people. Far away from Maxell. He ... gets too close. I cannot think when he is around. he wants to know too much about me. It... scares me. He might... only Brem has ever come this close to knowing who I really am inside... and even he does not know me at my core. Maxell... sees right through me. It scares me and yet part of me wants ....
I cannot allow him to get that close again. He will not get me with my guard down again.
*As slowly walls of steel come up... blocking everything and everyone out.*
I lost control... I lost myself for a while. Not again. It must not happen again. So now I Gurr it. Hunting.
I went to Theed to first hunt information. Who IS Maxell. What can I find out. Then Who are Cauil and Deomo. Speaking of demon-dogs like Deomo, i nearly ran into him on my way back to the starport. We picked up the sense of each other. Like feral territorial animals. We have been bantering all day since over the comm. Dog... worse... KERR!!!
I dropped over to Kaadara to check out the ruins and go searched by Imperial Troopers. I almost turned to hit him when I saw that there were 10 of them and I had no armor nor weapon. He reported me. my keen hearing picked up Him reporting to Deomo. Damn. Geuss I leave my ship there for a bit. I will sneak in later to claim it. Biked all the way to the ruins... the surveillance device was gone. Good. Biked to Karen Shuttleport and hopped the shuttle to Moenia. Figured I would go hunt me some dogs... or near dogs. Narglatchs. But someone beat me to the cave and already cleaned them out. My mood was souring. I went to Rori to another hunt spot... also occupied and cleaned out. I hunted some Imperials to vent. And earned me the rank of Staff Seargent. Whatever. The rank has no meaning to me. Except that when I am high enough in rank, I can call upon special forces and request a base. Hmmm... that... THAT might be useful. For later thoughts. I am on Yavin IV at the moment healing in a camp of mine from the poison of some nasty Anglers. Brem might come out to join me on the hunt.
I do not regret my actions that I am paying dearly for....
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