Post by Yeti on Dec 3, 2013 8:24:31 GMT -5
Just something I felt like writing, Locar's last day.
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Watching the last of the party goers slip away into the night, he could feel his strength sagging out of his body. Her strong hands guiding him to a waiting hover chair. He knew she would berate him for bolstering himself with the force throughout the party just so he wouldn't be confined to the chair.
He knew his time was near, but his bride looked just as young as the day they had met.
His friends all had succumbed before him, many said it was his sheer willpower that kept him alive these days. The thought of another treaty, the next corporate acquishion.
He chuckled at the thought of it all.
His bride asking what was so funny, his classic response of nothing just memories as he ushered her away. Asking to sit and look at the stars while she cleaned up a bit.
After hundred and forty-eight years of life, no what kept him going was praying that the dark times would not begin again. He could feel the darkness gathering strength again, it pulled at the darkness within him. The subtle whispers offering what it knows could tempt him.
Everlasting life, no he would refuse it as he had the past twenty years of it's pull.
Moving the hoverchair to the deck off the den, he knew she would find him here later. She always knew where he was, lighting the cigar enjoying the aroma of the Cheshian tobacco.
Calling over the old Kate unit, retreiving the cloth wrapped package from her storage compartment. This would be his last gift to the future. He knew if they had known about this they would have stopped him, but he knew he couldn't wait much longer.
Taking the cloth from the item, the perfect circular orb in hand. He looked at the R8 unit, ensuring it remembered the instructions given to it.
Beginning the ritual, he could feel the last of his strength ebb away only his mind worked as it continued the flow of the force like a river gushing from him until only darkness remained.
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Feeling the initial wave of the force over her, she smiled knowing he was reaching his mind out to his world, his creation, his salvation, to each of the people that owe so much to him. It took her a second to realize something was different, it wasn't his normal caress it was more of a good-bye.
Rushing to his den, she knew even as she entered he was no longer with them. Slumped in the chair, a chesian cigar in its holder nearly spent, the empty glass of datoonie brandy with its two cubes of ice. The ever loyal pink R8 unit sitting beside him waiting its next set of orders.
Smiling even as the tears rolled down her face, she would miss this man, the man she loved, the man who gave her her greatest desires and than some.
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Watching the last of the party goers slip away into the night, he could feel his strength sagging out of his body. Her strong hands guiding him to a waiting hover chair. He knew she would berate him for bolstering himself with the force throughout the party just so he wouldn't be confined to the chair.
He knew his time was near, but his bride looked just as young as the day they had met.
His friends all had succumbed before him, many said it was his sheer willpower that kept him alive these days. The thought of another treaty, the next corporate acquishion.
He chuckled at the thought of it all.
His bride asking what was so funny, his classic response of nothing just memories as he ushered her away. Asking to sit and look at the stars while she cleaned up a bit.
After hundred and forty-eight years of life, no what kept him going was praying that the dark times would not begin again. He could feel the darkness gathering strength again, it pulled at the darkness within him. The subtle whispers offering what it knows could tempt him.
Everlasting life, no he would refuse it as he had the past twenty years of it's pull.
Moving the hoverchair to the deck off the den, he knew she would find him here later. She always knew where he was, lighting the cigar enjoying the aroma of the Cheshian tobacco.
Calling over the old Kate unit, retreiving the cloth wrapped package from her storage compartment. This would be his last gift to the future. He knew if they had known about this they would have stopped him, but he knew he couldn't wait much longer.
Taking the cloth from the item, the perfect circular orb in hand. He looked at the R8 unit, ensuring it remembered the instructions given to it.
Beginning the ritual, he could feel the last of his strength ebb away only his mind worked as it continued the flow of the force like a river gushing from him until only darkness remained.
=============================================================================================
Feeling the initial wave of the force over her, she smiled knowing he was reaching his mind out to his world, his creation, his salvation, to each of the people that owe so much to him. It took her a second to realize something was different, it wasn't his normal caress it was more of a good-bye.
Rushing to his den, she knew even as she entered he was no longer with them. Slumped in the chair, a chesian cigar in its holder nearly spent, the empty glass of datoonie brandy with its two cubes of ice. The ever loyal pink R8 unit sitting beside him waiting its next set of orders.
Smiling even as the tears rolled down her face, she would miss this man, the man she loved, the man who gave her her greatest desires and than some.