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Balan

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Catalyst
« on: November 04, 2015, 03:36:34 AM EST »

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Emptiness.

        That's what Balan felt as he woke up. The feeling unnerved him. He had never felt like this before. He lay in his simple bed with a wooden frame, under a plain cotton blanket. He then noticed, as he looked at the chrono on the nightstand beside his bed, that he had slept in a couple hours. This was also very unusual. He didn't understand how it had happened, he had gone to bed on time the night before. He hoped his father wouldn't be too upset with him, for not getting up and getting his chores done.

        He found, as he lay there, that it seemed very difficult to even just slide his legs out from under the covers and place his feet on the ground. After a few minutes he willed himself to accomplish this. After a few more moments, he managed to stand up off his bed.

        He decided to get some breakfast. So, he crossed the wooden floor to the open door of his bedroom. He took several steps down the central hallway of his home. He stopped at another open doorway. It was to his brother's room. His brother had disappeared some two weeks prior. His parents had been unable to tell him anything of his brother's whereabouts. They seemed to know nothing of what had happened to him. He missed his brother.

        He made his way down the rest of the hallway and into the kitchen. He poured himself some heavily sweetened cereal and blue milk. He then noticed, through one of the large windows on the front of his family's house, his mother sitting in her rocking chair on the front porch. She seemed disturbed.

        He put down the bowl of cereal he had barely touched. Wary, and becoming fearful, he slowly made his way to the front door, and then out onto the front porch. His mother was focused on something in the distance. There was a long silence between them. During this silence, Balan followed her gaze to the south. At first he didn't see anything. He then noticed, in the distance beyond some trees, a light plume of black smoke. His mother, Larna, finally broke the silence. "Your father should be back soon."

        He then identified the plume as the source of the emptiness he was experiencing. It felt like a black hole irresistibly pulling him in. He knew it had something to do with his father. Something had happened to him.

        He broke into a run, using the Force to propel himself faster and faster. He was a blur through the thigh-high grass. He weaved through the woods between his home and the plume.

        As he drew nearer he became more and more convinced that something dreadful had happened to his father. He tried not to think about it. He just had to find him.

        He saw a very large metallic object in the field past the woods. As he came closer he identified it as a spaceship, and as the source of the plume. Reaching it, he stopped less than ten meters from the bow of the ship. It looked to be a light transport ship, almost cylindrical in shape, about thirty meters wide and twice as long. The transparisteel viewports on the front of the ship were blown out. The plume of smoke rose slowly from the destroyed bridge.

        Balan didn't want to admit to himself what had probably happened. He just wanted his father to be okay. He wanted his hero to survive one more fight, one more scrape with death.

        He then saw the robed, motionless figure, laying on his back on the frame of one of the blown out viewports. He realized the unbelievable. His father was dead.

        He stood motionless for a moment, before falling to his knees. He pounded the ground with his fists, and screamed "why?!" again and again. He began sobbing. Soon the rage subsided, but the sobbing continued. After a while, he simply lay quietly on the grass. His eyes fixated on the one thing that had survived. His father's lightsaber.
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Re: Catalyst
« Reply #1 on: November 04, 2015, 03:37:37 AM EST »

Moved this story from the Character Intro board to this more appropriate location.
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Re: Catalyst
« Reply #2 on: November 06, 2015, 03:16:49 AM EST »

What I will do is make a comment thread for this, then after 24 hours, I will remove my post and your last post, so you can have this as a dedicated chronicle thread.

Doing this since we have a policy regarding the Chronicles. No comments on Chronicle threads so it would not break the immersion.
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