Post by Atlas Screams on Jul 1, 2014 3:05:22 GMT -5
They called it the ice bath back on Cadar Prime. The feeling that washes over you the first time you take a life. Shocking at first, desensitizing...
Then comes clarity. A renewed sense of purpose for some, a dark path for others. ... I became a crew dog before most kids had even had their first round of spice. I never knew my mother or father though I dont think it would have mattered if I had. My eyes were always on the sky.
My first journey off world was as a stowaway on a Vegas Class ship called the Temptress. Its captain, Vicar Alfonse was a stern but kindhearted man. Upon my discovery, he simply put me to work. His kind streak would be his downfall however, 4 years later a Javat assassin posing as a diplomat stabbed him while he slept. He claimed to be a refugee seeking safe passage.
Post by Atlas Screams on Jul 3, 2014 14:26:28 GMT -5
After Vicar's untimely demise I was stranded on Kalflange Outpost for about a year doing odd jobs. I thought I was stuck planetside for good until I came across an old spacer named Halus.
The man's skin was as grey as the smog back on Prime and his eyes as red as a hostile sun. He never spoke more than a word at a time unless it was about his son. On that topic, the old man could drone on endlessly.