Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: hhhmmm....where do I live?...I cant remember!
((Ug, rusty like an old wheel!))
The door to the armory slid open, a tall, foreboding figure stepped out into the hall followed by two other men who were tugging and adjusting his armor.
S202A looked back and forth at the group inside the corridor he'd just stepped into; floods of information pounding into his mind in moments as he wriggled and jiggled from the two 'Prism' outfitters tugging at his armor's hardpoints.
S202A was already fully armed and ready for combat; shaking his head only slightly as if to brush off all the things swirling in his mind at the moment. The Shade looked at the surrounding people, analyzing them in a robotic fashion with the information he'd garnered the moment he'd walked out the door: A Sergeant Major Jacob Musto farther off smoking a cigarette - not the smartest thing to do near an armory, even in the outside corridor . Closer in was a Corporal Onyx....? Winston, and......
S202A's head shifted slowly towards the black duo as his mind screamed with a new and sudden notion. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed them sooner, perhaps the mass of information that had invaded his cranium had masked them from him, but now that everything was shifting back into place he noticed them like they were florescent signs in a dark room.
He briefly noticed a woman next to one of them, he recognized her instantly as his squad leader, Sergeant Mio Kobayakawa, who, although she was actually lower in rank than himself, was to be his commanding officer, and so he would treat her as such.
The two outfitters had left by then and he'd simply been standing in front of the door, silently observing them. He moved towards the feminine pair and stopped in front of them, looking over at Sergeant Kobayakawa he saluted sharply, finally speaking, "Sir, Shade-202-Alpha reporting, I will be your designated Shade specialist for this mission...Ma'am."
His voice was cold and without feeling, and creepy enough to make children cry, actually it had once.
S202A had actually been in the Sergeant's squad before, on a lot of occasions actually. Hers was actually his 'designated' squad, but Shades were not always with their squads, nor were they always assigned to them; parallel, maybe, in tandem, quite often, but Shades specialized in covert operations, reconnaissance, sabotage, and assassination, which meant they best worked alone. This would explain the reason he felt he needed to 'explain' himself - if his short designation could be counted as an explanation, but Shades weren't big on 'talking'.
S202A's gaze turned ever-so-slightly towards the woman next to the Sergeant. His goggled and masked face gave away nothing, but he knew that if those two were anything like he was, then she'd know why he was looking at her.
He wondered; did the higher-ups feel that a Shade wasn't enough for this? Did they really need three 'psychic' beings? Though the term, 'psychic', was quite a liberal term in his mind. It was obvious he had abilities, he was a Shade, and everyone knew it, but those two were far more of a secret it seemed. He could guess (and read) that out of everyone in the corridor it was only him, and maybe, yes, more than a maybe, the Sergeant too, who knew what they were. Like churning milk and grazing cream off the top, it was a slow process, but the longer he was in their presence the more he could gather, though, it worked the other way around too, it always did.
S202A walked over to one of the corridor walls and stood there, neither leaning nor propping himself against it. S202A looked over at the man in the duo this time, a small breath of fog escaping from his mask as if they were in a freezer or the corridor were cold, although, it wasn't.
"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)
Last edited by Master_Archon; 01-09-2012 at 03:43 PM.