Unlikely Paths / A Darkness Rises

[Veygaar]

Rorry's eyes opened only slightly, he found himself in a luxurious bed. The room, designed for the wealthy and spoiled, held a view to Planet Hiran unlike any other.

"I know this room..." Rorry muttered to himself as memories almost forgotten sunk in.

The door to the room slid open to reveal a young woman smiling, her eye's deep blue.

"John, you're still in bed?" she said as she leapt onto the mattress in a playful manner, looking down at Renegade Pirate.

Rorry collected his thoughts as he realized this wasn't the present, but a memory. Suddenly he was looking down upon the happy couple, the joy they held in each other evident in every way. The young man he saw was in no way the man he was today...

...the scene changed. The light had faded into obscurity. A ceremony was taking place. Many were in attendance. Thousands of voices echoed into the distance with shouts of devotion. "Rorry! Rorry! Rorry! Rorry!"

The woman was now old, looking down not at her lover, but instead, a coffin. Her eye's no longer held their brightness. Time had taken it's tole. Her life spent. Wasted on the false hopes of that young man in the room to return.

He knew the story, this fate. He had chosen it long ago.

"Such is the loss... in the pursuit of power." The words echoed in Rorry's mind. His gaze turned toward his feet, water was rising quickly. He looked up just in time to meet a crashing wave head on. It landed like a brick wall...


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"Rorry... Rorry! Comon boss sit up.... that's it. Good god ya' had me scared there Rorry."

Rorry looked up to a familiar face, Ron, a Renegade whom he had trusted his life to on more than one occasion.

"Where... what happened?

"You were out for almost two days Boss! You're own damn ship jettisoned you out and took off!" Ron talked as he checked on the monotor hovering behind Rorry.

Rorry sat up, still drowsy from the Nox. "Where are we exactly Ron?"

"Yangi Depot boss, I brought ya here as fast as I could. No one knows yer here for now. But it looks like we'll be lying low for a few days. Reavers and a rag tag group of mercs hit the mooring points just minutes after I got ya here. They're squattin' for a while so the word goes, some job with the GMG going down. And well, with that huge price on your head and the condition you're in right now and no damn good get away ship, I think it's best we keep ourselves scarce..."

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