The Past...
He had returned home a shamed and beaten man. His wife could not meet his face, not that he wanted her to. His elder children sulked about, trying hard how to greet him without weighing him down with emotions. At first no one said anything, and the silence it self soon began to become unberable. Then, out of the bedroom came his five year old daughter, yelling for her daddy as she ran to his legs. Despite the weight of his failure hanging over him, he could not stop a smile from gracing his lips. Despite the unfortunate circumstances, he was home once again.
He couldn't sleep that night, his turns and tosses disturbing his wife before he finally laid on his back and stared upwards the ceiling of his home. He thought back on the battle, on how it all began to go wrong....
The Present
Garqi....
He had never ventured this far into the center of the galaxy before. All of his life, he had lived it within the realms of Farfalen and the tion hegemony. He had never gone outside of the territory of his former masters and lords before his "incident". Before now. He was a man without a home, the fate of his family unknown. He had just the rumours to go on. To find someone, anyone, who could help him accomplish his new goal, what it was he wanted to do, or die trying....
'Damn the Coalition to hell. They stole my pride, my prestige, my life...
He had returned home a shamed and beaten man. His wife could not meet his face, not that he wanted her to. His elder children sulked about, trying hard how to greet him without weighing him down with emotions. At first no one said anything, and the silence it self soon began to become unberable. Then, out of the bedroom came his five year old daughter, yelling for her daddy as she ran to his legs. Despite the weight of his failure hanging over him, he could not stop a smile from gracing his lips. Despite the unfortunate circumstances, he was home once again.
He couldn't sleep that night, his turns and tosses disturbing his wife before he finally laid on his back and stared upwards the ceiling of his home. He thought back on the battle, on how it all began to go wrong....
The Present
Garqi....
He had never ventured this far into the center of the galaxy before. All of his life, he had lived it within the realms of Farfalen and the tion hegemony. He had never gone outside of the territory of his former masters and lords before his "incident". Before now. He was a man without a home, the fate of his family unknown. He had just the rumours to go on. To find someone, anyone, who could help him accomplish his new goal, what it was he wanted to do, or die trying....
'Damn the Coalition to hell. They stole my pride, my prestige, my life...