Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 28, 2012 0:04:05 GMT -8
On his way back to the base, Marekis soared through the stars in his Y-wing, with a smile on his face. His trip would be worth it soon. All his work would come out to one summed up experience, to strike out in one final swing against his the world, against himself. But he was in deep in thought. There was a depression about him that couldn't be explained. This was the experience of a life time but something spoke to him from within, so muffled that is was nigh understandable. All he could do was muffle it further for it distracted him from other thoughts. Thoughts of power, of strength, of murder and darkness. The only voice that needed to be heard was his own. He began to think of his Master once more. He began to wonder how much longer he needed to plan, how much longer he needed to wait to slit his throat and listen to him gargle that he had been surpassed. The complacency that Marekis had been playing for so long must come to an end soon. He became weary of this little act. It was time to begin the next scene. And with this thought he felt something. Heard something. It wasn't the voice from before. No this was much more clear. It was his "Master". It seemed like it was time. He sensed his distress. Didn't seem like his little meet and greet with the emperor went well. He called back out to him, grinning at what was to come to pass.
What do you need old man? Did your little play date go well?
