LFN still felt a chill go down his spine every time he reheard the sound of his helmet visor breaking from the blade, stopping himself from touching his temporary eyepatch. He needed to know what he was hearing afterwards, after he lost his eye and after he screamed... He came to life. The Voice, though LFN knew now it was more then just that now. It was never in his head, it was in the helmet all this time, whispering and subtly influencing LFN to walk this path. Or maybe LFN just thought that. What he really wanted to know was what it said to Ruusan Marren after the battle.
"Zhol kash dinora! Haa, neyo la yud masur kee, tah uhnah kahru lur shu!"
The recording once more repeated. As years passed, LFN slowly realized that the suit of armor he wore was not just a suit of replicated Alsakan armor, The Jawas who put it on him had to of known something else if they put him in it. It was possible it had something else to do with the coordinates he received nearly six months ago, from The Voice. It led to the frozen wastelands of Hoth, but LFN never guessed why...
Still wearing his suit, he had his helmet sitting on a table, still with a hole in the visor, with wires going into the helmet and into a computer as he tried to extract more data from inside. It was only just a helmet to him with a voice all this time, only now was he curious to see if this was more then just a suit of armor, or maybe it was something completely else. He had to know what this was if he was to serve The Empire without any more surprises from his suit or The Voice.
"Zhol kash dinora! Haa, neyo la yud masur kee, tah uhnah kahru lur shu!"
The recording once more repeated. As years passed, LFN slowly realized that the suit of armor he wore was not just a suit of replicated Alsakan armor, The Jawas who put it on him had to of known something else if they put him in it. It was possible it had something else to do with the coordinates he received nearly six months ago, from The Voice. It led to the frozen wastelands of Hoth, but LFN never guessed why...
Still wearing his suit, he had his helmet sitting on a table, still with a hole in the visor, with wires going into the helmet and into a computer as he tried to extract more data from inside. It was only just a helmet to him with a voice all this time, only now was he curious to see if this was more then just a suit of armor, or maybe it was something completely else. He had to know what this was if he was to serve The Empire without any more surprises from his suit or The Voice.