Brahe's Hangar
Krownest
TIme: 1700
Today was a bit different- rather than wearing his flight suit, Brahe had decided to wear his Jedi robes. Recent events had unnerved the young padawan, weighing on his mind like a rock dropping to the bottom of a lake. They were on a snow and ice planet, yes, but Brahe felt chilled, like a part of him was now hollow, a black hole tearing at him from the inside, twisting and promising the universe if only but for a small portion of the control over his soul.
He had called Fiach here for two reasons- one was to finally show her that gift he had been working on, and the other was something....something he trusted to tell only a few people. So far, only Master Mila knew what happened, but to what extent it had affected Brahe...he wasn't sure exactly what Mila understood of his plight. Things had gotten worse. He woke in the night from nightmares. Visions of things that felt so vivid he might as well have been living them in the moment. Horrible things, really. Death, betrayal, the loss of everything he loved.
But that was far from his mind, as he entered the hangar bay with Fiach, leading her by the hand.
"Close your eyes until I tell you it's okay to open them!" He said, smiling as he led her through the entry hall, made a right, and walked out onto into the open bay where the fighters were stationed. Once they were there, he spoke again.
"Alright, you can open your eyes now!"
When Fiach would open her eyes, the space would be rather empty. Gone were the TIE Ranger, the TIE LNs, the TIE bomber, and all the other fighters that had once populated the hangar. Instead, sitting in the center of the hangar bay were none other than two, pristine, and freshly manufactured TIE Hunters, their S foils folded. A wide grin played across Brahe's face as he put his hands on his hips.
"I sold all the others for these. They are technically interceptors, but I didn't want to spoil the surprise."
@Corbeau
Krownest
TIme: 1700
Today was a bit different- rather than wearing his flight suit, Brahe had decided to wear his Jedi robes. Recent events had unnerved the young padawan, weighing on his mind like a rock dropping to the bottom of a lake. They were on a snow and ice planet, yes, but Brahe felt chilled, like a part of him was now hollow, a black hole tearing at him from the inside, twisting and promising the universe if only but for a small portion of the control over his soul.
He had called Fiach here for two reasons- one was to finally show her that gift he had been working on, and the other was something....something he trusted to tell only a few people. So far, only Master Mila knew what happened, but to what extent it had affected Brahe...he wasn't sure exactly what Mila understood of his plight. Things had gotten worse. He woke in the night from nightmares. Visions of things that felt so vivid he might as well have been living them in the moment. Horrible things, really. Death, betrayal, the loss of everything he loved.
But that was far from his mind, as he entered the hangar bay with Fiach, leading her by the hand.
"Close your eyes until I tell you it's okay to open them!" He said, smiling as he led her through the entry hall, made a right, and walked out onto into the open bay where the fighters were stationed. Once they were there, he spoke again.
"Alright, you can open your eyes now!"
When Fiach would open her eyes, the space would be rather empty. Gone were the TIE Ranger, the TIE LNs, the TIE bomber, and all the other fighters that had once populated the hangar. Instead, sitting in the center of the hangar bay were none other than two, pristine, and freshly manufactured TIE Hunters, their S foils folded. A wide grin played across Brahe's face as he put his hands on his hips.
"I sold all the others for these. They are technically interceptors, but I didn't want to spoil the surprise."
@Corbeau