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This was it...this was how it all ended...
The Ragged M...Crudence had already given up hope when Cain restored his memories, all of them, and left him on the streets to die. Being picked up and healed, only to be tossed into some godforsaken dark place in the galaxy was just the cherry on top of the drink. He gazed out from under his hood, looking past the several rotting bowls of food and taking note of the rough sickly green limestone walls, water dripping down through the grate above him and almost flooding the room in toe-deep water, skeletons of previous inhabitants silently mocking what he had become over the last 22 and a half years. Mother never would have wanted this, Master never would've wanted this, they always taught him to trust in the force, that a larger hand was always at work, but instead he had let his rage and his grief overwhelm him and turn him into a weapon, a blunt tool that somehow managed to navigate and survive a hostile galaxy for decades without the force taking him into it's embrace.
No more though...the chase is over, this would be where he dies, alone and in the stinking dark that he had given himself to so easily all those years ago, it felt fitting. He couldn't deny though, that food looked so tasty now...he missed food, food made him smile, especially when Mama made it.
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Sota wouldn't let this stand, she refused to give him to satisfaction of knowing that he had broken her. Caiden Vex had finally grown weary of the hired help and decided that, if she was going to keep resisting, then she was of no more use to him, so he had her bagged up and tossed into the gutter to rot. She could practically see his smug face out there in the cosmos, taunting without even realizing as he worked on something without even giving her a second thought. He wasn't going to get the last word though, she was going to to get out of here, and when his bloodied carcass is laying on the floor of his office, beaten and broken, every humiliation and pain he brought on his victims visited on him, then she will be satisfied. Her cell was nothing to ride home about, it looked more like a sewer than anything else, dingy walls, grate letting in a little light etc. but she still had her gear, so that was a plus. In the distance, she could hear the faint sounds of screaming...or cheering, hard to tell. More interestingly though, she could hear a faint sniffling, it sounded like it was in the room next to hers. In fact, it sounded more like...crying? She stood and put her ear to the wall, listening intently.
Sure enough, there was a faint crying on the other side of the wall, but she couldn't speak to it's occupant...or could she? She looked at the wall and gave it a few raps to test it, and sure enough, it seemed hollow enough to be heard on the other side. She took out a small credit chit and started to soft tap on the wall, morse code speaking for her. Hello there...I'm Sota...
The Ragged M...Crudence had already given up hope when Cain restored his memories, all of them, and left him on the streets to die. Being picked up and healed, only to be tossed into some godforsaken dark place in the galaxy was just the cherry on top of the drink. He gazed out from under his hood, looking past the several rotting bowls of food and taking note of the rough sickly green limestone walls, water dripping down through the grate above him and almost flooding the room in toe-deep water, skeletons of previous inhabitants silently mocking what he had become over the last 22 and a half years. Mother never would have wanted this, Master never would've wanted this, they always taught him to trust in the force, that a larger hand was always at work, but instead he had let his rage and his grief overwhelm him and turn him into a weapon, a blunt tool that somehow managed to navigate and survive a hostile galaxy for decades without the force taking him into it's embrace.
No more though...the chase is over, this would be where he dies, alone and in the stinking dark that he had given himself to so easily all those years ago, it felt fitting. He couldn't deny though, that food looked so tasty now...he missed food, food made him smile, especially when Mama made it.
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Sota wouldn't let this stand, she refused to give him to satisfaction of knowing that he had broken her. Caiden Vex had finally grown weary of the hired help and decided that, if she was going to keep resisting, then she was of no more use to him, so he had her bagged up and tossed into the gutter to rot. She could practically see his smug face out there in the cosmos, taunting without even realizing as he worked on something without even giving her a second thought. He wasn't going to get the last word though, she was going to to get out of here, and when his bloodied carcass is laying on the floor of his office, beaten and broken, every humiliation and pain he brought on his victims visited on him, then she will be satisfied. Her cell was nothing to ride home about, it looked more like a sewer than anything else, dingy walls, grate letting in a little light etc. but she still had her gear, so that was a plus. In the distance, she could hear the faint sounds of screaming...or cheering, hard to tell. More interestingly though, she could hear a faint sniffling, it sounded like it was in the room next to hers. In fact, it sounded more like...crying? She stood and put her ear to the wall, listening intently.
Sure enough, there was a faint crying on the other side of the wall, but she couldn't speak to it's occupant...or could she? She looked at the wall and gave it a few raps to test it, and sure enough, it seemed hollow enough to be heard on the other side. She took out a small credit chit and started to soft tap on the wall, morse code speaking for her. Hello there...I'm Sota...