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Not so long ago. On a tired battlefield.
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The ground beneath his feet was dry, he could feel the dust he kicked up as he made one particular step, but the realization that even the rain gave up on Zonju V was not enough for him to look down. Rather he didn't allow himself to. He needed his strenght for the march that awaited him...
Through the war torn region he walked, ever watchful of the next pirate trying to kill him. He was done with this place... leaving the blood and the bodies behind him as the only companion that remained was the ever present, sand filled, wind.
A black op was the reason he was here, to spill blood and move the Cartel forward. Manipulating events to their favor Vero and the council sought to bring Zonju V under the Cartel banner, and the only man who could be sent in to the pitts of this hell was he...
Half a galaxy away from the place he called home. He once more said goodbye to his little girl, friends and brothers and donned the combat armor and rifle. Once more he would dance with the Reaper, and see if maybe this time the hooded man would take him... He'd stood at the gates of hell twice already, and twice he had been rejected.
But this time was different...
"He was betrayed."
After months of constant battle in this hell hole, he had accomplished the goal he'd been given. "The Shark" smelled blood and went in for the kill, but instead of victory he was betrayed. Someone tried to kill him, him and his entire squad. Whether it was luck, fate, the force or his own instincts that saved him he didn't know anymore. All he knew at this point was that he wanted to go home...
He was tired, beaten and injured. But even so the dark haired man was alive, his eyes may have been tired but they showed a willingness to live on. Mentall toughness that few people had, the ability to bear pain and fatigue and focus on the task in front of him. "To survive."
And so he conserved his energy, he didn't look down at the ground that was the grave for his comrades, he didn't stop because he feared that he wouldn't be able to continue if he rested. He simply marched, on and on... his resolve strong even though his body was not...
Thread notes: The location of this thread is Zonju V. This thread is mostly for Darkwasp and me, but if someone else, is active, and feels like they could contribute to the story feel free to VM me and we'll see if we can work something out.