Where those go to forget.

[Vosh Deo]

Welcome to the Neutral Zone, where the streets are filled with laughs, smiles, and not a single care in the world as this zone doesnt feel the effects of the War. A perfect place for anyone to get away to forget about all the horrors of what they have seen, those they lost, who they couldn't save and all in between. This bar was known for its great servers, as well as the not too expensive drinks, open to all. Imperium and Glaciate Alliance, a place where the Bounty Hunters came to get jobs, or maybe just to relax along with the others. Everyone knew about this place, at least, it seemed like it. It was not uncommon to see a Drunk StormTrooper talking with a equally Drunk Rebel. Acting as if they were old friends telling stories of their life. Yes, this was the best place to go for those who had to forget the things that pained them. (Cue Music here)

Which leads us to one trooper, one who had lost more than his fair share of friends, family, brothers. Vosh Deo, a Young trooper, a medical trooper sat at the stool of a bar, with some kind of blue drink in hand. A group photo of his friends next to him as his helmet layed to the side, on another seat, another life, another day he wished for. Something a Trooper would never get. The Red marking on his Shoulder showed he was a Medic. Yet here that didn't matter. Nothing mattered here. All he did was look at the Photo with a soft smile, lifting the blue drink and taking a swig as he lowered his head now. His eyes watering for a moment. What kind of fool was he to drink himself to tears. He shook his head and sighed letting a few tears drop on the photo he held close to him. Yes this was a sad scene. Where else can a Trooper go? The Imperium does not let the Troopers show emotion, any kind of sorrow they will pick up, this was what felt like the only place Vosh could cry about the lose of his friends, not one squad, but 5 more died on his watch, and he couldn't of done anything about it.

You'd think it would be easy...for a trooper, seeing how his friends died all the time, knowing most wouldn't come back but it never dulled the pain. Nothing would ever dull the pain for this Medic. It was his sworn duty to keep those who are wounded alive and yet he had failed each time. What kind of Medic was he? He had no idea, all he could do was drink his sorrows away and think of the What if. The what if he could of saved just one other, what he if killed the Jedi and saved his friend? What if.....What if...he...didn't join this war. This was not an easy subject for anyone. Not even a rebel could say that they didnt regret joining at least once. Seeing all the death took his tole on everything. The land, the people, the animals, everything was effected by this awful war....to which...no one would win.


|| NO DEATH || NO FIGHTS ||
This is a peaceful roleplay.