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<blockquote data-quote="Ankh-Morpork Guard" data-source="post: 1802474" data-attributes="member: 10079"><p><strong>Chapter 5: Of Times Long Gone</strong></p><p></p><p>His hair was longer now, the fringe coming down to his nose on the right side of his face. On the other side, the hair was swept back, though it was gathering at his neckline. His once young face was marred by experiences of war and suffering. It was obvious he was still young, but the years were truly shown in the eyes. There was something heavy and pained deep within them that anyone could see. No longer was the bright orange flight suit worn, or the grey and red-piped formal uniform. It had been replaced by a utilitarian brow jumpsuit with a high collar. Something that made its wearer even more of a mess to look at, as it was covered in smudges and what looked like burn marks. No one asked why there was no record of his existence anywhere in the galaxy for the past three standard years. No one asked what had happened to a young Lieutenant that spent only three months with the New Republic Spec Force. Even they had given up on trying to track him.</p><p> </p><p>Even Akan didn’t remember why he’d run from that life anymore. It had been so long since his time as a pilot which soon after was followed by a short stint as a commando. But those days were gone. Those memories buried, hidden away so that he could no longer feel the hurt. The name Raan was even gone from his memory. It was the last to go, but the quickest to fade once discarded. He could not remember his past, so latched onto the last three years of his life as Akan Tavos. </p><p> </p><p>The life in the military was long gone, but the skills remained. Akan’s subconscious had its own way of keeping these in his mind as only natural aptitude. Nothing he was trained in. He trained as a Jedi Knight. Learning from old texts he had uncovered just two years earlier while wandering the depths of Coruscant. Like many things, he didn’t remember the details of how he found them, or even where. He just knew that he had them. Part of him, somewhere at least, knew how dangerous it was to learn in his condition. Though his conscious mind would never admit or accept the deep pain and scars buried within, Akan’s subconscious knew they were there and did its best to protect him from it. It had only succeeded to a finite point. The pain was connected to his emotions, and if emotions grew to strong...dangerous things were likely to occur and his control was lost. Akan knew it had happened at least once, though he knew not why.</p><p> </p><p>He currently stood alone on the primary bridge of a retrofitted Carrack Cruiser. It was not his, but owned mutually between all of the mercenaries. Of which, he was one. They were called Ansion’s Claws. Ansion was the Verpine who had formed the rag-tag but very effective group of mercenaries. They were not ruthless and cruel as many in the profession, but at the same time weren’t about to work for no profit. Divided into four divisions, Akan was the leader of Division Three. Currently, they were in hyperspace on their way to the planet Endor, of which they had been called to check a science installation out. Apparently, the New Republic had lost contact with a small installation on the planet’s forest moon, and as the conflict with the Chiss Grand Admiral Thrawn had just ended, they did not have the resources to spare.</p><p> </p><p>“Um...sir?” the voice was that of T’an Vissar, a small Chadra-Fan who was one of the youngest members of the Claws and was part of Division One(where all recruits started out before being placed in one of the other three).</p><p> </p><p>Akan turned around from looking out the viewport to look to T’an. In a voice that held a bit of ice, but was as kind as he could manage in these days, he said, “Don’t call me sir. What is it?”</p><p> </p><p>“Uh...” T’an glanced at his feet looking worried, but then took a deep breath, and his squeaky voice kept its composure, “Ansion wanted you to report to the briefing room for a uh...meeting.”</p><p> </p><p>“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Akan said, nodding to the small creature and starting to look back to the blue tunnel ahead. He felt something then, a slight hint of something in the Force from the direction of T’an. A strange smile crept onto Akan’s face, though the Chadra-Fan couldn’t see it, “You wanted to ask me something, T’an?”</p><p> </p><p>A feeling of panic rippled through the Force as T’an was still getting used to the fact that Akan was a Force user. The others had already learned that he’d pick up on things like that, but it always unnerved the new recruits. T’an quickly composed himself, and asked his question, “Why do you um..stay up here? I thought the secondary bridge was all that was needed to pilot the ship...”</p><p> </p><p>Ah. That one. He’d been asked that a few times already. Akan turned around and started over towards T’an and the exit to the bridge, “Its quiet here. Empty. And there’s truly an amazing view of the stars from here. Sometime when you’ve got nothing else to do, just come up here by yourself and watch it.”</p><p> </p><p>Without another word, he left T’an to the empty primary bridge and went to the turbolift. He would be somewhat late to the meeting, but they were used to it and always waited on the important things.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ankh-Morpork Guard, post: 1802474, member: 10079"] [b]Chapter 5: Of Times Long Gone[/b] His hair was longer now, the fringe coming down to his nose on the right side of his face. On the other side, the hair was swept back, though it was gathering at his neckline. His once young face was marred by experiences of war and suffering. It was obvious he was still young, but the years were truly shown in the eyes. There was something heavy and pained deep within them that anyone could see. No longer was the bright orange flight suit worn, or the grey and red-piped formal uniform. It had been replaced by a utilitarian brow jumpsuit with a high collar. Something that made its wearer even more of a mess to look at, as it was covered in smudges and what looked like burn marks. No one asked why there was no record of his existence anywhere in the galaxy for the past three standard years. No one asked what had happened to a young Lieutenant that spent only three months with the New Republic Spec Force. Even they had given up on trying to track him. Even Akan didn’t remember why he’d run from that life anymore. It had been so long since his time as a pilot which soon after was followed by a short stint as a commando. But those days were gone. Those memories buried, hidden away so that he could no longer feel the hurt. The name Raan was even gone from his memory. It was the last to go, but the quickest to fade once discarded. He could not remember his past, so latched onto the last three years of his life as Akan Tavos. The life in the military was long gone, but the skills remained. Akan’s subconscious had its own way of keeping these in his mind as only natural aptitude. Nothing he was trained in. He trained as a Jedi Knight. Learning from old texts he had uncovered just two years earlier while wandering the depths of Coruscant. Like many things, he didn’t remember the details of how he found them, or even where. He just knew that he had them. Part of him, somewhere at least, knew how dangerous it was to learn in his condition. Though his conscious mind would never admit or accept the deep pain and scars buried within, Akan’s subconscious knew they were there and did its best to protect him from it. It had only succeeded to a finite point. The pain was connected to his emotions, and if emotions grew to strong...dangerous things were likely to occur and his control was lost. Akan knew it had happened at least once, though he knew not why. He currently stood alone on the primary bridge of a retrofitted Carrack Cruiser. It was not his, but owned mutually between all of the mercenaries. Of which, he was one. They were called Ansion’s Claws. Ansion was the Verpine who had formed the rag-tag but very effective group of mercenaries. They were not ruthless and cruel as many in the profession, but at the same time weren’t about to work for no profit. Divided into four divisions, Akan was the leader of Division Three. Currently, they were in hyperspace on their way to the planet Endor, of which they had been called to check a science installation out. Apparently, the New Republic had lost contact with a small installation on the planet’s forest moon, and as the conflict with the Chiss Grand Admiral Thrawn had just ended, they did not have the resources to spare. “Um...sir?” the voice was that of T’an Vissar, a small Chadra-Fan who was one of the youngest members of the Claws and was part of Division One(where all recruits started out before being placed in one of the other three). Akan turned around from looking out the viewport to look to T’an. In a voice that held a bit of ice, but was as kind as he could manage in these days, he said, “Don’t call me sir. What is it?” “Uh...” T’an glanced at his feet looking worried, but then took a deep breath, and his squeaky voice kept its composure, “Ansion wanted you to report to the briefing room for a uh...meeting.” “I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Akan said, nodding to the small creature and starting to look back to the blue tunnel ahead. He felt something then, a slight hint of something in the Force from the direction of T’an. A strange smile crept onto Akan’s face, though the Chadra-Fan couldn’t see it, “You wanted to ask me something, T’an?” A feeling of panic rippled through the Force as T’an was still getting used to the fact that Akan was a Force user. The others had already learned that he’d pick up on things like that, but it always unnerved the new recruits. T’an quickly composed himself, and asked his question, “Why do you um..stay up here? I thought the secondary bridge was all that was needed to pilot the ship...” Ah. That one. He’d been asked that a few times already. Akan turned around and started over towards T’an and the exit to the bridge, “Its quiet here. Empty. And there’s truly an amazing view of the stars from here. Sometime when you’ve got nothing else to do, just come up here by yourself and watch it.” Without another word, he left T’an to the empty primary bridge and went to the turbolift. He would be somewhat late to the meeting, but they were used to it and always waited on the important things. [/QUOTE]
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