Sat Oct 31, 2009 11:25 pm by Dason Concordia
*After traversing secretly from the ArSec HQ to the AoC Dason finds his way to his office. This was a path he had rarely traversed since the end of the AoC. Sure they still had tours, but nothing that needed his personal attention. Using the force he closed the blinds and with the press of a button he turned on the lights. Slowly he walked to his desk, and sliding his left hand over it he turned into his chair and sat.
At first he spun it to the left, and to the right, just to break it back in. Then he switched on his holo computer. His mind began to race to wonder what he shall do next. He uses his holo net connection to search the HNN, and with a smile on his face watches the carnage and the biased reports from the LAN concerning Honoghr. No matter what was said, all knew that Dark Tide had won the day. He came upon an ill written letter from what seemed to be a mentally disabled child, or at least that what it seemed to him... It was odd, that part of the article was published by the one known as Last Guardian... Hmm so it seemed the one who would shoot his own allies could afford to talk Sithspit about the people who worked with his allies to destroy his own ship... What a laughable matter.
He surfed around for a while until he came to his own obituary. With a stifled laugh he shook his head. "There was no death, only the force," his Jedi Master had once told him, and there yet it seemed to Dason that the force didn't control life nor death, but only accepted it so that it could survive after the abuse from the ones who were called the defenders of peace, but yet also by those of whom would seek destruction and turmoil, the Sith. All of these warring factions were getting on Dason's nerves, and all of the kriff acronyms, honestly, but Dason had his own marvelous acronyms as well.*
