First Lieutenant Shieva Winters kicked over yet another burned corpse with her armor-plated boot, her disgust hidden behind the cold visor of her Stormtrooper helmet. The damn place was a wreck. And to think they were on the first tier...
It terrified her. Regular terrorists were to be treated with the utmost care and caution, but this was something far worse. Whatever caused this was dangerous and sending a message. What that message was seemed pretty clear the The First Lieutenant. Do not fuck with me, is what she read. And it was pretty damn clear. She rolled the body back into its position, charred skin and flesh caressing the black soot and ash beneath it. She was really glad in that moment that her helmet filtered out smells. Command had given her what, at the time, had seemed like an easy job. Primary objective was to locate Elijah Corvus, the former Director of the experimental facility here in Coruscant. And yet there were thousands of dead and rotting bodies here, not counting the ones that may or may not have been buried beneath the shell of the building. She glanced up at the sky and took into account the sun bearing down on her. Beneath the bone-white plating, she could feel rivulets of sweat running down her neck and around her breasts. Down to her stomach, taut with muscle and fear. She felt so damn hot beneath her armor, and this unshakable presence of fear bore down on her like the commanders of her unit. She turned her head sharply as a sound found its way into her right ear, and she pivoted, throwing up a little dust in the wake of her momentum. Under a bit of collapsed rubble, an opalescent glow seeped out like the blood on the corpses, slow and lazy and hot. Shieva felt the fear slowly grow as she inched forward, and yet she also felt something else... A sort of ease that entered her mind. It was as she knew what might happen, but wasn't concerned in any way. She could handle whatever might come her way. She was a Stormtrooper, Goddammit!
That was the last thought to cross her mind before a black, sinewy claw erupted through her chest, killing her instantly.
"Humans... So soft and squishy on the inside." Koal turned around and shook the bloody viscera off his hand, whistling an old tune that had no name.
It terrified her. Regular terrorists were to be treated with the utmost care and caution, but this was something far worse. Whatever caused this was dangerous and sending a message. What that message was seemed pretty clear the The First Lieutenant. Do not fuck with me, is what she read. And it was pretty damn clear. She rolled the body back into its position, charred skin and flesh caressing the black soot and ash beneath it. She was really glad in that moment that her helmet filtered out smells. Command had given her what, at the time, had seemed like an easy job. Primary objective was to locate Elijah Corvus, the former Director of the experimental facility here in Coruscant. And yet there were thousands of dead and rotting bodies here, not counting the ones that may or may not have been buried beneath the shell of the building. She glanced up at the sky and took into account the sun bearing down on her. Beneath the bone-white plating, she could feel rivulets of sweat running down her neck and around her breasts. Down to her stomach, taut with muscle and fear. She felt so damn hot beneath her armor, and this unshakable presence of fear bore down on her like the commanders of her unit. She turned her head sharply as a sound found its way into her right ear, and she pivoted, throwing up a little dust in the wake of her momentum. Under a bit of collapsed rubble, an opalescent glow seeped out like the blood on the corpses, slow and lazy and hot. Shieva felt the fear slowly grow as she inched forward, and yet she also felt something else... A sort of ease that entered her mind. It was as she knew what might happen, but wasn't concerned in any way. She could handle whatever might come her way. She was a Stormtrooper, Goddammit!
That was the last thought to cross her mind before a black, sinewy claw erupted through her chest, killing her instantly.
"Humans... So soft and squishy on the inside." Koal turned around and shook the bloody viscera off his hand, whistling an old tune that had no name.
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables