06-12-2016, 12:06 AM
Morning came and went, and so did a good part of the next afternoon. Abner slept like he never had before. Something about meeting the overlord of this absurd realm really took it out of him. Either that or the thousands of questions and meetings he’d endured in the aftermath. It wasn't to last, because he’d barely set foot back in Coruscant before finding out he was being sent away again. This time to respond to a request from Karl Jak himself, personally addressed to him.
He must have been desperate.
Still, though the Empire and Abner had different views of Abner’s loyalty and commitment, other factors had played in enough to motivate him towards the sign ups. So, after a long sleep, he’d geared up with all of his old equipment once more. He also swung by the Imperial armory had had committed some light larceny, much to the chagrin of the on duty quartermaster.
It was with a full load of new and old gear that Abner strolled through Darkshire, looking for the promised booth that would let him into this strange cross of hell and reality TV. Then again, the differences were few, when it was put that way.
Upon spotting it, Abner calmly stepped up to the booth were a blonde woman sat. She looked at the properly armed man, and seemed relieved to see someone that might fit the description of “normal.” At the same time, she was also a bit cautious.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked, just to be sure. There were plenty of curious folks that had passed by.
Abner dropped the letter from Karl Jak before her. “Hell, you called me. I’m here for all this.”
“Just making sure,” the woman smiled at him, and he responded with a blank stare. “We need you to sign one or two things.”
Abner watched as she put several papers before him, and began to skim over them. Absolution of moral and legal responsibility, and did he see something about TV rights? Goddammit. The things he put up with…
Abner grumbled as he signed the papers, and dropped the pen on the table before the lady. She put them aside, and gestured to the teleporter behind her.
“Step right in and I’ll send you there,” she explained.
Abner walked past her, and stood on the platform. It was hard to believe, really. He was really going to the Danteverse. Much was promised the last time it was opened, and it had paid off for some, and not so much for others. There were promises of power, glory, wealth, and fame to all who entered last time around, and surely the potential was still there, even in different circumstances. As the teleporter began powering up, none of those things were on Abner’s mind. Instead, he found himself mumbling an old cadence from boot camp.
“Here we go again…
Same old shit again…”
He must have been desperate.
Still, though the Empire and Abner had different views of Abner’s loyalty and commitment, other factors had played in enough to motivate him towards the sign ups. So, after a long sleep, he’d geared up with all of his old equipment once more. He also swung by the Imperial armory had had committed some light larceny, much to the chagrin of the on duty quartermaster.
It was with a full load of new and old gear that Abner strolled through Darkshire, looking for the promised booth that would let him into this strange cross of hell and reality TV. Then again, the differences were few, when it was put that way.
Upon spotting it, Abner calmly stepped up to the booth were a blonde woman sat. She looked at the properly armed man, and seemed relieved to see someone that might fit the description of “normal.” At the same time, she was also a bit cautious.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked, just to be sure. There were plenty of curious folks that had passed by.
Abner dropped the letter from Karl Jak before her. “Hell, you called me. I’m here for all this.”
“Just making sure,” the woman smiled at him, and he responded with a blank stare. “We need you to sign one or two things.”
Abner watched as she put several papers before him, and began to skim over them. Absolution of moral and legal responsibility, and did he see something about TV rights? Goddammit. The things he put up with…
Abner grumbled as he signed the papers, and dropped the pen on the table before the lady. She put them aside, and gestured to the teleporter behind her.
“Step right in and I’ll send you there,” she explained.
Abner walked past her, and stood on the platform. It was hard to believe, really. He was really going to the Danteverse. Much was promised the last time it was opened, and it had paid off for some, and not so much for others. There were promises of power, glory, wealth, and fame to all who entered last time around, and surely the potential was still there, even in different circumstances. As the teleporter began powering up, none of those things were on Abner’s mind. Instead, he found himself mumbling an old cadence from boot camp.
“Here we go again…
Same old shit again…”