Xari Frost
Jun 5th, 2010, 12:58:05 PM
The old statues and memorials were lit but beams of sunlight shining in threw the windows of the old memorial building at naboo. The room was silent and the only movement was the dust particles shining in beams of light. Lined up were statues of old republic soldiers. Clones and individual people.
Ex Republic Captain Xari Frost walked into the room. After all these years he still had a look tough as nails. His foot steps echoed as he walked the room. The old soldier has been in retirement for a while but had decided it was time to go to battle again to fight a new threat to what he fought for before. The empire. Before he made his way to the rebelion he wanted to stop here at this place of honor.
He stopped infront of a statue of an old general. A man who had died along side him at kashyyyk. On the statues were the some of the last words of the general, which was why he had come.
The words had been chipped away but Xari remembered them. He looked at the statue of the general. He saluted it then turned to walk out the door and go to battle again.
The echo bar was full of young rebels dinning and having a good time. It didnt seem like a military institution. In fact the whole thing was fairley unorganized.
The old soldier sat at a table where he had been told to go for recruiment. The scar on his face seemed to attract alot of stares. While he was used to hit he hated being the center of attention, but he was the new guy. He had meet his old friend here only minutes ago who had intervined in Xari showing a few young up starts how to claut a mans throat.
The old soldier hated greens. And most of these men were no older than 20. He had probably seen more war than the men combined. But they were still men fighting for what they belived in. That earned them his respect. That made them soldiers.
He sat at the table waiting for a hire up to come and pull him in.
Ex Republic Captain Xari Frost walked into the room. After all these years he still had a look tough as nails. His foot steps echoed as he walked the room. The old soldier has been in retirement for a while but had decided it was time to go to battle again to fight a new threat to what he fought for before. The empire. Before he made his way to the rebelion he wanted to stop here at this place of honor.
He stopped infront of a statue of an old general. A man who had died along side him at kashyyyk. On the statues were the some of the last words of the general, which was why he had come.
The words had been chipped away but Xari remembered them. He looked at the statue of the general. He saluted it then turned to walk out the door and go to battle again.
The echo bar was full of young rebels dinning and having a good time. It didnt seem like a military institution. In fact the whole thing was fairley unorganized.
The old soldier sat at a table where he had been told to go for recruiment. The scar on his face seemed to attract alot of stares. While he was used to hit he hated being the center of attention, but he was the new guy. He had meet his old friend here only minutes ago who had intervined in Xari showing a few young up starts how to claut a mans throat.
The old soldier hated greens. And most of these men were no older than 20. He had probably seen more war than the men combined. But they were still men fighting for what they belived in. That earned them his respect. That made them soldiers.
He sat at the table waiting for a hire up to come and pull him in.