A Failure's Tale - Chapter Three
A year later..
She was dead.
She had to be.
I was hungover and drunk at the same time.. If that was even possible. All I seemed to do for the past year was drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink my life away into total oblivion.
I was free of the Sith, but did I care?
No.
Curse Dustil. Curse him for saving my life. I wish I could be grateful but I couldn't be grateful, not with Revan dead.
And whose fault was it? It was mine.
The failure.
The one and only.
Carth Onasi.
I wished sometimes. I wished for her ghost to come down and strike me dead, the only thing I deserved was death and even death seemed too good for a man like me.
I was a monster.
A filthy beast.
A filthy creation.
I'd given up hope, all hope. My hope of finding Revan was gone, my hope of her being alive was gone. But I'd never searched for her. No.. I resigned myself to that "Trembling hovel of a man" I am.
Am I.. Even a man?
I'm Jaro Kep.
Maybe if I can hide away from that name.
From that.. Filthy name.
That.. Cursed name.
Maybe then I could be the man I should have been.
To everyone.
To Morgana, to Dustil.. To Revan.
If I was better she would never have fallen to the dark side.. She would never have died.
So you see now? It was my fault. All my fault.
The failure is to be blamed.
I reached for another drink, I'd turned into a slob. A ruthless drunk. I reached for the holovid and to my surprise their was another news broadcast.
"And now for some breaking news." I just laughed, as drunk as I was.
"Yeah.. Yeah.. Breaking news.. Whatever." I muttered to myself.
"The Star Forge has been destroyed." My eyes widened as I heard this news. It's destroyed, yet I didn't feel one bit of happiness about it.
Until..
"One of the pilot's that was personally involved was young Dustil Onasi, son of the late Carth Onasi." The news reporter said. "He's due to be commended on Alderaan."
Dustil.. Dustil I'm so proud of you. It echoed through my mind over and over again.
They thought I was dead? That was a plus.
I had to get to that award ceremony..
A year later..
She was dead.
She had to be.
I was hungover and drunk at the same time.. If that was even possible. All I seemed to do for the past year was drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink my life away into total oblivion.
I was free of the Sith, but did I care?
No.
Curse Dustil. Curse him for saving my life. I wish I could be grateful but I couldn't be grateful, not with Revan dead.
And whose fault was it? It was mine.
The failure.
The one and only.
Carth Onasi.
I wished sometimes. I wished for her ghost to come down and strike me dead, the only thing I deserved was death and even death seemed too good for a man like me.
I was a monster.
A filthy beast.
A filthy creation.
I'd given up hope, all hope. My hope of finding Revan was gone, my hope of her being alive was gone. But I'd never searched for her. No.. I resigned myself to that "Trembling hovel of a man" I am.
Am I.. Even a man?
I'm Jaro Kep.
Maybe if I can hide away from that name.
From that.. Filthy name.
That.. Cursed name.
Maybe then I could be the man I should have been.
To everyone.
To Morgana, to Dustil.. To Revan.
If I was better she would never have fallen to the dark side.. She would never have died.
So you see now? It was my fault. All my fault.
The failure is to be blamed.
I reached for another drink, I'd turned into a slob. A ruthless drunk. I reached for the holovid and to my surprise their was another news broadcast.
"And now for some breaking news." I just laughed, as drunk as I was.
"Yeah.. Yeah.. Breaking news.. Whatever." I muttered to myself.
"The Star Forge has been destroyed." My eyes widened as I heard this news. It's destroyed, yet I didn't feel one bit of happiness about it.
Until..
"One of the pilot's that was personally involved was young Dustil Onasi, son of the late Carth Onasi." The news reporter said. "He's due to be commended on Alderaan."
Dustil.. Dustil I'm so proud of you. It echoed through my mind over and over again.
They thought I was dead? That was a plus.
I had to get to that award ceremony..