Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters and events in the game
"Star Wars: KOTOR" (a.k.a Best Game Ever). I do not own them, but a girl
can dream can't she.
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I heard screaming, yet I had no idea where it was coming from. I sat up on my bed, waiting to hear the piercing screams again. As I slowly stood up and walked toward my bedroom door, I heard them again, but this time I recognized the victim. "Mother," I whispered. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. She needed help, yet I didn't move.
"Mother!"
'That's Dorn. Sure, my younger brother goes to help her, but I can't. The boy who's afraid of his own shadow? Man, am I scum.'
His pleas didn't last long; all was silent. I then got the courage to open my bedroom door and slowly search for them. I walked over to the staircase and peered down to the level below. As I looked, I felt sick. My brother and mother... were lying there dead. The tears started all over again. I put a hand over my mouth to stop any sound from coming out. I didn't want to end up dead.
I turned my attention to the man, or should I say 'monster' that had killed my family. He had two blasters in his hands, and wore a Republic fighter pilot jacket. I then changed my attention to his face. He showed no signs of remorse, none at all. My tears of sadness suddenly turned to tears of rage.
"Hey Onasi, ready to go?"
Another figure appeared in the room. He wore the same type of Republic jacket as my family's murderer.
"Yeah; I'm finished here."
They both exited. When I heard the door shut, I ran down the stairs over to my fallen family.
"No, come on mother! Dorn, wake up!"
I ran to the front door and opened it. The two republic soldiers were gone. I ran to the medical clinic. The doctor followed me, yet my worst fears were confirmed: they were dead. Killed by the Republic. But why?
To me, it didn't matter why. The doctor took my brother and mother's bodies to his clinic. From that day on, I vowed to get revenge; to avenge my family's deaths. At the time, I was quite young, but I knew hatred and I was full of it. Since then one thought has run through my head: the death of Pilot Onasi.
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I heard screaming, yet I had no idea where it was coming from. I sat up on my bed, waiting to hear the piercing screams again. As I slowly stood up and walked toward my bedroom door, I heard them again, but this time I recognized the victim. "Mother," I whispered. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. She needed help, yet I didn't move.
"Mother!"
'That's Dorn. Sure, my younger brother goes to help her, but I can't. The boy who's afraid of his own shadow? Man, am I scum.'
His pleas didn't last long; all was silent. I then got the courage to open my bedroom door and slowly search for them. I walked over to the staircase and peered down to the level below. As I looked, I felt sick. My brother and mother... were lying there dead. The tears started all over again. I put a hand over my mouth to stop any sound from coming out. I didn't want to end up dead.
I turned my attention to the man, or should I say 'monster' that had killed my family. He had two blasters in his hands, and wore a Republic fighter pilot jacket. I then changed my attention to his face. He showed no signs of remorse, none at all. My tears of sadness suddenly turned to tears of rage.
"Hey Onasi, ready to go?"
Another figure appeared in the room. He wore the same type of Republic jacket as my family's murderer.
"Yeah; I'm finished here."
They both exited. When I heard the door shut, I ran down the stairs over to my fallen family.
"No, come on mother! Dorn, wake up!"
I ran to the front door and opened it. The two republic soldiers were gone. I ran to the medical clinic. The doctor followed me, yet my worst fears were confirmed: they were dead. Killed by the Republic. But why?
To me, it didn't matter why. The doctor took my brother and mother's bodies to his clinic. From that day on, I vowed to get revenge; to avenge my family's deaths. At the time, I was quite young, but I knew hatred and I was full of it. Since then one thought has run through my head: the death of Pilot Onasi.