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24-06-2025, 12:15 AM
The Alsolun Campaign
The pale man once again appears in front of the holorecording. He looked much the same as the last time, silver hair cropped to his jawline, eyes luminescently reflecting back at the viewer. And yet this time his demeanor looked slightly different. He did not look as bitter or cynical as he did in the majority of his recordings, despite looking positively exhausted. He looks up at the sky, towards the horizon. The wail of winds can be heard in the far distance-- it seems as if he had climbed up to a remote place for this, away from the hustle and bustle of the Imperial Garrison. His eyes drift back to the viewer, and a small smile appears on the man's thin lips.
"I didn't really expect we'd be deployed here of all places. It's so similar to Anx Minor, isn't it? Yet it couldn't be more different. For once, I have the feeling that we are doing things right, learning from the last campaign's lessons. We are meticulous here, searching every little nook and cranny, lifting every rock. I myself have done my best to contribute to information gathering, as part of Insight. And yet...there's still a lot of questions left unanswered."
The alien rubs his chin, the wind tangling his hair together like a mass of rogue spiderwebs.
"The Governor died. I have my own theories regarding that, but I think it was for the better interest of everyone here that he did. I still don't fully trust that Supervisor.."
He taps his cheek with his two cybernetic fingers.
"The twilek is working very hard in this campaign, utilizing the Acolytes and such, gathering information. He's Leive's Apprentice too, now. I bet he's trying to make me look bad in comparison, but I won't let him. Two can play that game, Veilak..."
"I got him in trouble the other day. I don't think he'd ever believe me that it was an accident. But maybe it's better this way. Maybe it's better if he hates me."
The familiar melancholy appears on the alien's expression just for a moment, before it shifts back to his pale mask of indifference, like sands shifting in the wind.
"Speaking of twileks, I met a very strange one today. Pale creature, sickly, but feisty in temperament. I like her already...I have a feeling she'd be a great asset to Insight."
The man hums, then looks up at the horizon again. The howling of winds is getting closer now, along with the sound of thunder-- static electricity trapped within the volatile clouds of sand
"Looks like I have to get going now. We'll see how this campaign goes. Who knows, maybe it won't end in planetary destruction this time."
A smirk flashes across the Echani's face before he turns off the recording.
The pale man once again appears in front of the holorecording. He looked much the same as the last time, silver hair cropped to his jawline, eyes luminescently reflecting back at the viewer. And yet this time his demeanor looked slightly different. He did not look as bitter or cynical as he did in the majority of his recordings, despite looking positively exhausted. He looks up at the sky, towards the horizon. The wail of winds can be heard in the far distance-- it seems as if he had climbed up to a remote place for this, away from the hustle and bustle of the Imperial Garrison. His eyes drift back to the viewer, and a small smile appears on the man's thin lips.
"I didn't really expect we'd be deployed here of all places. It's so similar to Anx Minor, isn't it? Yet it couldn't be more different. For once, I have the feeling that we are doing things right, learning from the last campaign's lessons. We are meticulous here, searching every little nook and cranny, lifting every rock. I myself have done my best to contribute to information gathering, as part of Insight. And yet...there's still a lot of questions left unanswered."
The alien rubs his chin, the wind tangling his hair together like a mass of rogue spiderwebs.
"The Governor died. I have my own theories regarding that, but I think it was for the better interest of everyone here that he did. I still don't fully trust that Supervisor.."
He taps his cheek with his two cybernetic fingers.
"The twilek is working very hard in this campaign, utilizing the Acolytes and such, gathering information. He's Leive's Apprentice too, now. I bet he's trying to make me look bad in comparison, but I won't let him. Two can play that game, Veilak..."
"I got him in trouble the other day. I don't think he'd ever believe me that it was an accident. But maybe it's better this way. Maybe it's better if he hates me."
The familiar melancholy appears on the alien's expression just for a moment, before it shifts back to his pale mask of indifference, like sands shifting in the wind.
"Speaking of twileks, I met a very strange one today. Pale creature, sickly, but feisty in temperament. I like her already...I have a feeling she'd be a great asset to Insight."
The man hums, then looks up at the horizon again. The howling of winds is getting closer now, along with the sound of thunder-- static electricity trapped within the volatile clouds of sand
"Looks like I have to get going now. We'll see how this campaign goes. Who knows, maybe it won't end in planetary destruction this time."
A smirk flashes across the Echani's face before he turns off the recording.
