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Post by Dazac on May 6, 2014 9:43:33 GMT -8
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Dazac goes looking for answers to who he is, but it's the journey that makes the man, not the destination. Second chances are hard to come by and shouldn't be wasted. That's what the geezer in the bar told me, anyway. Trouble is, I don't know if this is a second chance or not. It's hard to figure out when you can't remember a damn thing about your life. I guess that's what my biggest issue is. I don't remember anything. All I've got are a few words and names that mean nothing to me, and a whole lot of questions.... I suppose everyone has questions. Not everybody has the guts to ask them though, at least not around here. It makes me wonder if the Core Worlds is where I should be looking for the answers. Courscant is just one big planet wide city stacked on hundreds more. Doubt anyone's stepped on its real surface for a very long time now. Hell, maybe it doesn't have one. Either way, the answers I'm looking for should be near the top. About twenty levels down or so there was an incident. Of course this was a long time ago. I didn't expect to find anything. But until I heard otherwise, this was my only lead...Dazac sighed, disappointed but not surprised. The cantina that had apparently once been here had been moved elsewhere after the incident. The crumbling remains of the building itself looked like they had just been left there. He saw the signs though. Whatever was in the place had been picked clean by now. He kicked a chunk of duracrete toward the wrecked building and sighed. Another dead end and this time he didn't have anything else to go on. With his head down he was looking at his feet, moving them slightly to fully uncover the gouges he'd been standing on. He knelt down and looked at them more closely, deciding they looked very much like claw marks. Well, those creatures had been here it seemed. At least the lead hadn't been a false one, it was just so long gone there wasn't any point to it anymore. Shaking his head Dazac stood to his full height and walked away from the deserted cantina. He wanted to find one that was still in business and get some food.
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Post by Dazac on Feb 27, 2015 21:19:51 GMT -8
Dazac sat in a corner booth, staring intently at his empty glass with a frown. He'd had five drinks now and didn't even feel buzzed. Five. His mouth twisted at the awful taste in his mouth. The taste was all he had gotten from the drinks. Not even a little buzz... He scoffed and closed his eyes, taking in a slow breath before shakily letting it out. This whole situation was beyond him. He had nowhere to go. Nothing to do. No sense of direction. No answers. He was truly at a dead end. It seemed his luck was awful. Then again, he didn't feel like there was much stock to be put in luck. At least not until an old looking, one-armed Ithorian shuffled up to him.
"I don't believe it," The Ithorian said, shaking his head as he stared intensely at Dazac, studying his face.
Dazac frowned at the alien, "Excuse me?"
The Ithorian chuckled, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised you don't recognize me. You look very different yourself, but I know you, Dazac Praeletum. It's been a decade, but I know you." When Dazac didn't reply and only gave a questioning look to the alien, he sat down across from the man. "Dazac, where have you been? What happened? After you disappeared-"
"Wait," Dazac interrupted, "Before you go any further, who are you?"
"You still don't recognize me, Dazac?" the Ithorian asked, "It's me, Yalek!"
"Yalek," Dazac repeated. When the Ithorian nodded Dazac sighed and shook his head, "Look... Yalek, I'm sorry, but, I don't know you... or, I don't think I do. I lost my memory."
Now it was Yalek who looked on silently for a time before shaking his head, "Lost your... Dazac. You don't remember? You..."
"How do you know me?" Dazac asked.
This was it. This was what he needed. A link to his past. Someone with answers, someone who knew who he was and could tell him what had happened.
"You used to come to my cantina almost everyday after work," Yalek said, a tone of frustrated disbelief in his voice. "You and Reina were some of my best customers back then!"
"Reina?" Dazac asked, confused by the name. Was it supposed to mean something to him?
Yalek went silent as he studied Dazac's face closely before tentatively responding, "You... don't know Reina? You don't remember her?" When Dazac shook his head in the negative Yalek's shoulder sagged forward and he placed his head in his hands, "You don't remember your own wife... how?" Yalek looked up at Dazac, "What happened to you Dazac? The last time I saw you was when I lost my arm. Those... things and that man... they attacked you when you tried to defend your son. They dragged all three of you off. I tried to stop them and lost my arm to the monsters. What did they do to you?"
Dazac felt numb as Yalek spoke. He had a wife? A son? Yalek had spoken of monsters, did he mean the Jekk? This all happened ten years ago? That was a lot of time. He could get everything from before that from Yalek, he was sure, but his instinct told him that the important parts, the parts that could explain everything where in that decade that Yalek wouldn't be able to tell him about.
He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and tried to shake off the mind numbing realization that he had had a family once. "Yalek, tell me everything you can."
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Post by Dazac on Mar 2, 2015 19:49:15 GMT -8
Five hours later found Dazac staring off into space with Yalek sitting across from him in silence, looking worriedly at the man he once knew so well. The man who was now a stranger to him. The old Ithorian sighed as he mulled over the predicament that Dazac found himself in. He simply couldn't imagine it, couldn't believe it. He had told Dazac everything from the time they first met, up until that fateful day... and Dazac hadn't shown even a glimmer of recognition. He truly didn't remember. Now he sat silently, the dark look in his eyes worrying Yalek. Ever since he'd told Dazac about the man who'd entered the cantina that night with those monsters, Dazac had been silent. The description of that man had sparked the first signs of recognition that Dazac had shown all night, and it worried him.
"Dazac," Yalek said hesitantly, "Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?" When Dazac didn't respond the Ithorian felt downtrodden. The man seemed so lost. "You left me a key to your home... in case of an emergency." Dazac blinked and focused on Yalek. Feeling hopeful he continued, "No one's been in there since everything happened..."
"Show me," Dazac said, quickly earning a nod from Yalek who was eager to do something, anything, to help his old friend.
Yalek opened the door and stepped to the side to let Dazac through. He waited patiently as Dazac stood on the threshold and looked into the darkened building, noting the stale air. Hesitating for a moment, he finally entered and felt around the wall for a light switch, turning it on and lighting up the darkness. The signs of disuse were apparent in the amount of dust covering everything, but besides that it looked like an average home. Stepping further in, Dazac slowly, carefully made his way through the building, moving from the entry way into a kitchen. He opened a cabinet to find several plates and glasses. A drawer full of cutlery. Nothing out of place, nothing out of the ordinary.
He moved into the living room. There was a couch, a table, a holoscreen. One wall had a shelf full of vids, datapads, novels, and pictures. He approached it and picked one of the pictures up, wiping away the thick layer of dust with a hand. He found himself looking at a familiar face. Familiar, yet decidedly different. His brow furrowed as he studied the picture. It was him, his arm around a woman's waist, and hand resting on the shoulder of a young boy. All smiling. He stared at the picture while Yalek watched in silence, hoping that it might be sparking memories in Dazac, reminding him who he was. His hopes sank when Dazac placed the picture back without any change in his expression.
Dazac moved on, walking down a hall and stepping into another room. Yalek followed quietly, stopping at the doorway and watching as Dazac stood in his son's room, slowly taking in the bed, the drawings on the wall, the scattered toys on the floor. Dazac turned and glanced at Yalek who returned the stare with a sigh. Dazac looked away and closed his eyes, "I don't remember..."
Yalek nodded slowly, mournfully. "I'm sorry, Dazac. Really I am, but I don't know what else I can do."
Dazac turned and approached the old Ithorian, placing his left hand on the man shoulder, "You've done enough. This is my problem."
Yalek shook his head and scoffed, "At least your personality hasn't changed. Still the same, headstrong, never-gonna-ask-for-help attitude you've always had." Dazac's mouth twitched in a half-smile before Yalek continued, "I'll let myself out and give you some time. You can contact me on this frequency if you need anything..."
After giving Dazac his frequency and walking back to the entrance together, Yalek left, giving one last glance and a quick nod to Dazac before the door closed behind him. Dazac turned and took everything in again.
Home.
It didn't feel like home.
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