An informal introduction to my main (?) SWRP character. Not that you asked, but whatever.
About this creation
So there I was. In my hands was a 100,000c sack of spice, behind me was the local Guard. They were after both the spice and my head, weirdly enough the latter being more important to them. I was bolting through the streets of Kessel, making my way to The Vespira.
I had to get this load to my client by tomorrow, and I can't make that deadline if I'm...dead.
My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a blaster bolt flying past my head, heating my helmet up as it flew by. I skid around, attempting to draw my blaster. But it's quite hard to shoot someone when you're carrying 25kg of spice, isn't it? I gave up on trying and just ran.
I made my way to The Vespira, trying to claw the keys out of my belt. The guard drew near, some throwing their vibro-spears at me. Luckily enough, only commanders were granted blasters. I learned that the hard way...
Anyways, I finally caught the keys from the holder and opened the hatch. Steam jetted out of the pipes, shrouding me in white clouds (which proved to be a lucky coincidence). I hopped on as soon as I could. But I couldn't resist taunting the guard for their idiocy, now could I?
"You know, a blind man wielding a crossbow is more accurate than you g-aGH!"
A vibro-spear glazed my leg, causing me to collapse. I instantly closed the hatch, preventing anyone from trying to attack me. I surveyed the injury. It seemed to be...uh...pretty deep.
I tried to stand up, bracing myself against the wall. I could hear the guard trying to ram down the hatch, and failing, of course. I slowly made my way to the pilot's seat, cursing the Guard as I went. Although it was mostly my fault for taunting them...wait, who am I kidding, they threw the vibro-spear.
I sat down in the spinning chair, relieving my leg of the strain. I flipped the ignition on, then turning to the hover controls. I initiated the hover engines, sending The Vespira into the air. I then kicked on full throttle and sent her flying, almost crashing into a building along the way. Soon enough, I was in orbit. I put in the hyperspace coordinates and let her do the rest.
"Quite a bad gash you've got there, Alex."
I jumped up at the sudden voice, first suspecting a guard had gotten in somehow. I whipped my blasters out, aiming at the figure...the...purple...figure...
"DAMN IT, Kingpin, how many times have I told you to at least tell me you're in here?"
"Well given your Force abilities, I had assumed you would know."
"You know I don't...whatever, fine. Just try not to be so...Kingpiny."
Kingpin chuckled, sitting down in the copilot's seat. I've always noticed, but the way he sat was uncanny. Almost perfectly straight, his knees touching and his hands on his lap. Almost like he was an aristocrat or something, you know, formal and all that jazz.
"What are you going to do about that cut?"
"I dunno, probably just wrap it or something, I'll probably have to take these pants off though," I replied, flipping my leg up onto my lap. Kingpin's shriek-hawk like gaze flew straight into my cut, examining its severity.
"I would like to see that..."
"Over my dead body," I fired back jokingly, normalized to his dark humour.
"You will be dead if you leave that wound open."
That, I couldn't tell if it was another dark joke or a serious concern. I'll take it as both, Kingpin has never been one to properly express emotions. Anyways, I braced myself against the wall as I stood up. The pain was wearing down a bit, but it still hurt like hell. Kingpin offered his decorative cane to me, which I swiftly denied. Just that cane was probably worth this job's salary, with my luck I'd slip on some blood and pop seven gems off.
"You know Alex, I read something earlier you might be interested in."
I rummaged through the closet as I listened to Kingpin, responding with a simple, "Yeah?"
"It was about people's eyes. The author said that eyes are not windows, but rather mirrors. You see yourself in everyone else's eyes, reflecting yourself into them. I rather though it was a load of bantha dung, but it was an interesting proposition. Considering you went through your pacifistic phase, I thought you would find some meaning in it that I hadn't."
I hastily grabbed the medicine kit, making my way back to the pilot's seat. As I sat, I began to reply to Kingpin.
"Huh, weird. If you don't think it's true, then what do you think?"
"Interesting question," Kingpin answered, "Perhaps eyes serve less as a mirror and more as a window. They show how you think, instead of being an opening to your soul. But the eyes someone possesses reflect who they are from the inside, so possibly the eyes are a one way mirror."
I scooted closer to Kingpin, taking my helmet off and tossing it on the floor.
"What do you see in my eyes, then? You're kinda an analytical person, what do you think?"
Kingpin didn't flinch, like he was expecting me to ask.
"Your eyes have no soul. No meaning," Kingpin blankly stated, continually staring straight at me. His body hardly moved, only slightly waving with the wind pumping through the ship.
"...what's that supposed to mean?"
"The eyes of someone with no meaning, simply. Imagine someone living in a deadbeat job, never excited and only brought to melancholy and boredom. He goes home to no one, only drinking and sleeping at his house. He repeats the cycle day in and day out, never finding a calling. He has the eyes that you have."
I was taken aback by the sudden seriousness of his statement, and almost the harshness of his tone. I shifted in my seat, ignoring the cut I had received earlier. Kingpin was trying to tell me something.
"What do you think I am, depressed?"
"Hardly. Regardless, forget about it. I am rather thirsty, what do you have to drink?"
I awkwardly looked around the cockpit, trying to find some saving grace. Kingpin still stared at me through his mask, tinted so deeply I couldn't see his eyes.
"Water is fine, please."
I stood up, suddenly remembering I had a gash in my leg. I quickly sat back down, searching through the medicine kit to treat it. I ripped my boots off, tossing them into the halls. I pulled my pants down, throwing them with the boots.
"I am feeling really thirsty now."
"Shut up Kingpin."
I sprayed some cleaner on my wound, watching it foam up ever so slightly before wiping it off. Then, I looped some cloth around my wound, wrapping it in a makeshift bandage. I swung my leg back down (almost kicking Kingpin in the face).
"There, all better."
I popped out of my seat, making my way to the closet. Kingpin was still sitting in his formal position, turning his head to follow me. I tossed my belt and blasters in the pile of junk at the bottom and pulled a pair of pants from the rack on top. I swept my hair from out of my face as I closed the closet, turning to Kingpin as I went.
"Could you, like, turn away for a second?"
Kingpin swiveled his chair to the window, looking into hyperspace just like he looked at me. I think it's his default position, at this point. I pulled my polyester pants up, buttoning them as I turned back around.
"You can continue being creepy now."
Kingpin chuckled as he swiveled back around, responding, "Sorry, it is my default position at this point."
Isn't that exactly what I thought? Anyways, I made my way to the fridge and grabbed a Flameout. I cracked it open as I sat in the pilot's spot, the bubbles foaming at the top. I took a quick swig, the spice tingling in the back of my throat.
As time passed, Kingpin and I made idle conversation over Flameouts (or, in his case, water). The hyperspace route I took would take a good day to get to Tracyn, so I had Kingpin sleep on my couch. Weirdly enough, he didn't seem to have a problem sleeping in a full cortosis-weave suit and mask. I, on the other hand, sleep like a normal person. I think...I'm not necessarily normal, now am I?
I tossed myself on my bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. Tucking my hands under my head, I stared at the metal ceiling. I'm sure one day it was gonna fall off. But whatever, it wasn't gonna be today. I closed my eyes, Kingpin's words echoing in my mind. No soul...
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Quoting Black_Wind 8319
Hey! Good to see Alex back,
You know, most of the characters in GCW2 people have made so far are either criminals or used to be. I think exploring the dark underbelly of the galaxy will be interesting
I've always loved the dark underbelly of things (a bit problematic on the Gallery...but...xD)