unbound and drifting | T & Up | 2,936 | Inquisitor Cal
After escaping the Inquisitorius, former Second Brother goes to Bracca to reclaim his Master's lightsaber and hide from those hunting him.
Cal Kestis Week 2025
Day One: Rebellion | "Thanks for nothing, I guess" | And Then The Dark | Bracca
Bracca. To be here again is strange. He died here it feels like. Died with blood cooling under his nails and muck caked to his knees and this terrible…pain in his chest that felt like it was consuming him whole from the inside out like a bottomless black hold. But – he stands here now, rain on his face, and muck caked to his boots, and this terrible pain in his chest that burns, and he thinks, maybe, Bracca is where he can be reborn.
And then he dismisses that thought as quickly as it comes, scoffing. An unattainable dream. Like a hope when he shouldn’t be allowed any hope at all. He doesn’t deserve it.
He made it this far and it’ll just have to be enough.
The escape pod is half-sunken into the mud. He stares at it, and nothing feels real. This pod starred in many of his nightmares, encasing him like a tomb, trapping him next to the cooling body of his Master, and yet – it doesn’t look like much. In the grand scheme of things, it isn’t much. Scorched and broken, it’s not worth scrapping when there’s a much better pay day just a handful of kilometers away. He drags a gloved hand over the grimy window and peers inside before he risks ripping himself a new entrance. This place is – a hellhole, a cesspool, the perfect place for vicious creatures to thrive in, and he’s seen those scrap rats, he would very much like to avoid their teeth.
As he enters the pod, he wonders if he’ll thrive here too. They used to call him a vicious creature. Behind his back. To his face. Hidden in the professional tones of a report. It never bothered him – he wonders if it should have.
Probably threw them all through a loop when he decided to rebel. The Inquisitorius’ attack dog finally showing his teeth – to his masters.
