#parakam

Sometimes I actually have the capacity to get shit done. Parakam kinda went from "Trooper Pinup" to "overtattooed jerkface" but still, huzzah! I will die before I ever try to do those tattoos again. I decided not to add in scars as well because that would seriously get too overwhelming/busy.

Pondering a sexy summer commission series - shirtless men and bikini'd women oh yes.

Though never able to define the balance his life demands, Parakam eventually finds a way to smooth out the edges a bit while working with the Suicide Dogs. With more a ‘take no prisoners’ mentality within the Dogs than with other units, he’s able to sort death to the enemy where it belongs and mercy to civilians and prisoners.

i. Family isn’t everything, but it is the majority of what drives him as a young man. Parakam has an older brother that was accepted into the temple as a Force Sensitive and is called Jedi. He has a younger sister that has tumbled into a bad crowd and is called Forger and Slicer. So when it’s his time, all eyes are on him and when he chooses the life a trooper, it is adequate. He’ll never be as good as his brother, but he’ll never be as bad as his sister, and the middle ground has it’s own understated appeal.

ii.

Balance is an important hallmark in the life of a Mirialan, or so he’d been told growing up, but it continues to elude him through his youth and into adulthood. It isn’t until he’s finished training as a soldier and is sent out into a battlefield that Parakam seems to understand it on a more instinctual level. Each depression of the trigger strikes him in a way that’s too deep to define. Feeling rounds impact and skip across his shields and armor, watching the enemy fall to his actions… he feels the galaxy shift beneath him, and shifts with it.

Agent.

Hopefully this message reaches you, communication over lines is always chancy at best. I can only imagine you're an Agent, your skillset gives you away to somebody who has a bit of experience in telling one side from another, and I make it a habit to know. Your speech, your clothing, your bearing. All when you were finished though... I thought for a moment my superiors were wrong, but when the job was over and you left, you were immediately another person.

Should've killed you. It's what we're trained to do, after all. You don't seem like much a threat, but your kind is all about deception.

And yet... found myself pulling high on the shot, missed on purpose even though I was a little pissed at the moment. Imperials girls slipping into my life one after the other, and you would think I would learn, but no...

I'll keep missing. Maybe one day you'll see me watching over the barrel of a rifle and you'll miss too. A guy can hope anyway.

Signed,