The sith had overrun Viscara, it was a deathly sobering thought that repeated over and over again in Markus’s head as he sat on his bed, in his ship, and struggled to think of literally anything else.
That one man, that one…piece of shit was all it took for all the dominos to fall. Screw the bastard for playing chicken with his life and the lives of others, screw him for treating all of this like a game.
And screw me for rising to the bait and shooting at him
Markus looked down, seeing the number on his orange prison jumpsuit and sighing. He hadn’t bothered to take it off yet, he didn’t deserve to be free.
He couldn’t even die right.
Sighing, Markus pulled himself from the bed and slowly plodded over to the helm of his ship.
Well, he wasn’t dead yet…and if shame was going to prevent him from action, then it would have been well and truly deserved.
Silently he plotted a course to Mon-Cala making note of a few stops along the way just in case he needed to shake someone tailing him. He didn’t feel secure in sending a message on what was now a sith controlled planet.
Once the course was plotted and the ship was on its way, He pulled up a datapad and composed a message to the office of the Mon Cal consulate, to send once he was further from Viscara.
To, the head of security of the Mon Cal Consulate
This is Markus Vienmann, formerly reporting that I have been discharged from Viscaran Republic custody, though through very regrettable circumstances as I’m sure you’ve no doubt heard.
I believe the discharge was premature, especially in light of the current situation on Viscara, I am contacting you to humbly submit myself to the service of whatever efforts are being made to wrest viscara from sith control, in whatever capacity is seen fit. I am willing to submit to any restraints or measures needed to assure security and submit to any trial or sentence you see fit to put me to.
From, Markus Vienmann