Part three of my series where I incorporate real life players of the game “Star Wars: Battlefront 2″ into a fun, action packed, adventure.
101 days ABG
Former republic agent-2492/9824
“agentX”
personal log.

No one ever expected the war to be this long, harsh and cruel.Everyone seemed to think that war was something that happened far away , where other people got hurt, but this comfort is non existent.Everyone was affected by this war.Some lived , to deal with it.Others gave their lives to try to end it.My brothers, and I were bred for one purpose and one purpose only .To be the perfect soldiers.But did perfection mean , that we would feel no emotion or pain?.These are the questions that go through my mind , at every sundown.I found myself in want of companions.The hole which my brothers had created , when they ceased to exist , was never filled up , but left gapingly empty.That is of course , until today.Until the moment I saw him.

I did not know who this “Storm” was , or whether he was a friend or a foe in disguise. But he saved my life, and that is something that proves beyond a doubt that he was trustworthy.As we shook hands , he introduced himself for the first time.I was dazed , as no one had ever wanted to shake my hand , much less make pleasant conversation , but here he was , speaking to me , like he would any other respectable man.But the next thing he said , put my mind in absolutely turmoil.
“And who are you?”he said.
Who am I?.That was one question I never could answer.Was I a soldier of the republic? was I a renegade deserter?.I then realized , that belonging wasn’t the only thing holding me back.It was lack of pure purpose.All my life , I had been given orders , by the cloners , by the republic , by the chancellor , but never , had I made my own mind , or set my own goals at this scale., but then an answer man itself known to me , and I blurted it out.
“its not who I am” i said , “but who I want to be”
“and whats that?”storm asked , intrigued.
Suddenly sure , with a spark of determination in my eye , i said ” one of you”.
Storm took off his helmet , and I was surprised to see he was smiling.”well you certainly got the skills for it”he said,”and the armor to match”, that was when he turned serious, and he said quietly, “what do you really want?”
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!