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Character Portrait: Syra Onnet
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Syra made her way over to the oak desk and picked up one of the many scrolls that lay on top, "Continue to monitor...." One began, "Provide aid to rebels in the capital, only if asked, do not offer assistance, play both sides..." Another read, talking about a war on a distant world.

"What am I doing here?" she questioned out loud, her small voice echoing around her as the hum from the instrument panel filled the silence. "Girthfield didn't mention wanting anything, and I could have taken this ship off world the second I boarded, so why am I still here?" She collapsed in the desk chair, scattering scrolls to the floor in frustration. "Am I that meaningless that I'm to just sit here and wait to be captured? Out of Girthfield's hair? I never asked that man for a thing, and yet now he treats me like one of his subordinates? Is that all there is to life, bouncing from one form of master to another?" She closed her eyes and fought back the tears. Memories of her homeworld played in her mind, her reasons for fighting, for ending up on The Rock.


"You know, there is another way..." A man's voice called over the radio by the pilot's chair. "You don't have to serve that Guardian if you don't want to, he can't make you, after all, it goes against what the Guardians stand for."

"Who, how?" Syra began, walking over to the ship's radio.

"You can call me Onyx," The man began, "I'm not a Knight, and I'm not a Guardian, but I have an interest in your world. My associate should have landed there with the Knights, maybe you've met," he chuckled. "Tell me, young lady, what is your name?"

"Syra. Syra Onnet."

"Well, Syra, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," He sighed, "I don't have much time, the Knights are beginning to figure out that I've commandeered this channel, I've sent my associate, Azure with a strict list of orders, one of those orders was to find someone she could trust. I think you will do just nicely. A young woman wanting her freedom, to be in control of her own destiny, perhaps you and Azure have that in common? Find her, help her and we will help you. Now, that isn't to say you shouldn't trust the Guardians, work with one another to better that world, Syra." The radio filled with white noise for a second, "We will talk again..." then the transmission was cut.


Without a word, Syra exited the ship as silently and unnoticed as she'd boarded.

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