This mission was different. In fact, it was so far outside of Edwon's area of expertise that he suspected they wanted him to fail. At the very least, they weren't expecting him to succeed, and they wouldn't exactly be broken up about it if he died in the attempt. It was win-win, for everyone except Edwon.
Edwon had never been one to back down from a challenge, though. He'd made it this far, fought his way through this structure, and now he sat outside the door, old and heavy, impossible to move, and he focused his mind on it. The Force was heavy here, suffocating, which made it difficult to see clearly. He wasn't Sith. He wasn't trained for this. He felt like the door was watching him back, burrowing into his mind, peeling him open. He wasn't easily scared, but this?
This more than terrified him.
But unlike Sith, who hid behind brute strength and used others to do their dirty work, he wasn't one to run because of a little fear. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck, but the danger was reminding him that right now, he was alive. He suspected he might not be for much longer. There was no point in worrying about that. He stood up, hand pressing against the door, feeling it, trying to sense its mechanisms. Someone had closed it once, which meant it could be opened again.
He wasn't sure how long he'd stood there when he heard a loud creaking sound. He was losing track of time, of his senses, and he couldn't even remember doing anything that might have caused it to move... But the door was opening.
And here he'd been wondering if he should just resort to explosives.
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Date: 2020-05-20 10:13 pm (UTC)Edwon had never been one to back down from a challenge, though. He'd made it this far, fought his way through this structure, and now he sat outside the door, old and heavy, impossible to move, and he focused his mind on it. The Force was heavy here, suffocating, which made it difficult to see clearly. He wasn't Sith. He wasn't trained for this. He felt like the door was watching him back, burrowing into his mind, peeling him open. He wasn't easily scared, but this?
This more than terrified him.
But unlike Sith, who hid behind brute strength and used others to do their dirty work, he wasn't one to run because of a little fear. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck, but the danger was reminding him that right now, he was alive. He suspected he might not be for much longer. There was no point in worrying about that. He stood up, hand pressing against the door, feeling it, trying to sense its mechanisms. Someone had closed it once, which meant it could be opened again.
He wasn't sure how long he'd stood there when he heard a loud creaking sound. He was losing track of time, of his senses, and he couldn't even remember doing anything that might have caused it to move... But the door was opening.
And here he'd been wondering if he should just resort to explosives.