[ Galen was fairly certain he'd died. Of course things had been hectic and confusing in those final few moments. He'd fully expected he'd die then you know, become one with the Force or something. He really didn't have a clear idea. He was pretty sure it wasn't this though. And talking with more people in regards to it just raised more questions, though it seemed pretty clear at least that he was, in fact, still alive. Which was a good thing! Very good.
What he needed was to clear his thoughts. Find some focus. Reflect on this.. second chance of a sort. He'd spent his entire young lifetime immersed in darkness and all sorts of Bad Stuff, he'd only just begun to claw his way out. And clearing his thought could only mean a bit of meditation. He sucked at meditation. He still tried though, frequently.
He'd found the perfect spot. A nice serene little clearing, empty save for a few flat boulders and the grass. He sat down on one of them and attempted the whole meditate thing. As per the usual, and especially now, his mind was a swirl of emotion. Fear about what had happened, frustration, undirected anger... however unlike the usual where he just spends a frustrating few minutes struggling to find focus this time... the rock he was sitting on just cracked under his own distress. He'd of course heard how emotions could effect surrounding and all that nonsense but he wasn't expecting. This.
Taken by ridiculous surprise, he tumbled backwards in an inelegant heap and then sat bolt upright looking seven sorts of embarrassed and scandalized, hoping no one saw him. ]
D-1
[ The scene was a gruesome one. Straw everywhere. Some bits slightly singed. Galen looked pleased. Sometimes you were at a point where you just needed to vent your frustrations somehow. And sometimes the solution came flailing at you trying to poke you with a pitchfork.
Did the animated scarecrow deserve to be sliced in half with a lightsaber? Maybe not but Galen certainly felt much better after clipping it back on his belt. ]
D-2
[ Why was he holding this many rabbits? He wasn't certain quite how he'd gotten into this mess. Someone yelled at him to grab a few invaders, and then someone handed him a few, and then suddenly he was alone in a field with an arm full of squirmy rabbits. He wasn't even mad. Just oh so incredibly confused, a few murky bubbles drifting aimlessly around him. ]
...Help?
[ Nothing in his training every prepared him for dealing with small fuzzy things. ]
Galen Marek | STar Wars: The Force Unleashed
[ Galen was fairly certain he'd died. Of course things had been hectic and confusing in those final few moments. He'd fully expected he'd die then you know, become one with the Force or something. He really didn't have a clear idea. He was pretty sure it wasn't this though. And talking with more people in regards to it just raised more questions, though it seemed pretty clear at least that he was, in fact, still alive. Which was a good thing! Very good.
What he needed was to clear his thoughts. Find some focus. Reflect on this.. second chance of a sort. He'd spent his entire young lifetime immersed in darkness and all sorts of Bad Stuff, he'd only just begun to claw his way out. And clearing his thought could only mean a bit of meditation. He sucked at meditation. He still tried though, frequently.
He'd found the perfect spot. A nice serene little clearing, empty save for a few flat boulders and the grass. He sat down on one of them and attempted the whole meditate thing. As per the usual, and especially now, his mind was a swirl of emotion. Fear about what had happened, frustration, undirected anger... however unlike the usual where he just spends a frustrating few minutes struggling to find focus this time... the rock he was sitting on just cracked under his own distress. He'd of course heard how emotions could effect surrounding and all that nonsense but he wasn't expecting. This.
Taken by ridiculous surprise, he tumbled backwards in an inelegant heap and then sat bolt upright looking seven sorts of embarrassed and scandalized, hoping no one saw him. ]
D-1
[ The scene was a gruesome one. Straw everywhere. Some bits slightly singed. Galen looked pleased. Sometimes you were at a point where you just needed to vent your frustrations somehow. And sometimes the solution came flailing at you trying to poke you with a pitchfork.
Did the animated scarecrow deserve to be sliced in half with a lightsaber? Maybe not but Galen certainly felt much better after clipping it back on his belt. ]
D-2
[ Why was he holding this many rabbits? He wasn't certain quite how he'd gotten into this mess. Someone yelled at him to grab a few invaders, and then someone handed him a few, and then suddenly he was alone in a field with an arm full of squirmy rabbits. He wasn't even mad. Just oh so incredibly confused, a few murky bubbles drifting aimlessly around him. ]
...Help?
[ Nothing in his training every prepared him for dealing with small fuzzy things. ]