Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170131062410

Jorge nods his head and removes his gauntlet and places it next to his rusting helmet. As he makes his way to the tank Jorge pauses and gazes at the elf for a few moments before returning his attention to his last shred of humanity, the love of his life, his daughter.

Hesitantly he places his hand on the tank and starts to tremble.

"I swear I'll find those who did this to you... and our... our family. I won't stop until they pay for what they've done... They."

He rests his forhead against the tank and blankly peers into it's depths, examining all the intricacies and magics used to keep Nezon alive."Bacta..." He mumbles as a random snippet of his past comes to light.