[NPC Post - Vengeance]
[Unknown Station Location]
Vengeance never thought he'd have to use this place.
And yet here he was, awakening from a stun blast that left him feeling like the first morning after shore leave. He was stretched out on his back, his harsh breath echoing in his ears in the dark. The room was small, and warm.
" =/\=Lights.
"
A single point of illumination answered his call. The room was a hiding place, not a fortress. It consisted of a single biobed, medical equipment, a survival pack from a shuttle. And a tiny silver box.
Wearily, he stripped off the suit. His body was resplendent in musculature but splotched all over with hideous bruises, all in various stages of healing. The simple act of removing his clothing caused Vengeance to groan in pain. There was equipment piled in the corner of the room. He moved towards his purposefully.
He carefully reloaded the suit's plasma system. The onboard computer made a grateful sound and flashed green: it accepted the new charge and began to reboot.
Next came the medical kit. A dermal regenerator did wonders on the bruises, the aches, the cut on his face. The other instruments winked at him in red and green and blue and marched in and out of his vision. Vengeance then realized he had suffered a concussion.
Finally, the box. It was finely made and not replicated. It was a bright silver, inlaid with an intricate pattern and had a bright but fake red gemstone on the cover. It was a frilly and feminine thing, very much out of place in his large, deadly looking hands. He opened it.
Cynthia's picture fluttered down from the top of the box. She had been a beautiful woman, with a heart shaped face, lovely skin, large dark green eyes and long brown hair. She had loved dark colors for her lips, in this picture they had the color of overripe plums. They were pursed and ready to smile. She'd been a wonderful woman, with a sweet wit and a quick intelligence to go along with it. When he'd faced challenges, such as promotions, she'd encouraged him but also reminded him to be realistic. She had been his wife and far better than he deserved.
And this was now all he had left of her. A tear fell from his eye and ran along the length of the raised skin of his scar. He found a small, clear bag in the box. Her ashes.
Tearfully, Vengeance held his wife close to his chest as he had on so many nights.