Short Stories about Everyone but mainly about Devaronians

"Ichax"

A tiny mistake.

Only a tiny mistake had been needed to wipe out the whole group.
They never were a large group; nothing big enough to talk about in the HoloNet - portrayed as terrorists who were only trying to do harm.
They never were a large group; they didn't even had a proper head quarter, just a little old military base from who knows when.
They never were a large group; they were only a handful of people trying to stand up against the empires iron grip around their home.
They never were a large group; and now they weren't even a group anymore.
It was just him.

A tiny mistake was all that the empire needed to destroy him.

He didn't know where to go so he hid in the remains of the small military base that once was his home, the place he spent hours working together with the others to work on plans - plans to fight back, plans to gain more members, to become an actual threat to the empire.
Curled up under his powersuit to shield himself from the heavy rain Ichax stared at the datapad in his hands.
There were other Rebellion Groups against the empire he knew that. He just had to find them.
He didn't want this to be pointless, their whole effort into trying to make a difference. He couldn't let the empire win.

The rain had stopped.

Feeling the mud it had left under his hands as he crawled out under his powersuit he tried to wipe it off on his clothing before climbing into his powersuit. Connecting the wires with his cybernetic body brought the comfort of something familiar. With a buzz the huge, four legged body awoke and he made a few steps forward, trying to stay stable on the muddy ground.

It was time for a change. It was time to make sure that mistake wouldn't happen again.

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A little "origin" story of my boy Ichax.