"Only Garst" - 08/04/09

There was a sharp buzzing noise that invaded his consciousness. Garst Tyrell slowly opened his eyes, blinking a couple times at the bright sunlight coming in through the windows. Subconsciously Garst reached over and turned his alarm clock off, years of the ritual making it a habit.

He sat up, and took in the sights around him. Everything was just how he left it the night before. The single items around his suite were telltale signs of a bachelor. One chair, one pillow, one set of dining ware. Garst got up and went about his morning routine of getting ready. He stepped into his shower, washing himself completely before stepping out and reaching for the single towel on the rack. After drying himself he wrapped the towel around his waist and, picking up the lone toothbrush, he brushed his teeth. Afterwards he reached for the comb, but looking into the mirror he stopped, and sighed a little inside.

Once dressed, Garst walked over to his personal communication device, and checked for any messages.

“No New Messages,” the slightly robotic voice announced. Garst stared down at the bright ‘0’ on the display, thinking to himself that he never remembered anything different. Heaving a heavy sigh, Garst walked away, moving on to the next task at hand.

While going through the files on his data pad, Garst walked over to the giant picture window that provided light to almost his entire suite. He looked out, gazing upon the bustling of the city below. In the streets he could see couples walking, business partners chatting, and teams of workers providing the services the city depended on to function. Looking into the sky, Garst noticed two Dori Hawks flying in circles around each other, beginning the elaborate mating dance that will end in a nest full of eggs.

Pulling himself away from the morning vista, Garst turned back around and began going over his files again, records of his lone wolf hunts and single ship fights. He sat back down on his bed, and after completing his check, put the data pad away back into his pocket. He took another look around his room, isolated from the rest of the inhabitants of the tower. He pulled the solitary pair of boots from under his bed, placed his feet inside of them, and began lacing them up to insure a tight fit. He thought about the solo run was planning on making today and placed his head into his hands.

Through the heavy sobs, a single word, almost incomprehensible, could be heard. “Alone.”

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This story was originally written way back in August of '09 (as stated in the title), and was a joke story I wrote for my friend Garst Tyrell. Oddly enough this story could almost pass as canon for the character he now plays when he does RP.