Eden’s Grief, My House (Part One)

Lights began to flicker on, moments after I crossed the threshold of the door. The house had that musty smell they tend to get from having stood unoccupied for a long time. I stood at the base of two stairways that ran upwards to both my right and left. The light at the top of the right stair seemed a bit brighter then the one to the left, so to the right I went.
At the top of the stairs I found a structure maintenance terminal, a large room to the left and a doorway leading to the right. A quick look through the door to on my right revealed a passage that led to the balcony I first saw while standing outside. The room to the left looked to be empty, but on further investigation I noticed some containers tucked neatly in a corner labeled meeting room furniture. I found this strange, only because it made me wonder. Was I unpacking or packing? Or for that matter had someone else been in here doing one or the other for me?
I went back to the maintenance terminal. I was able to access it without problems, and found out a couple of things. There were a couple of names held within, though somewhat familiar, didn’t set off any alarms in my mind. I read once more through the list and committed them to memory. I checked the few other functions I could, like maintenance fees, and found that I was paid up in advance for months.
I went back through the door to the balcony and was stunned by the view. I could see most of EG from here, but it was the view of the surrounding countryside that really took my breath away. I could understand why I must have chosen this location to call my oasis. It was that beautiful.
On the far end of the balcony was another door leading back into my house. Once through this door I went through a small hall and down a short stair, stopping at an intersection, where the hall continued forward to another stair leading further down, a stair to my right leading to the entryway, and a door also to my right. In this part of the house I found several packs lined up along the wall.
I went through the packs one by one, and found things like furniture, clothing, and weapons…lots and lots of weapons. Why in the name of Hydens Way would I need so many weapons? I did find some power packs that could be used in my comm. unit and stuffed those into my belt. I still wondered whether I was in the process of coming or going.
The room on the right was what appeared to be the main room. I say this because it was the largest I had found so far, and the fact that it was full of artifacts. Bookcases lined the walls. More weapons hung around the perimeter. There were small sculptures, and a couple of large statues. Pictures hung on the walls and rugs adorned the floor. Potted trees and plants were placed about the room. It was a large rug placed right in the center of this room that caught my eye, for it was a rug embossed with the Imperial emblem.
A vague remembrance stirred within me as I stared at this rug. I could see myself in uniform, as a recruit in the Imperial Army, firing a rifle on a range with others. I saw myself standing next to a TIE fighter, a broad grin on my face. Flashes of faces came and went. I saw myself preparing, lying flat on my belly gathering information, helping others apply camouflage, and giving orders. I was comfortable with this. I knew without a doubt then that I was indeed a soldier, but the question remained, why hadn’t I been contacted? Had I been on a mission for the army at the time I was injured on Dath? Why is it that no one had sought me out after all this time? These were definite question I had to find the answers too, if I were to regain my past. Hopefully I would get some answers as I continued with my search of my house.
A grand staircase led from the center of this room upwards and branched off to the left and right. At the top of the stair stood one of the large statues. I slowly turned a circle surveying the room. One corner was a sitting area, with a couple of chairs, a couch, and small table. In another corner were holograms of some ships, armor segments hung like plaques and a Master Hunter trophy skull. The more I took in of this room, the more a feeling of recognition formed in my mind.
I went over to the trophy, and placed a hand on it. A picture of traveling the galaxy, hunting game came to me, a vision of people seeking me out, of me standing on a hill, a rifle in my hands, overlooking a group that were hunting Fambaas. Beside me stood a man, a man that was flanked by a couple of big hunting cats. We were both smiling as we watch the hunt going on below us. Suddenly the darkest blue eyes imaginable consumed my vision. I hastily pulled my hand back and the memory vanished. When I reached out and touched the skull again, I felt nothing, just cold hard bone.
I found that I was breathing hard. The vision had been very powerful, and it took a minute to settle down and regain my composure. I looked around me, at the skull, the voritor segments hanging on the wall, all the different weapons on display. Was this who I was? Was I a soldier in the Imperial army and some type hunter of big game? I remembered the rifles I had in my pack when I back on Corellia. I hadn’t at that time given them much thought. Maybe I was once a hunter. That would explain a few things I found in my pack, the traps and chits for hide and such, but what of my involvement with the Army? I will have to explore this a little further after I see if there’s anymore I could find here in my house.