[color=6ecff6][centre][h1]Varan[/h1][/centre][/color]

It was a mistake, letting that door close. They had been driving for nearly an hour already. The droid had begun to re-awaken, sending all the shivering aspects of his personality shooting through each and every neuron. He knew that this wasn't going to be easy, not one bit, as his plan began to crumble in his mind. Varan needed to build his confidence as high as he could structure it, yet having a large heap of metal bearing a gun and sending threats...didn't really act as a stress reliever, did it? Nothing was ever easy in his life...He looked towards the console as everyone began to start rustling around, yelling and breaking the deafening silence. Varan began to clutch his head between his fingers, still allowing the Crawler to move along the path they were taking. He could feel himself becoming more and more drawn away from allowing any sort of escape plan. The radio by his side buzzed, as he turned it off as he became prone to contacting those behind him. The click went by twice, signalling there being no transmission from both ends. He kept his eyes now upon the track again, the bustling noises behind him still echoing.

[color=a36209]"Are you a slave of the Empire like this one?"[/color] A voice seemed closer and louder, coming from his right. Varan was almost certain that it was indeed directed to him. There was a silence between the voice and his own, hesitation taking its toll amongst Varan's decision making. The voice that had spoken to him was low, gruff and tipped with an accent not completely familiar to himself. Varan finally began to speak up slightly, still quiet and nervous.

[color=6ecff6]"N-no...I'm....I'm in a labour group k-known a-"[/color] He froze in the terms of his speech. To his right, as he turned mid-sentence, was someone filling up the seat...[i]Her Seat.[/i] His face looked both scared and shocked as a sense of danger and guilt flowed through his mind. He quickly began to struggle, quickly contacting the man in the place that should never be filled. [color=6ecff6]"OUT! G-get out! You...You can't sit there!"[/color] He swiftly buzzed to him; it was at that moment, when he began to finally speak towards those arguing and threatening one another behind him. [color=6ecff6]"E-Everyone! S-shut up, for my o-own sake! P-Please....Shut up! I cannot p-plot in my forsaken head with constant tongues of mistrust and hatred being fired to one another!"[/color] He waited for the group to calm down in the term of voices, his voice still trembling with hesitation. As he finished, breathing rather heavily, a light began to flash upon the counter. The small pad located on the arm-rest of his seat stated: [i]Set Waypoint Approaching[/i]. This was it...this wasn't the waypoint the Empire wanted him to go to. This wasn't the Waypoint he was supposed to go to, just one the convoy were passing. As he looked upon the visual monitor of the driver's view, he saw it approach slowly. It was at this point where he felt time itself slow down. An unsteady heartbeat chimed in his chest. A  thousand thoughts, regrets and fearful comments burst throughout his mind. His arms both clutched with pressure. [i]This was it.[/i] It was do it, or not. What was about to happen here would directly change the course of his fate...Giving either a continuous life like this, or a chance to redeem himself. It would serve as a death-wish, getting the valid attention of any known scum system-wide. Just big enough to fit the Crawler through, it came up upon the right. A tunnel like area, with on the other end, a heap of desert. [i]This was it. [/i]Whatever happened here, would completely change everyone...his responsibilities would maximise beyond his own control. However many unfortunate souls there were behind him, they were going to be in his single hand. A dangerous droid keen on having thoughts about the perishing demise of everyone kept him on edge. If he were to do this, would it open fire and slaughter them all? The Empire were surely going to retaliate. As far as he was concerned, the only person guaranteed an execution was Varan himself. If the other's weren't to be involved, they'd only be recollected. Traitorship was one thing, but directly going against them twice under the same circumstances of sympathy and fear of the [i]Lower-Life Forms[/i], was growling up the wrong tree. Varan took a look behind him, eyeing those he would be dragging into this. Some had talked of escape, yet this was far beyond more dangerous than any methods they'd try. A mixture of old and young, many looking closely to his own. They had faces of fear, anger...disputes rummaged in and out of one another. It scared him. This would be something he could not escape if he were to lead them only to their deaths. He did not know them. He did not feel liked by them. He did not feel safe with them. This was only going to be a deed that only the crazy and good-willed can even attempt to put into play. Agony and fear were driving him closer and closer to this [i]detour[/i]. Of most of the things the near-coward had experienced in his life, this was up there with the worst. [i]The decision was over.[/i] He took a deep breath, his right arm shaking quite a bit, whilst his left seemed to be still and abnormally calm. He took more breaths, before quickly jamming the steering device to the right...