Terminus Est
Abraxas spent many years as one of the most prominent mining worlds in the Galaxy. Like many others, the Empire stripped it for resources and once defunct, the sector became a waste filled with forgotten refineries and other orbital refuse. Pirates set up shop in the wreckage and wreaked havoc on unwary spacers.
The lost mines were tapped out of minerals entirely, and whatever might be left over was hardly worth the journey to a seemingly dead world. But for the King, the experience of something hollowed out and forgotten by time seemed almost appropriate.
He found himself on the surface of a world that few men ever had cause to visit, a leisurely gait to his walk. It was on Abraxas where he would meditate on the past, and seek to fine tune his connection to the great mystery that everyone called the Force in this time.
Perhaps clarity would come with answers.
The lost mines were tapped out of minerals entirely, and whatever might be left over was hardly worth the journey to a seemingly dead world. But for the King, the experience of something hollowed out and forgotten by time seemed almost appropriate.
He found himself on the surface of a world that few men ever had cause to visit, a leisurely gait to his walk. It was on Abraxas where he would meditate on the past, and seek to fine tune his connection to the great mystery that everyone called the Force in this time.
Perhaps clarity would come with answers.