Xephirus Cloud
The Echo of Destruction
The floor was littered with the bodies of the ever watchful Killik. They knew this was coming and yet they couldn't stop it. They knew one day the beast would awaken and they would perish beneath his weight. They hoped he would believe in their mission forever but it had always been a temporary thing. The symbiotic relationship had become parasitic and it took over 8 centuries to finally break free from their grasp. They couldn't leave well enough alone all those moons ago. They had to reclaim the power they had lost.... but power comes with a price and with the destruction of the hive, the price was paid.
Standing high above the fallen insectoids, a man covered in a black blood and not much else stood desperately looking for answers. Who was he? All he remembered was needing to cut himself from the cancerous hive. His name, that was a little bit easier to remember. The hive had changed its persona with the merging of his mind. Xephirus was his name or something of the sort. Convoluted by memories that did not belong to him he begged himself to remember the life he had before... but to no avail.
He wandered through the cell-like hive searching for answers. His mind seemed to lead him to a room containing items from his past; robes, lightsaber, broken technologies that had faded away. He dressed himself in the black robes that only deepened the mystery as to who he was. A world of the past rushed to him as if struck with a bolt of lightning. He was a Sith... a powerful Sith and that was why the Hive was desperate to have him. Power had made him a target.
Moving quickly to the Hive's hold he found many old ships and things of various time periods. Before he knew it he found his hands grasping tools, trying to get these run down ships in working order. Perhaps he was a mechanic in a past life, he was not sure... all he knew was that he needed to go. He wasn't allowed to stand still. The answers awaited him... elsewhere.
After what seemed like an eternity a diagnostics check proved that the ship was in working order, still Xeph wasn't sure. The parts he found were old, the ship itself was old, it was just as likely to explode as it was to start.
Of course, Xeph had always been a risk taker... whether he had known it or not. He started the engines up and with a loud bang he was airborne, heading through the cosmos as if death itself was chasing him... and it was...
Before long the engines had started to fail. His make-shift fuel source was burning up his tanks and he just had to put it down otherwise his adventure would turn out to be a rather short one. He was close to a star system... which one? He didn't know, his navi-computer had been on the fritz since take off. He was flying blind, and considering what he was working with he had been doing a damn decent job of holding it together.
He broke through the atmosphere of an unknown planet. Alarms on the ship were going nuts at this point, and things were getting extremely hot. Flames surrounded the vessel and began seeping into the ship before it crashed burried deep into the side of a building. Smoke poured into his lungs and he pushed his way out towards the door but it wouldn't budge. He spotted a hole in the ceiling and with all his might jumped, aided by the Force he made it look simple. It was all so easy, as if everything was muscle memory. He moved from the blaze as rescue crews poured in to save the burning building. Beings all around him frenzied and panicked. And looking around everything just happened so slowly, and seeing all the people around him fearing for their lives... it felt normal. It felt as though he had been there before.
Standing high above the fallen insectoids, a man covered in a black blood and not much else stood desperately looking for answers. Who was he? All he remembered was needing to cut himself from the cancerous hive. His name, that was a little bit easier to remember. The hive had changed its persona with the merging of his mind. Xephirus was his name or something of the sort. Convoluted by memories that did not belong to him he begged himself to remember the life he had before... but to no avail.
He wandered through the cell-like hive searching for answers. His mind seemed to lead him to a room containing items from his past; robes, lightsaber, broken technologies that had faded away. He dressed himself in the black robes that only deepened the mystery as to who he was. A world of the past rushed to him as if struck with a bolt of lightning. He was a Sith... a powerful Sith and that was why the Hive was desperate to have him. Power had made him a target.
Moving quickly to the Hive's hold he found many old ships and things of various time periods. Before he knew it he found his hands grasping tools, trying to get these run down ships in working order. Perhaps he was a mechanic in a past life, he was not sure... all he knew was that he needed to go. He wasn't allowed to stand still. The answers awaited him... elsewhere.
After what seemed like an eternity a diagnostics check proved that the ship was in working order, still Xeph wasn't sure. The parts he found were old, the ship itself was old, it was just as likely to explode as it was to start.
Of course, Xeph had always been a risk taker... whether he had known it or not. He started the engines up and with a loud bang he was airborne, heading through the cosmos as if death itself was chasing him... and it was...
Before long the engines had started to fail. His make-shift fuel source was burning up his tanks and he just had to put it down otherwise his adventure would turn out to be a rather short one. He was close to a star system... which one? He didn't know, his navi-computer had been on the fritz since take off. He was flying blind, and considering what he was working with he had been doing a damn decent job of holding it together.
He broke through the atmosphere of an unknown planet. Alarms on the ship were going nuts at this point, and things were getting extremely hot. Flames surrounded the vessel and began seeping into the ship before it crashed burried deep into the side of a building. Smoke poured into his lungs and he pushed his way out towards the door but it wouldn't budge. He spotted a hole in the ceiling and with all his might jumped, aided by the Force he made it look simple. It was all so easy, as if everything was muscle memory. He moved from the blaze as rescue crews poured in to save the burning building. Beings all around him frenzied and panicked. And looking around everything just happened so slowly, and seeing all the people around him fearing for their lives... it felt normal. It felt as though he had been there before.
