The Burning Star
Planet: Neka
Current Location: The Craggy Mountains of Grey Top
Current Equipment: Ignis Impulsa | Ember Armor | Nav'it Orb
Current Squad: N/A
The universe was loud.
It beckoned to the Novatar, spoke to him in a faint whisper of sadness. The galaxy was far worse than how his ancestors had left it. Quietly, Vivi hovered over the jagged rocks below, listening to the whispers of the force. Shifting metal and iron churned against metallic steel as Vivi's shell of armor locked into place. Tiny wisps of his soft flickering light escaped the tiny gaps in his metal armor. His body reacted to the very pulsars that allowed such a phenomenon to take place. Motionless and calm, he waited atop the cliff-side of what the locals in a small village had named, Grey Top. The chilling wind that slammed into the Novatar, made bringing his ultimate defenses nigh impossible. Exposure to such chilling temperatures would mean uselessness. Instead, he would settle for the very interlocking metals held tightly against his amorphous flame-like body. Tendrils of light blue fire swayed from the top of his tightly framed helmet. The metal churned once more and slits for eyes gave way. Sparks of deeper azure flame stared out at the ridge of mountains before him.
The whispers grew louder now. The very yearning of his heart felt the eerie weight of it all. Everything and nothing called to him at the same time. Some Novatar considered it a curse, others a gift, and yet; Vivi didn't believe in either. He had no need for understanding such things, instead he would heed the galaxy's call. The stars had made him and it would be the stars that he would fight for. Part of him wanted to find a deeper purpose, but in the grand scheme of his long birth, his time in the galaxy didn't compare. Reluctant to latch onto petty ideologies, part of him felt it deep in his magnetar heart that he was destined for more. Vivi had left many of his own kind behind in pursuit of finding a better way to make the galaxy whole again. It wasn't a curse and it wasn't a gift. For Vivi, it was a means to an end. An end of the vicious cycle his very kind had been shackled by. He wanted to change that... he wanted to change everything.
Vivi took in the view. Neka was nothing like Andra Dominus. It was lush and vibrant with life, the core metals of the world beneath him sang a song of youth and fruitful growth. His pulsars tugged on them, almost inviting them to latch to his very core. Vivi wouldn't grant the natural metals of this world access to do so. Restraint and control was as important to a Fytar, as it was an Entar. Still, the planet Neka was far more promising than the nightmarish prison of a swamp-world he came from. Despite the vast risks of leaving Andra Dominus, Vivi would do it all over again. He wanted to burn the disease taking hold of the galaxy, not sit idly by and be anchored to a false home. Part of him hoped, in time he would be able to find his True North, but many Novatar that wondered like the Gytars usually never did.
That's why he listened. It's why he found his way to the mountains of a planet he didn't even know existed. It's why he left. It was the very thing that made him feel free. Everything the universe told him brought him closer to his purpose. To answers, rather than questions. So, Vivi scoured the ridge of the mountains, the static pinging of the very world around him heightening his experience. Again his body shifted, metal against metal correcting itself as he turned. Like a torrent of water, the floodgates of the force opened to him. He lifted higher to the sky, a crackle of static releasing from his body in excitement. A faint signature grasped him, his pulsars receiving the vibrations from the un-natural occurrence. It was the force, but this was something new. It neither felt alive or dead, but rather complex in its very compounded makeup.
Vivi's bright blue tendrils grew brighter for a moment before a screeching electrical sound escaped him. His voice vibrated through him, his pitch being corrected and hallowed as he spoke to himself.
"What are you? Why do you call me?"
The hissing cold winds prevented a response. Vivi descended closer to the source. He could feel the blanket of the force lingering the farther down he floated. The deep ravines among the mountainous landscape stretched for miles. Only, distances didn't matter for the Novatar. They were natural beings of energy and direction was never an issue. He wouldn't tire, unless he was forced to expel his own energy and uses of the force. Unlike that of humanoids, he wouldn't need to stop for water or food. Instead, he sought warmth from the frigid mountains. Cold was always a problem for Novatar, it was the very thing that made their Novatrite armor incapable and potentially dangerous for them. Vivi understood this and chancing such things would have been a waste. He also understood where risk resided, so too could a reward.
He continued down the cliffside, careful to not pull anything from the earthly metals below him. Like a feather he moved slowly through the howling winds of the mountain tops and finally made it to the other half of the ridge. There, he felt it once more. The emanating presence that captured his very heart. His pulsars tried to rip it forward, but the distance and the stubborn refusal was met with disappointment. Vivi could feel the thickness of its veil. Like a linen blanket of protective barriers stopping it from heeding the Fytars pulsars. He turned, his tall frame encased in iron and metal grating against the influence of his magnetism. Then the metal at the tips of his feet folded backwards and flattened as he finally touched the ground. The rocky ledge trembled for a moment at the weight, but the earth obeyed his placement. Vivi's eyes dimmed, as if the swirling flicker of fire died down as his eyes focused into a deep blue glare. The darkness that stood in front of him, crafted by the mouth of an enormous cavern showed him no light and gave him no sound.
The only thing he felt deep in the pitch black was the very thing that brought him here. The force, the universe, the yearning call of necessary intervention. All signs pointed to inside the large cave. Without a moment of hesitation, the large metal Vivi proceeded into the gaping maw of the cave. The howling wind left him as the opening swallowed him whole.
The very last whispers reached him as he slipped into the endless dark.
Another. Come. Free.
Valery Noble
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