Kzaevas Vi'ze
[identity unknown]
"..See the gate - open the way..."
"...OPEN IT..."
"You must..."
"...wake up..."
"...SEE THE VOID..."
"...SEE IT..."
Visions of flesh and crimson, the insatiable maw of death that razes innocent and sinner alike. What was to be taken from these terrors? Kzaevas awoke yet again to a reoccurring dream - a fever that burned her sanity away like paper to an inferno. Set adrift amidst the stars in a stolen shuttle - slumber had only briefly made claim before something of a more unsettling nature began stirring. Kzaevas lay motionless with eyes blankly staring at the canvas of distant light and inky dark.
What was it to be? What was her purpose?
She didn't even know who she was...
A lost soul, insignificant, unloved.
Dead to everyone else, a ghost of nobody.
Rising from the bench she rested upon, Kzaevas moved further inside of the cockpit to be seated. Silence hung all around the cabin, blood dripping from the grates along the shuttle's interior - a slain crew in pieces with scorched flesh and bone. They knew no rest, as their soulless husks stared endlessly into the void.
Sitting as if bored, Kzaevas sighed. Something was out here, out in the wilds of space beckoning - calling. It felt so close, but was nowhere to be seen. Was she being deceived? Or was there a meaning to all this? Eyes straining as they focused on virtually nothing, Kzaevas grimaced. She did not come out here for nothing, but how could she find what she couldn't see?
Now irritated, the thing born of no mother nor father removed itself from the cockpit. Her anger rising, the dark side of the Force came alive. Painful spikes of power surged throughout her bones, manipulating the gravity inside the shuttle cabin. Bodies of the dead crew twisted and snapped out of place and apart completely due to the anomaly. Lights flickered, dents and bent frames disfigured the inside of the ship. Kzaevas now felt drained, yet still woefully bitter.
She knew it was here, the signal...
The beacon.
It called to her, and she demanded it to be so.
To see...
Blood dripped from Kzaevas' nose, a single bead fell unto the steely floor. She wiped her face with the midnight of her glove, the sanguine stream clearing away into the shadow of her right hand.
She knew it was here...
Hiding behind the veil...
Waiting to be seen...
...
[member="Sintel Kay"] | [member="Vulthoom"]