THE UNDEFEATED
Felucia. Was a planet very much like Duxn.
A planet very much alive, yet upon closer examinations was entirely different. Duxn was a consistently dark planet, it's dark side energy was forever present. Yet, dull. It was a dying world, sickened by hundreds of wars that had come before.
Felucia however was powerful. He could feel it, as the Valkyrie orbited the planet. After the Ancient Eye had conquered Nibelungen, the Tol Varen had migrated from the unknown regions to colonise the newly conquered system. The Keeper's power had been intensified, so much so that he sensed a being of ancient origin. Older, than even The Keeper's collective.
The Matador had arrived entirely alone, his ship falling just beyond the orbital blue hue of planets surface. He felt something, something that caused him to stop in transit; like being able to breath for the first time in his entire life. Like his skull had been shattered and healed in an instant in some strange release. Crimson hands gripped at the sides of his Navigation console as he hunched over, his face trembled as he felt a contortion of pain and relief. However both were of unknown origin, he understood the purpose of neither.
A stray thought entered his mind, Matador? It was a voice unheard, something replacing what'd been lost. It was alien, hostile. He pushed it back, even though it felt eerily familiar to him. It was his own voice, but with a greatly subdued strength. He felt his hands return to the controls instinctively, bringing the Valkyrie into orbit of Felucia. He needed to land, perhaps this new sense would guide him.
Exhaust fumes escaped from the Valkyrie as her landing pad extended, the felucian jungle floor tensed and relaxed in seconds as water slipped from the confines of mud and moss beneath the edges of the landing pad. Further tension became apparent as the Matador's massive heavy form escaped the confines of his ship. The giant crimson clad Warrior stood ominously as he surveyed the area around him, observing the diverse life of the world, it was strangely beautiful to him. A raw emotion he hadn't felt in some time, a wonder that caused his heart to ache in its place as if a new muscle readily awakened with the inhale of fresh air.
He felt pain, deep pain. Echoing from the deeply subdued voice from which had been freed upon arrival near Felucia. His resolve was shaken for a moment as he thought on his training, his discipline. His features tensed, allowing a dark sense of purpose to overshadow his entangled thoughts and emotion. He followed his instinctive sense of direction, leading deeper into the planet's multitudes of flora and fauna.
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A planet very much alive, yet upon closer examinations was entirely different. Duxn was a consistently dark planet, it's dark side energy was forever present. Yet, dull. It was a dying world, sickened by hundreds of wars that had come before.
Felucia however was powerful. He could feel it, as the Valkyrie orbited the planet. After the Ancient Eye had conquered Nibelungen, the Tol Varen had migrated from the unknown regions to colonise the newly conquered system. The Keeper's power had been intensified, so much so that he sensed a being of ancient origin. Older, than even The Keeper's collective.
The Matador had arrived entirely alone, his ship falling just beyond the orbital blue hue of planets surface. He felt something, something that caused him to stop in transit; like being able to breath for the first time in his entire life. Like his skull had been shattered and healed in an instant in some strange release. Crimson hands gripped at the sides of his Navigation console as he hunched over, his face trembled as he felt a contortion of pain and relief. However both were of unknown origin, he understood the purpose of neither.
A stray thought entered his mind, Matador? It was a voice unheard, something replacing what'd been lost. It was alien, hostile. He pushed it back, even though it felt eerily familiar to him. It was his own voice, but with a greatly subdued strength. He felt his hands return to the controls instinctively, bringing the Valkyrie into orbit of Felucia. He needed to land, perhaps this new sense would guide him.
Exhaust fumes escaped from the Valkyrie as her landing pad extended, the felucian jungle floor tensed and relaxed in seconds as water slipped from the confines of mud and moss beneath the edges of the landing pad. Further tension became apparent as the Matador's massive heavy form escaped the confines of his ship. The giant crimson clad Warrior stood ominously as he surveyed the area around him, observing the diverse life of the world, it was strangely beautiful to him. A raw emotion he hadn't felt in some time, a wonder that caused his heart to ache in its place as if a new muscle readily awakened with the inhale of fresh air.
He felt pain, deep pain. Echoing from the deeply subdued voice from which had been freed upon arrival near Felucia. His resolve was shaken for a moment as he thought on his training, his discipline. His features tensed, allowing a dark sense of purpose to overshadow his entangled thoughts and emotion. He followed his instinctive sense of direction, leading deeper into the planet's multitudes of flora and fauna.
[member="Chlorraan"]