Live in Light, Surf Master
Brynjar Star Destroyer
Confederate of Independent Systems Space
The night cycle shifted seamlessly to the Echani crew of the House of Xextos. As penance for their ancestral sin, Manu stripped the loyal House of Keth of their name, writing it upon his memory and no other name. He would expunge the House, bring it into his own and reclaim it. Purify it. Become it. If the House of Keth were wary of this chance, they did not say. Long now had Manu roamed the stars with his crew, until the siren song of the Confederacy called him to a home he could claim. A planet of their own.
On Tythe he would bring Life to the barren, he would redeem the planet as he would, in effect, redeem himself. Yet, the Echani Knight was not well. He kept his student and nurse @[member="Felix Emer"] close, always having a treat in his pocket for Felix's dog Max. This night cycle, Manu was entrenched in his room breathing weakly in what passed for slumber.
In the swathe of a thin blanket, he dreamed. Erryn stirred beside him, cuddled up to her husband's chest. Manu pulled her into his morning-stirred arms and felt the distension of her belly. Outside, the rebuild of Thyrsus had passed from fledgeling to finishing, massive tangles of sculptures built from the wreckage by Manu's own telekinetic hands. He nuzzled into her neck, he could stay here with his wife. In the side of Manu's mind he felt the empathic imprints of the Brynjar crew fading away. A soft music found his ears, the thub-dub of a heartbeat slowing down.
Had the Krystallsøvn taken more than his years? Was the octocentarian living on whispers of time, threaded through his consciousness with naught but the image of his wholly healthy mother to keep his impressions sound? Erryn stirred. She turned and pulled her arm across Manu's hair, pressing her lips to his. Down the hall he could hear Chiara and Divya - their daughters - playing in the morning air. Manu pressed his forehead to his wife's and prayed that the Force would not take this vision. That soon he could reunite and survive.
In Manu's quarters, the 7 foot Echani's heartbeat slowly dimmed, his lungs took less air. A flickering sense of ill drifted to Felix, the subconscious of the man afraid of the slow draw on the Master's frail, wasting body.
Confederate of Independent Systems Space
The night cycle shifted seamlessly to the Echani crew of the House of Xextos. As penance for their ancestral sin, Manu stripped the loyal House of Keth of their name, writing it upon his memory and no other name. He would expunge the House, bring it into his own and reclaim it. Purify it. Become it. If the House of Keth were wary of this chance, they did not say. Long now had Manu roamed the stars with his crew, until the siren song of the Confederacy called him to a home he could claim. A planet of their own.
On Tythe he would bring Life to the barren, he would redeem the planet as he would, in effect, redeem himself. Yet, the Echani Knight was not well. He kept his student and nurse @[member="Felix Emer"] close, always having a treat in his pocket for Felix's dog Max. This night cycle, Manu was entrenched in his room breathing weakly in what passed for slumber.
In the swathe of a thin blanket, he dreamed. Erryn stirred beside him, cuddled up to her husband's chest. Manu pulled her into his morning-stirred arms and felt the distension of her belly. Outside, the rebuild of Thyrsus had passed from fledgeling to finishing, massive tangles of sculptures built from the wreckage by Manu's own telekinetic hands. He nuzzled into her neck, he could stay here with his wife. In the side of Manu's mind he felt the empathic imprints of the Brynjar crew fading away. A soft music found his ears, the thub-dub of a heartbeat slowing down.
Had the Krystallsøvn taken more than his years? Was the octocentarian living on whispers of time, threaded through his consciousness with naught but the image of his wholly healthy mother to keep his impressions sound? Erryn stirred. She turned and pulled her arm across Manu's hair, pressing her lips to his. Down the hall he could hear Chiara and Divya - their daughters - playing in the morning air. Manu pressed his forehead to his wife's and prayed that the Force would not take this vision. That soon he could reunite and survive.
In Manu's quarters, the 7 foot Echani's heartbeat slowly dimmed, his lungs took less air. A flickering sense of ill drifted to Felix, the subconscious of the man afraid of the slow draw on the Master's frail, wasting body.