War
A lone ship entered orbit of the world of Zanbar and sat in orbit. It was an ancient YT-2000. The same one that sat in the mud outside of a spaceport on Mandalore while a drunk man sat in a lawn chair beneath it ages ago. Lights silently blinked in the void as a hatch opened on the top. A figure slowly rose from the top on a lift. Nothing more than a silhouette framed in the light of an occasional star. A ghost lingering in the depths, and then, it was gone.
He felt it, a resonance, something from before, something that made him feel...something again.
He was gone. And then he stood in fog. Always a fog. CM- fragstorm in hand. The fog and he moved across a clearing toward a hut, and ship, and the pull of deep things long forgotten.
Mia Monroe
He felt it, a resonance, something from before, something that made him feel...something again.
He was gone. And then he stood in fog. Always a fog. CM- fragstorm in hand. The fog and he moved across a clearing toward a hut, and ship, and the pull of deep things long forgotten.
Mia Monroe