Zaiden Dean
The Stealth Master
[member="Bryn Celli Ddu"]
Zaiden stood silent as a statue atop the lightning rod atop Ahvulan, the highest unnatural point on Val’hala. Winds blew, the air was thin, and yet he seemed utterly undeterred. This was a master that had seen to much, fought to many powers in the Force that could make Sideous look like a child, hell he had died and came back to many times. The man was simply put, a power house.
Maybe he might be afraid, if say, Ashin stood nearby ready to attack. Or maybe if Darren Shaw was nearby he might get cautious. Just nature and a potential fall? This wouldn’t be anything to fear, hell the man could fly if he wished. He had done so many times before.
Lightly stepping back, the man reached out and gripped the rod as he moved past it, using it as a means to guide his fall. Once atop his corporate headquarters, he moved to get inside the building. Passing many a worker, alongside citizen zealots that still wished to appease their Lord, their literal God brought corporeal. How they figured this was still his story, after four deaths, he would never understand. Hell, an entire planet, with billions, who all worshiped him and wished to do whatever it was he wished, even if it meant death? He could use that, even if they made no sense.
Before long, he entered the massive walkway on floor three thirty seven. Looking about at the populated landing, he walked to the edge and looked over, down into the huge free fall leading to darkness below. How had he come to be in control of a planet such as this? He could never quite understand. A prophecy? Well it led to becoming a God King of one of the top five most populated planets, more wealthy than most beings in control of entire factions, and in control of an ecumonopolis – a planet exactly the same as Coruscant. A planet wide city.
A man approached, “Sir, is there anything I can do?”
Relaxing against the railing and looking down into the abyss like fall, Vokun smiled, “Sure Seras, bring me a drink.”
Zaiden stood silent as a statue atop the lightning rod atop Ahvulan, the highest unnatural point on Val’hala. Winds blew, the air was thin, and yet he seemed utterly undeterred. This was a master that had seen to much, fought to many powers in the Force that could make Sideous look like a child, hell he had died and came back to many times. The man was simply put, a power house.
Maybe he might be afraid, if say, Ashin stood nearby ready to attack. Or maybe if Darren Shaw was nearby he might get cautious. Just nature and a potential fall? This wouldn’t be anything to fear, hell the man could fly if he wished. He had done so many times before.
Lightly stepping back, the man reached out and gripped the rod as he moved past it, using it as a means to guide his fall. Once atop his corporate headquarters, he moved to get inside the building. Passing many a worker, alongside citizen zealots that still wished to appease their Lord, their literal God brought corporeal. How they figured this was still his story, after four deaths, he would never understand. Hell, an entire planet, with billions, who all worshiped him and wished to do whatever it was he wished, even if it meant death? He could use that, even if they made no sense.
Before long, he entered the massive walkway on floor three thirty seven. Looking about at the populated landing, he walked to the edge and looked over, down into the huge free fall leading to darkness below. How had he come to be in control of a planet such as this? He could never quite understand. A prophecy? Well it led to becoming a God King of one of the top five most populated planets, more wealthy than most beings in control of entire factions, and in control of an ecumonopolis – a planet exactly the same as Coruscant. A planet wide city.
A man approached, “Sir, is there anything I can do?”
Relaxing against the railing and looking down into the abyss like fall, Vokun smiled, “Sure Seras, bring me a drink.”