Aedan Von: The Rising Sun
Flashback
Krayzen sat in a tent, the surrounding areas all full of broken hulls from the fleet that he led. Many of the ships that served his once great fleet were gone, taking up a significant chunk of the surrounding areas. Years had gone by since he had left Coruscant, his injuries forcing him to make a 'strategic' retreat.
When he had arrived on Mepho, the planet he occupied now, many people had died on the first few days. Thousands of soldiers had been killed by the Sithspawns, etc, while others had died of disease, and so on. A few shuttles remained, and the remaining soldiers that camped here had set up a base. Even then, distrust among them was high, as conflicts to take over as leader, cannibalism, and other things had made them wary of one another.
"Krayzen, we have gotten contact of the Nightsister sect. They will be arriving soon." he said. The Anzat, using a stick, struggled to stand. Krayzen was a broken man, a broken general. The once proud Anzati powerhouse was a shadow of his old self, bandages, etc occupying most of his body. It had taken him years to recover, and Krayzen, now a desperate individual, wanted to be saved, and be born a new.
"Tell them, I will be there." he said, mustering up a lot of his energy to even speak. He wondered what had happened while he had been in exile, but for now, he had to concentrate on his recovery.
Unknown Planet
Unknown Camp/Base
Krayzen sat in a tent, the surrounding areas all full of broken hulls from the fleet that he led. Many of the ships that served his once great fleet were gone, taking up a significant chunk of the surrounding areas. Years had gone by since he had left Coruscant, his injuries forcing him to make a 'strategic' retreat.
When he had arrived on Mepho, the planet he occupied now, many people had died on the first few days. Thousands of soldiers had been killed by the Sithspawns, etc, while others had died of disease, and so on. A few shuttles remained, and the remaining soldiers that camped here had set up a base. Even then, distrust among them was high, as conflicts to take over as leader, cannibalism, and other things had made them wary of one another.
"Krayzen, we have gotten contact of the Nightsister sect. They will be arriving soon." he said. The Anzat, using a stick, struggled to stand. Krayzen was a broken man, a broken general. The once proud Anzati powerhouse was a shadow of his old self, bandages, etc occupying most of his body. It had taken him years to recover, and Krayzen, now a desperate individual, wanted to be saved, and be born a new.
"Tell them, I will be there." he said, mustering up a lot of his energy to even speak. He wondered what had happened while he had been in exile, but for now, he had to concentrate on his recovery.