Gray Jedi
The planet had been calling for a while now. Home. Csilla. The blue tunnel of hyperspace was abruptly replaced by the pinprick stars in the distance...but looming ahead was the broken world that used to be the capital of the great Chiss Ascendancy. Zinayn grimaced. He had been raised here since he was born, living in the same subterranean home as three generations of his family. It was lucky that he was born into the Irizi family. His family had great wealth, using it to make a comfortable life for themselves (and always giving the extras to less fortunate Chiss).
Those noble people didn't deserve the death that was handed to them at the hands of the Brotherhood. Anger flared up in Zinayn, but a timely hunk of rock crashing into his aft snapped him from his reverie. Flicking two switches above his head, he strengthened his particle shields and threw forth the throttle.
Where was he going exactly? The thought occurred to him as he dodged a flying meteroid. His senses were directing him, the Force lead him, and he only had to trust in it to find what he was looking for. Come to think of it... he didn't know what he was looking for. Strange dreams had been intruding into his meditation, all centered on his broken homeworld.
And so, letting the Force control his hands, Zinayn found himself flying alongside a slow-moving, impossibly large asteroid. It was barely too small to be considered a moon, but it damn sure wasn't a normal asteroid. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that something this size could be part of Csaplar. Previously a lively city (underneath a frozen wasteland), it was now some barren rock destined to disintegrate near the sun in a fiery explosion.
Soon, the Force had guided him to some erratic structures near a rocky, sandy mountain of sorts. What could possibly be waiting for him there? In seconds, the shuttle was swooping down to land just a hundred meters outside the perimeter of the structures. As Zinayn could see now, there were pillars, heaps of dusty white shards, and something resembling a statue in the middle of the ruins.
The shuttle settled down on the dusty landscape gently, and Zinayn checked the pressure levels outside. Surprisingly, there was an atmosphere. It wasn't the strongest, but it would provide enough pressure for Zinayn to go outside without his aging EVA suit. The Chiss strapped on an oxygen mask underneath his hood and stepped outside.
The sand beneath his boots felt...crunchy. Probably not sand. And Zinayn had a feeling that he didn't want to find out what the material was. So he began the short walk to the ruins. For the full five minutes, he couldn't shake the feeling that danger was close. There was no fear to be found within the Gray Jedi, however. He'd walked into danger many times and had come out alive each time. Why would this be any different?
Cremek candorus
Those noble people didn't deserve the death that was handed to them at the hands of the Brotherhood. Anger flared up in Zinayn, but a timely hunk of rock crashing into his aft snapped him from his reverie. Flicking two switches above his head, he strengthened his particle shields and threw forth the throttle.
Where was he going exactly? The thought occurred to him as he dodged a flying meteroid. His senses were directing him, the Force lead him, and he only had to trust in it to find what he was looking for. Come to think of it... he didn't know what he was looking for. Strange dreams had been intruding into his meditation, all centered on his broken homeworld.
And so, letting the Force control his hands, Zinayn found himself flying alongside a slow-moving, impossibly large asteroid. It was barely too small to be considered a moon, but it damn sure wasn't a normal asteroid. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that something this size could be part of Csaplar. Previously a lively city (underneath a frozen wasteland), it was now some barren rock destined to disintegrate near the sun in a fiery explosion.
Soon, the Force had guided him to some erratic structures near a rocky, sandy mountain of sorts. What could possibly be waiting for him there? In seconds, the shuttle was swooping down to land just a hundred meters outside the perimeter of the structures. As Zinayn could see now, there were pillars, heaps of dusty white shards, and something resembling a statue in the middle of the ruins.
The shuttle settled down on the dusty landscape gently, and Zinayn checked the pressure levels outside. Surprisingly, there was an atmosphere. It wasn't the strongest, but it would provide enough pressure for Zinayn to go outside without his aging EVA suit. The Chiss strapped on an oxygen mask underneath his hood and stepped outside.
The sand beneath his boots felt...crunchy. Probably not sand. And Zinayn had a feeling that he didn't want to find out what the material was. So he began the short walk to the ruins. For the full five minutes, he couldn't shake the feeling that danger was close. There was no fear to be found within the Gray Jedi, however. He'd walked into danger many times and had come out alive each time. Why would this be any different?
Cremek candorus
