The Ambassador
"...and still it remains endless"
Malachor V, Remains of the Floating Market
"Why am I here?"
The question was spoken out loud, but the answer was silent besides the constant creaking and rattling of the derelict star destroyer. Darkness filled the broken corridors of the gigantic spaceship, only broken by random flashes of light created by sparks and short outs of the few still operating systems like air and gravity.
Since he had begun his way here, since whatever had devoured his mind spat him back into the galaxy, the bickering voice in his head had not remained still for even a second. It commanded him to make haste, to hurry here to fulfill a duty he didn't even knew he had. "It is here, find it little vermin", the voice said repeatedly, echoing through the emptiness of his mind over and over again. He wished that it instead had decide to share a bit more information about this place, like for example if the cursed abominations that according to stranger in his head had once wrecked the ship were still there.
Not that foreign thoughts were news to him, but the intensity with which they burned today was a first. Whatever it was that it wanted him to retrieve, it had to be important, maybe even powerful. Slow, clanking steps carried the man in heavy armor forwards, the shadows hiding the chance of a potential ambush around every corner. In his metallic right rested a small dagger, almost comically little compared to the hulking figure carrying it.
He had been aware of the danger, not only by whatever was left on the station, but by the sith that had claimed the world below as part of their empire, but it wasn't like he had much choice. Puling his hood over his head he continued, the weapon always ready to be stuck into the nearest approaching chunk of flesh. It was likely that an object of power would draw the attention of others once it awoke within the force, and if that happend he was ready.
"Why am I here?"
The question was spoken out loud, but the answer was silent besides the constant creaking and rattling of the derelict star destroyer. Darkness filled the broken corridors of the gigantic spaceship, only broken by random flashes of light created by sparks and short outs of the few still operating systems like air and gravity.
Since he had begun his way here, since whatever had devoured his mind spat him back into the galaxy, the bickering voice in his head had not remained still for even a second. It commanded him to make haste, to hurry here to fulfill a duty he didn't even knew he had. "It is here, find it little vermin", the voice said repeatedly, echoing through the emptiness of his mind over and over again. He wished that it instead had decide to share a bit more information about this place, like for example if the cursed abominations that according to stranger in his head had once wrecked the ship were still there.
Not that foreign thoughts were news to him, but the intensity with which they burned today was a first. Whatever it was that it wanted him to retrieve, it had to be important, maybe even powerful. Slow, clanking steps carried the man in heavy armor forwards, the shadows hiding the chance of a potential ambush around every corner. In his metallic right rested a small dagger, almost comically little compared to the hulking figure carrying it.
He had been aware of the danger, not only by whatever was left on the station, but by the sith that had claimed the world below as part of their empire, but it wasn't like he had much choice. Puling his hood over his head he continued, the weapon always ready to be stuck into the nearest approaching chunk of flesh. It was likely that an object of power would draw the attention of others once it awoke within the force, and if that happend he was ready.
