Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
The Confederacy plunged into chaos overnight after the annexation of Atrisia. A global scale epidemic involving the sinister Blackwing Virus stole the lives of many civilians and important Confederate officials alike. During that conflict, the Jen'jidai known as Alkor Centaris was nowhere to be found.
He served to incorporate the planet and dealt with coordinating the blockade and subsequent protections that the Vicelord afforded to the world, but almost immediately disappeared thereafter. Anyone who asked would meet with conflicting accounts on the matter. Only his Brother, Darth Metus knew the truth of it.
Crowned the Executor of the Thorn chapter of the Knights Obsidian, the two remaining clansmen of House Verd were the only ones who knew the truth of his position.
This high up, the air of Taloraan was breathable. He was alone, seated at the edge of an abandoned Tibanna processing platform. He could see the roiling golden clouds beneath him, and at times, the massive beasts that gorged themselves on the gas.
Alkor lifted his arm and stared down at it. The blackened appendage seemed to mock him as he moved each finger in turn, but felt nothing. The sensation was lost to him, from fingertip all the way up to shoulder. Yet, still it heeded him.
He had a decision to make.
He served to incorporate the planet and dealt with coordinating the blockade and subsequent protections that the Vicelord afforded to the world, but almost immediately disappeared thereafter. Anyone who asked would meet with conflicting accounts on the matter. Only his Brother, Darth Metus knew the truth of it.
Crowned the Executor of the Thorn chapter of the Knights Obsidian, the two remaining clansmen of House Verd were the only ones who knew the truth of his position.
This high up, the air of Taloraan was breathable. He was alone, seated at the edge of an abandoned Tibanna processing platform. He could see the roiling golden clouds beneath him, and at times, the massive beasts that gorged themselves on the gas.
Alkor lifted his arm and stared down at it. The blackened appendage seemed to mock him as he moved each finger in turn, but felt nothing. The sensation was lost to him, from fingertip all the way up to shoulder. Yet, still it heeded him.
He had a decision to make.