Krayn
The Messenger
Falleen
Once this planet had been home to a species that resembled power. A tough and influential people who had spread their power base throughout the entire galaxy with determination and intent.
Now?
The Gulag Plague had practically destroyed the Falleen race. It had ripped at their core and boiled their blood, creating the death of nearly three generations. It was honest to say that for the Falleen their prime had indeed passed.
Yet still people came to the planet, mostly it was for trade, necessary elements to galactic life. However recently it was different, people had come to pay tribute to a powerful being who had become known as only La’trofa.
To the Fallen La’trofa was a gift sent from the sky to bring them out of their time of need. A prophet to lead them forward into a great revival of their ways.
As always people given such worship changed everything.
La’trofa, whose words had once been of unity and peace had started to use his power for personal gain. He had twisted his control over the cold-blooded citizens of the world and now sat upon the highest peak of priveldege possible to the Falleen.
Yet as Belis, clad in his usual black armour arrived near the closest thing that ever resembled the capitol cities of the Falleen as told in legend, the thought of La’trofa was as far from his mind as humanly possible.
He was not here for worship or pilgrimage. He was here for his own means, in the search of something that had escaped his grasp for so very long. Something that in time past even Sieger Ren himself had not been able to possess.
“Welcome fair traveller.” Was the greeting given by a hunched little creature nearby. Clearly deformed in some accident an lifetime ago. “You are the one I have been sent for, his worship has decreed your coming and requires a presence at his home.”
Dark eyes turned on the creature, a blank stare emphasised by the helmet he wore. “I was not expected.”
“His worship sees a great many things.” The creature bowed his head, although his words inspired the reasoning of belief. “You have been expected for many weeks. Betrayer of Ren.”
Belis nearly went for his lightsaber, it had been months since someone had openly recognised him as who he had been and Falleen wasn’t exactly within First Order space. He however fought the anger and the fear, gripping his hand into a fist hard enough to make the leather creak.
“Please, come with me. His worship awaits.” The creature indicated towards a crude gate, constructed out of remnants of the great city that lay like giant skeletons rusted in time around them.
“One deceit creature and I will end you where you stand.”
The small Falleen smiled a wicked grin of broken teeth. “Then I will have died in service to the worship and my life will be worth the strike.”
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Once this planet had been home to a species that resembled power. A tough and influential people who had spread their power base throughout the entire galaxy with determination and intent.
Now?
The Gulag Plague had practically destroyed the Falleen race. It had ripped at their core and boiled their blood, creating the death of nearly three generations. It was honest to say that for the Falleen their prime had indeed passed.
Yet still people came to the planet, mostly it was for trade, necessary elements to galactic life. However recently it was different, people had come to pay tribute to a powerful being who had become known as only La’trofa.
To the Fallen La’trofa was a gift sent from the sky to bring them out of their time of need. A prophet to lead them forward into a great revival of their ways.
As always people given such worship changed everything.
La’trofa, whose words had once been of unity and peace had started to use his power for personal gain. He had twisted his control over the cold-blooded citizens of the world and now sat upon the highest peak of priveldege possible to the Falleen.
Yet as Belis, clad in his usual black armour arrived near the closest thing that ever resembled the capitol cities of the Falleen as told in legend, the thought of La’trofa was as far from his mind as humanly possible.
He was not here for worship or pilgrimage. He was here for his own means, in the search of something that had escaped his grasp for so very long. Something that in time past even Sieger Ren himself had not been able to possess.
“Welcome fair traveller.” Was the greeting given by a hunched little creature nearby. Clearly deformed in some accident an lifetime ago. “You are the one I have been sent for, his worship has decreed your coming and requires a presence at his home.”
Dark eyes turned on the creature, a blank stare emphasised by the helmet he wore. “I was not expected.”
“His worship sees a great many things.” The creature bowed his head, although his words inspired the reasoning of belief. “You have been expected for many weeks. Betrayer of Ren.”
Belis nearly went for his lightsaber, it had been months since someone had openly recognised him as who he had been and Falleen wasn’t exactly within First Order space. He however fought the anger and the fear, gripping his hand into a fist hard enough to make the leather creak.
“Please, come with me. His worship awaits.” The creature indicated towards a crude gate, constructed out of remnants of the great city that lay like giant skeletons rusted in time around them.
“One deceit creature and I will end you where you stand.”
The small Falleen smiled a wicked grin of broken teeth. “Then I will have died in service to the worship and my life will be worth the strike.”
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