Belisarius Vilebroth
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Post by Belisarius Vilebroth on May 14, 2022 13:04:46 GMT -8
On a frontier world bordering greater space, a modified Omicron-class attack shuttle descended through noxious clouds, streaking across the sky as it traced a locator beacon on the planet's surface. Visibility was limited due in part to the chemical ordnance the Grave-Scythes had dropped on the planet prior to launching their assault in earnest, while radioactive fallout made their sensors practically inoperable. If that at all troubled the freakish amalgamation of man and machine seated in the pilot's chair, Festus Phageblight showed no sign of it. The left half of his face was locked in a rictus metal grin of a skeletal visage, while the right side was a scarred mess barely discernable as human. A claw like droid hand held the flight yoke, while pale veiny jaundiced fingers with blackening nails flipped a series of switches. The landing gear extended from the underside of the shuttle as it swept over the tortured landscape and spun 180 degrees before coming in for a fast landing. Radioactive dust kicked up with a layer of sediment, eventually settling as the engines and repulsors were shut down. A whine sounded as the side hatch located before the cockpit unsealed and flipped up, extending a ramp down to the steaming terrain.Emerging from the darkened interior of the shuttle, Belisarius Vilebroth appeared at the hatch, the long beak of his modified radzone trooper armour the first thing to exit the shadows. He looked out the filmy green lenses of his suit, studying the lethal effect their chemical bombs had on the surface. He casually walked down the ramp, carrying his tall war scythe 'Slake' is his right hand, tapping the haft on the ground with every heavy step of his armoured boots. Upon setting foot upon the chemical carpeted soil, he bent a leg and lowered his body until he was resting on his right knee. Connected to the power pack strapped to his back, his three servo-arms moved independently of one another. The arm ending in a vice like metal pincer came over his left shoulder and scraped at the top layer of dirt. Fiddling with a supply satchel around his waist, the Sith virologist retrieved a translucent specimen vial, then used his pincer arm to scoop up a palms worth of soil before carefully depositing it in the glass container and sealing it. He returned the full vial to his satchel and stood back up, the long brown robe he wore over his armour billowed around his lower half as nuclear winds swept the landing site.FWAP! FWAP! FWAP! Sickly green blaster fire flared in the deadly fog ahead, lighting a path for Belisarius to follow. He traveled through the cancerous mist, untroubled by the lethal miasma even as his rad counter continued to audibly protest. As he neared the sound of repeating bolts of sizzling death, he was just able to make out the appearance of a lumbering green form in what seemed to be a modified suit of hazard trooper armour. A tall war scythe to match Belisarius' own was held in the trooper's hand, though where the Sith's was coated in an animate swarm of nanogene spores, the trooper's was coated in a congealing mess of dark blood, dripping down the haft where it pooled and steamed on the hazard trooper's mechanized gauntlet. Nearby, Glory-class dark troopers holding portable blast cannons stood at the ready. The barrels of the weapons they carried still smoked. Strewn around the site was a mass collection of corpses wearing some sort of protective suits. The few that survived the dirty bombing appeared to have been put down personally by the Grave-Scythes. Belisarius reversed his scythe and used the jagged sickle head to flip one of the smoking cadavers over, revealing the faceplate of the victim's suit. Peering through the compromised transparent face shield, he could make out the distinct features of a chiss male. The smoking ruin of his suit and the boiled guts that dripped from the charred opening made it clear what had killed him. The Sith raised his scythe and motioned to the hazard trooper with a wave of the pestilential curved blade of the alchemized weapon."Did you have a chance to use it?" He inquired, his tone eager and phlegmatic. The recent scouring of life had left a vacuum in the Force that was easily filled by the corrupting nature of the darkside. Belisarius was already using his deep connection to those poisoned waters to manipulate the droid troopers into uploading the data they had collected to his personal device. Through his mastery of mechu-deru, the droid soldiers were slaves to his will, unable to resist. The hazard trooper, however, was no droid despite the mechanical nature of his combat suit.
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Belisarius Vilebroth
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Post by Belisarius Vilebroth on Sept 16, 2022 8:50:47 GMT -8
Location: Unknown Regions | Xeraxus (Plague World) - Formerly of the Rakatan Empire | Mt. Offalrot  "Lord Poxus." Hissed the Plague Bearer. "I see your host has crossed the Boiling Marshes of Sulphuria. How did you..." Interrupted. Before the diseased monk could finish speaking in its vile tongue, Lord Lorentius Poxus' gurgled wetly, spattering the retched creature cowed before him with a virulent mist that sizzled as it spat passed the grill of his large bantha horned helm."Show me." He commanded. Taken aback by the Foetid Lord's abruptness, the monk nodded its pus soaked head and turned to the side before bowing. It crossed its right arm over its chest, indicating with a wart covered finger to the cavern. Lorentius dismounted his cancer sickened steed, splashing brackish water as his spiked boots sunk into an inch deep puddle. He was joined by another reaver, this one far wider than his own brutish bulk, bloated beyond human proportions to the extent that its rolls of fat squeezed out between its thick armoured plates. While Lord Poxus had a tall vibro-scythe strapped across his backplate as was common of the warriors under the Reaper Prime's command, the corpulent knight to his right carried a gnarly flanged mace that rested on its left shoulder, crackling with green discharges of sorcerous lightning. All the Plague Knights of Runnelsore Keep possessed a measure of the darksides power, and Festerbile Bubonicus was no exception to that rule. The two reavers followed the scabrous monk into the dark depths of the mountain, the dimness giving way as they passed glow lichen and bioluminescent fungi that grew on every damp surface of slippery stone.Occasionally Festerbile would lean down and wrap his pudgy fingers around one of the mushrooms, plucking it with a squeal as its roots tore, before stuffing it into his unusually wide mouth. His jowls jiggled with delight as he munched noisily on the hallucinogenic spore fodder. Lord Poxus was all business, his dour mood bleeding into the fey as they moved closer to their destination, the rust ridden knuckles of his gauntlets shrieking as clenched his hands in barely contained ire. After a few minutes the tunnel gave way to an open cavern dominated in the center by a massive ring of silvered metal etched with unreadable hieroglyphics. Whatever substance the giant metallic circle was forged from radiated with a sense of wrongness. As they entered the cavern the Plague Bearer turned to face them and bowed its pox scarred head, its nose dangling from a nearly rotted through scrap of ruined skin."It is true then." Gurgled the Foetid Lord. "An infinity gate." The monk nodded. "Yes, Lord Poxus. While the slave meat toiled beneath the mountain mining for isotope rich ore, it was discovered very much by accident. We have made some progress deciphering the script covering its surface. It is my belief that we will soon unlock its secrets, Eye willing, of course."A throaty chuckle was elicited from the morbidly obese maw of Festerbile, who stood beside Lorentius, causing the reaver's fat cheeks to dance in twisted amusement. As for the Foetid Lord, his jaundiced yellow eyes glared daggers of hostility at the decrepit monk through the visor of his horned helm. When he spoke next, his tone contained the venom of unbridled hate."The Eye has nothing to do with it. All is done at the whim of the Reaper Prime, you diseased scab. It is to Belisarius that you should offer your prayers." As if it were scalded by acid, the Plague Bearer recoiled, hissing in the dark as though Lord Poxus had committed the gravest of sins. When the leprous wretch spoke next, its odorous breath was hot with religious fever."Blasphemy!" It growled through gritted black teeth. "You dare put a mortal man before our..." Before the Plague Bearer could finish its chastisement of Lorentius, the Plague Knight's vibro-scythe swiped through the air in a sweeping flash, ripping the diseased monks head from its malformed body in a wet welter of pathogen thick blood. The head struck the floor and rolled like a sac of mush, stopping at Festerbile Bubonicus' exposed fat toes. The corpulent knight bent over, an impressive feat given the rotund nature of his girthsome belly, and scooped the monks head up into his hands before raising it overhead and dropping it into his hutt like maw. As Festerbile munched loudly away on the monks soft skull, Lorentius turned and pointed his war-scythe at another Plague Bearer near the Infinity Gate that was going over some mouldy parchment."Now you're in charge of making this device operational." He snarled as blood and pus misted from his scythe's vibrating edge. This Plague Bearer at least had the malign intelligence to tell the Foetid Lord what he wanted to hear. "As the Reaper Prime wills it. To which destination shall it be set, your Mercilessness?" "Mandalore." Gurgled Lord Poxus with a villainous grin. |
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Belisarius Vilebroth
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Post by Belisarius Vilebroth on Jun 26, 2023 12:58:28 GMT -8
Location: Wild Space Frontier | Outbound's Folley (Asteroid Field) | Terminus Base At the edge of the great blackness leading into parts most mysterious, what those in the Core referred to as the Unknown Regions, were the remnants of a planet shattered millennia ago during the time of the Infinite Empire. During those days, a super weapon that will remain unnamed destroyed an otherwise peaceful world as the wicked rakata sought to enslave the galaxy to their diabolical will. These days, all that remained was the asteroid field that was born in the wake of the former world's utter annihilation. It was rare for vessels to travel out this way, the area being frequented by pirates and marauders that used the dense field as cover for their operations throughout the Outer Rim. The only signs of obvious habitation were the rusted remains of an industrial fuel refinery once belonging to the Tagge Corporation, before the mining interests had all dried up and the facility was abandoned. These days the hollowed out structure became a frequent haunt for pirates, slavers, and all manner of foul intentioned xeno that preyed upon the hyper lanes.Several clearly predacious vessels were attached to the facility through long docking arms, though there were several open hangars as well, each controlled by a different gang, constantly changing as turf wars were a frequent event on the station built into the side of an massive asteroid, dense with nickel and iron deposits. A strike-class medium cruiser, of the same make and type as those seen in the Obroa-Skai system during the invasion by the pestilent forces of the Reaper Prime, happened to be docked as well. The cruiser showed signs of recent battle damage, carbon scoring in spots across the hull, blistered green paint and warped hull plates. A luminous green gas seeped from its hull, slowly bleeding into the cold void from rents in the warship's scarred surface. Its transponder code, when it infrequently transmitted its identification, labelled the ship the Weeping Pustule.At the heart of the facility was a black market managed by several of the more resourceful corsairs that used the former fuel refinery to store stolen merchandise and slaves. Standing a head taller than anyone else, Dantioc Soulscourge marched through the criminal bazaar, the joints of his modified hazard trooper armour hissing as he and two of his trusted GraveScythes headed towards the fighting pits were the mercenary companies tended to spend most of their coin. The Subprime was one of the few front line troops to survive the chemical and radiological hellscape of Obroa-Skai City, returning with his company of diseased brothers to the edge of space after the Reaper Prime had sounded the retreat. Since then he had spent most of his time here, recruiting mercenaries and buying slaves to serve the whims of his leader, the reviled and brilliant Belisarius Vilebroth. Weary cutthroats gave the large troopers in gunmetal grey armour a wide berth, nervously eyeing the heavy blaster cannons slung over their backs and the sinister vibro-scythes carried in their barbed gauntlets. Each one of the trios bald scalps were exposed as they went helmetless, though the lower halves of their faces were concealed by triangular rebreathers connected to ribbed hoses that pumped a steady stream of chemicals into their ruined lungs, venting excess toxins through the grill slits at the apparatuses base near the neck seal.When they reached the cages, Dantioch and his brothers took up a position on the second floor overlooking the pit. In the centre square were two humanoid combatants, stripped to the waist and each wielding a blunted melee weapon, no less deadly for lacking an edge. The Subprime focused jaundice yellow eyes rimed in red ichor on the pair, watching as axe met maul and blood was spilled across the sand. Behind his rebreather, rot blackened teeth bared in sadistic delight. Only twenty of his brothers had made it off of Obroa-Skai aboard the Weeping Pustule, far too few to continue bringing the fight to Mandalore. That's why they were here. Among these dregs of society had to be at least a few worthy of joining the ranks of the GraveScythes. Even if those that fell short could still serve a purpose, gang pressed into service aboard their ships or as fodder to serve in the first wave of their next assault. Some they would purchase with coin. Others... "Him." Growled Dantioch as he extended an armoured finger and indicated a grey skinned Evereni with pitch black eyes, standing victorious in the pit over his foe who he had brained with the bloody maul gripped in his muscular hands. The two GraveScythes on either side of the Subprime nodded and descended to the pits, pushing their way through crowds of gamblers to wrench open the cage door to the pit. The victor looked a lot less enthused as he was dragged off towards where docking arm of their cruiser, a large gauntlet wrapped around the humanoid xenos face. Not everyone was given a choice.There was no central control. Those looking to board the station without conflict would have to risk entering one of the hangars and bribing the gangs that controlled it, or sneak in through one of the aging airlocks scattered across the facility's surface. Though of course, there was always the forced approach... |
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Darth Verenhimo
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Affiliation: Blackguard Reborn/Clan Starkiller
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Post by Darth Verenhimo on Jun 30, 2023 18:55:48 GMT -8
After the fall of the Blackguard Imperium.The Eternal Night an Xyston-Class Star Destroyer and her crew had left The Outer Rim near the planet Roon and ventured into the Unknown regions on the orders of Darth Verenhimo. The Zabrak Sith was displeased with the collapse of the Imperium and the disappearance of his clan brother, Darth Wraak, and so he craved war and blood. Thus he began a long campaign of hunting and destroying outer rim pirates and waging war against those that would try to stop him. Along his journey of war and blood, he lost soldiers and naval personnel, so he conscripted the survivors of those he had waged war with. Among them where a few Demirians, Ssi-ruu, and a few Anarrians. The Dark Lord even acquired a pair of Chiss Naval Officers from the famed Ascendancy, with these new additions to his forces Darth Verenhimo's campaign within the "Chaos" had began to slow as enemies began to dwindle and vanish from his path.
Although his main goal and focus was war, the Dark Lord did learn how the denizens of the Chaos navigated it. So he had adopted the method to an extreme by using the weakest Blood Oath Knights and using them until the brink of death before switching them out with another. During the Chaos Campaign, Darth Verenhimo gained spoils of war which include some pirate treasure hordes, slaves frozen in carbonite so that they could be sold in "lesser space". Some of the slave species included Altiri, O'reenians and a few Ebruchi. The Sith had even captured a Tchuukthai and had it placed within a cage that was fit for a beast, plus even a Mnggal-Mnggal which is contained within the body of a sith trooper and frozen in carbonite as well as store away from the rest of the carbonite frozen slaves.
Near the end of the Chaos Campaign, Darth Verenhimo had new battle armor forged for himself, using some of the materials he had gained from his spoils. He then donned the sleeker armor and scraped the old armor. At some point after the armor was finished The Eternal Night and her crew made their way back through the Chaos and prepared to make a jump to hyperspace and back to lesser space. For it was time to bring war and blood back to the his true enemies, his old master and the Jedi.
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Darth Verenhimo
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Darth Verenhimo on Jul 3, 2023 17:46:58 GMT -8
Two hours before jump into Hyperspace.
Commander Joseph Pierce reluctantly woke up from a somewhat peaceful sleep. Sitting up in his bunk, he let out a small sigh before rotating and standing up out of his bunk. The Commander was still trying to get used to living in his quarters aboard The Eternal Night, he thought that after a few years he would have by now. Pierce dressed himself in his uniform and proceeded to exit his quarters and made his way to the mess hall, along the way lower ranked officers and soldiers saluted him as he walked passed them. The constant saluting was something he never really gotten used even before they departed into the "Chaos", although that was the price one had to pay to be an Officer. Once he entered the mess hall and grabbed his morning chow, he found an empty table and sat down and began to eat, he watched others doing the same and listened to some of the conversations that where happening within the mess hall. He didn't catch every single word that was spoken but it seemed like the general topic was whether they were really returning to "lesser space", Pierce being the Commander of an elite squad knew that within a couple of hours they would being making a jump into hyperspace. The Commander finished his chow and returned his plate and headed to the briefing room where the elite squads would be briefed and debriefed for missions, he wasn't sure why they needed to meet before making their jump but orders were orders and he was a good soldier.
Pierce entered the briefing room and noticed that not only was squad there so were others as well as some of the new "recruits", this was an oddity that Pierce was expecting. The Dark Lord, The Commodore and the new first officer must be making personnel changes with regards to the elite squads, which was a huge problem or even a little problem. This kind of personnel changes happed all the time during the time in which the Imperium was still standing, it was a weird that these changes were happening before the hyperspace jump. Then the door to the room opened and the blue skinned, glowing red eyed first officer entered, Captain Nikitis, a Chiss women. No matter how many times Pierce saw her, he always felt a chill run down his spine. Not that he had a thing against aliens or anything, it was just the way she observed people with her glowing red eyes. Without wasting anymore time The Commander stood up and saluted the Captain and spoke to the entire room.
Officer on deck.
At ease, this won't take long. So as you may have guessed there will be some changes to the squad roosters and some reassignments as well. First things first, Commander Pierce, you're being reassigned from Raptor Squad to a brand new squad that will serve as the personal guard to Darth Verenhimo called Nexu Squad......
Pierce listened as the Captain said what his new assignment was and to say that he was surprise would be an understatement. The announcement had caught so off guard that he didn't hear the rest of the rooster changes and reassignments, he was then brought back to the moment when the Captain told them that a copy of their new orders would sent to their personal datapads.
If you need any additional information on your new assignments, please check your datapads. That's it for any major announcements, Commander Pierce you are to assemble your new squad and get prepped for departure. A need may arise in which Darth Verenhimo will have to depart the ship once we arrive in lesser space.
With that Nikitis was finished with her announcements. She saluted the soldiers in the briefing room and once they had returned the salute she left the room and headed back to the Bridge. She wouldn't want to admit it, but she was still having some trouble navigating The Eternal Night. She was more used to the Chiss designed ships that the Expansionary Defense Fleet used, but she wasn't going to let this simple issue slow her down. Nikitis would do her best to showcase her worth to the entire ship, especially the Dark Lord. When she arrived at the Bridge, Darth Verenhimo and Commodore Zeus were standing next to each. The Commodore was issuing orders to the bridge crew, most likely running through all of the status check one final time before Darth Verenhimo gave the word to enter hyperspace. She did note that the Dark Lord was being unusually silent, it was almost like he was deep in thought or was he distracted by something within "the force". She really couldn't tell the difference, she had ask the Commodore about once and he told her that neither could he.
Her train of thought vanished when the Commodore spoke to the Dark Lord. She walked over to the both of them and looked the Zabrak waiting for him to answer the Commodore. She couldn't help but stare at the zabrak, there was something about his demeaner that she thought was captivating although she maybe the only one that thought that. She watched as he nodded to the Commodore as though he was still in deep thought. Nikitis turned and faced the Commodore and waited for his orders.
Captain, prepare for hyperspace.
Yes Sir.
She answered the Commodore with pride then proceeded to send the orders to the helm and navigation officer from her datapad. She then turned and gave the Commodore an affirmative nod. As both the helm and navigation officers called out with acknowledgements. The Commodore returned her nod with one of his own, then looked at Darth Verenhimo as he started to walk towards the bridge's viewport and stopped once he reached the end of the walkway. She noticed that a few of the bridge crew looked up from their spots at the side of the walkway as the dark lord passed them. She considered asking the Commodore a question but before she could think of one her data pad beeped and drew her attention to it and when she looked up to spot the Commodore she noticed that he was making his way to the Dark Lord. Then the blue swirls of hyperspace appeared through the viewport and the Xyston-Class Star Destroyer entered hyperspace.
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Ra Ha'rangir
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Post by Ra Ha'rangir on Jul 5, 2024 10:48:01 GMT -8
A Kom'rk-class fighter/transport flashed out of hyperspace in orbit over the shadowport known as Terminus. It was here that the Bralor strike force alongside the forces brought by House of D'Ordinii and Ra Ha'rangir hoped to find a lead on the location of Belisarius Vilebroth or XeraxusDown in the troop bay the ready lights turned from red to yellow, causing Ra to stir from his seat. To his right were Rundas Eldar and Svarog Ordo who had accompanied him to Terminus. His brother Set had remained behind on Mand'alor to command the forces there should Von Bralor attack again or the Infinity Gate be found. Behind the trio, there was a mix of Clan Bralor and D'Ordinii forces that made up the rest of this expedition force. Ra pushed up from his seatWe've arrived over Terminus. You've got about thirty minutes to wake up before we land, we're going to need to be alert and ready. We have no idea what we're walking, but we do know our enemies are dangerous and any slip up could end badly for you and everyone else. Let's not lose anyone today!
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jul 14, 2024 17:35:14 GMT -8
==Plague War RP== +Buyantu, Ocker Baptiste, Tianlin+
<<124 ABY; Wild Space, Outbound's Folley, Terminus Base>>
The Mandalorian Empire has an entire infantry company standing by, but for the initial infiltration group, it was decided to send a smaller contingent. Led by Sergeant Tianlin, the small unit also consisted of Master Marine Buyantu and Master Marine Baptiste. Given the nature of this mission, they weren't in their standard combat uniforms, but it was decided that simply being mandalorian wouldn't ruin their possible cover. Tianlin was the smallest of the three, wearing an olive green suit of traditional protector style armor. Her calm, no-nonsense, almost brutal attitude made her surprisingly effective in the field. Buyantu was technically naked, but as a RA-90 model droid, it would be better cover than any sort of clothing, though he did wear a utility belt and carry a duffel bag over one shoulder. Despite the fact the mission was suppose to progress smoothly, the duffel contained a rotary blaster that he was expecting to use at some point or other on this mission. Ocker was the tallest of the three, and wore a suit of dull red neocrusader armor. While the style was ancient, the materials and constructions were modern, somewhat fitting for the part time historian. Since it wasn't clear if the involvement of the Mandalorian Empire was known, none of them wore any clan symbols or iconography that might link them.
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Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Oct 30, 2024 17:48:43 GMT -8
::Three Body Problem - Wild Space - Uninhabited System: Classification Unknown::
From across the reaches of space and time a consciousness - better described as a fragment of being - manifested itself as a tendril of silvery green silk being shot towards a planet in the middle of a delicate dance between two stars. The planet was the only one within this particular system and the two stars that formed an opposing gravitational field were constantly battling for control of the singular world. As the stars neared one another their gravity shifting them closer and closer along the path of their galactic dance the world would pass orbit from one to the other every few hundred years - and for these many long years since they were spun into existence by the weavers of fate this had been so. The dance however was not always peaceful and eventually this lovers quarrel would spell catastrophe for the world caught between these two stars. Every thousand years or so the planet would burn being stripped of life and left barren for centuries, however the world was persistent touched by the weavers with a strong will to survive and so flourished again beyond all understanding with all manner of flora. No conscious being had ever stepped foot upon this world, and so it had no name, no story, no meaning in the grand design of the cosmos, and yet this world persisted throughout time as the third body in a problem no one ever needed to solve.
The consciousness that moved through this tenuously delicate system was driven by a question - a need spun from the desire to control something that by no rights should be controlled and that question had led a fragment of that consciousness - sight - to this world without a name. The world - which had kept to itself for its entire existence - was suddenly no longer alone, and by this foreign presence out of space and time the balance between the three bodies shifted course as the world seemed to shudder along its orbit between these two dancing stars unaware for the time being that the presence of this will being propelled through space and time would change the course of this system irrevocably and forever.
"Who are you?"
The soul of the world - created by a primordially powerful nexus of force energy - had never spoken before - it had never had the need - but there did not come an answer. The world shuddered again unwilling to accept silence, still unaware that its reaction this presence was minutely altering its own orbit. The effects of the shudders would not come for years - centuries perhaps - but what was time but a relativistic misunderstanding of linear perception. The ways of the living force operated outside of time, and the methods employed to propel the sight of this young force user this far into space were anything but conventional.
"Why are you here?"
The soul of the world asked again of the foreign presence but still there came no answer. The silvery green silk that had connected this world to its source sprung backwards and vanished as it drawn towards its source but the shock of the action severed the connection with the fragment of sight and so sight was lost here until it would be retrieved... and who knows how long that would take ...thought the soul of the world now left with a fragment of being that could not hear or speak with it, a rather inhospitable house guest, the soul of the world found itself thinking. Thought was not new but the idea of sharing thought with another was. The soul of this world had only known itself and the two dancing giants that passed it back and forth for the entirety of time, but now, the soul was no longer alone - for all the good that meant.
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