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Chris_Reaper
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The tall figure looked out upon the desolate landscape, nothing but a vast expanse of dirt and debris...the twinkling of far off illumination from the hint of large skyscrapers in the distance. The sky was dark, with plumes of reds and violets scattered throughout the tapestry of black clouds. This was the refugee planet of Erebus. The man looked back, peering under his tattered brown hood at the several campfires that dotted the ruined overhang of a long forgotten bridge. Under this cavernous place, there was a makeshift village made up of tents and populated by vagrants and transients of every every alien species that occupied this sector of the galaxy. Darric Kel'Zavier leaned back on a nearby wall and let out a breath of exasperation. It had taken him every bit of resolve and mental strength he had left to even make it this far. Fifteen long, perilous ayons he had spent running, betrayed by someone he once called brother. He was a hunted fugitive and supposed hated enemy of a "harmonious collective" simply because he was born as part of a species that everyone said deserved obliteration. His heinous crime...being born Human. But to look at Darric these days, one would not right away guess he was as such. His face bore the scars of many semi successful genetic modifications that would hide his true nature. His eyes, were the most troubling and unsettling of his characteristics however. They were a spattered collection of many unnatural hues, the one lone thing his Amorite protectors just couldn't get quite right.
"Hey, you over by the wall..." whisperes a nearby vagrant to Darric.
Darric looks over and sees the beckoning figure sitting by a nearby campfire.
"Yea you, you want some this Krendak? It's a little charred on the outside but a grumbling belly can't complain much now can it?" says the vagrant.
Darric smiles weakly, walks over and sits by the transient "Much obliged" he says as he takes a chunk of the cooked animal meat and eats a few mouthfuls.
It was here that Darric could see that his random benefactor was a Carthan, a close cousin species to Amorites. He saw the tell tale bony ridges above the man's eyebrows and discerned that this Carthan was a young adolescent, because the ridges had not spouted into the spikes of a fully grown and mature adult.
"Good Krendak huh?" asks the Carthan.
"It'll do..." says Darric ingesting another morsel.
"Your Amorite aren't you? You look like you've been through the ringer though. How long you been on Erebus?"
Darric grins "Only about four solar days or so. To tell you the truth I'm only passing through."
"Yea that's the story with most around here. I've been on this dump hole of a planet for more than three ayons, but I will say one thing. It's a hell of a good place to hide and disappear."
Just than a noise catches Darric's attention and he snaps his head up in alert. A few camp fires over he sees something that fills him with dread, the very thing he had committed the last fifteen ayons of his life running from "Oh living hell, Stri'Goi..." he whispers in fear.
The Stri'Goi, a ruthless militaristic organization who were directly subservient to the Dra'Kesh, was made up of many different alien species. Their fearsome looking black studded armor,with red trim was their calling card.
"Oh yea, I wouldn't worry to much about them though. The city usually has regular Stri'Goi patrols to keep some kind of order. There probably just checking Gen-Indents, routine." says the Carthan.
"Not when your part of a hunted, near extinct species..." Darric thought to himself. It was the Stri'Goi who had viciously murdered his adoptive parents for aiding and abetting an enemy creed. The Stri'Goi who had forced him into a life on the run and all for the edict of their Dra'Kesh masters. Now two of them were mere yards away checking Gen-Idents among the vagrants. If they scanned his eyes, he would be revealed to be a Human and would be as good as dead. As the two armored enforcers neared the campfire in which Darric was sitting at, he grew increasingly anxious. If he simply got up and left it would be far to obvious, as his mind raced. The fugitive Human fondled the grip of his concealed plasma rifle, it was clear he might have to fight his way out of this one...
"Hey, you over by the wall..." whisperes a nearby vagrant to Darric.
Darric looks over and sees the beckoning figure sitting by a nearby campfire.
"Yea you, you want some this Krendak? It's a little charred on the outside but a grumbling belly can't complain much now can it?" says the vagrant.
Darric smiles weakly, walks over and sits by the transient "Much obliged" he says as he takes a chunk of the cooked animal meat and eats a few mouthfuls.
It was here that Darric could see that his random benefactor was a Carthan, a close cousin species to Amorites. He saw the tell tale bony ridges above the man's eyebrows and discerned that this Carthan was a young adolescent, because the ridges had not spouted into the spikes of a fully grown and mature adult.
"Good Krendak huh?" asks the Carthan.
"It'll do..." says Darric ingesting another morsel.
"Your Amorite aren't you? You look like you've been through the ringer though. How long you been on Erebus?"
Darric grins "Only about four solar days or so. To tell you the truth I'm only passing through."
"Yea that's the story with most around here. I've been on this dump hole of a planet for more than three ayons, but I will say one thing. It's a hell of a good place to hide and disappear."
Just than a noise catches Darric's attention and he snaps his head up in alert. A few camp fires over he sees something that fills him with dread, the very thing he had committed the last fifteen ayons of his life running from "Oh living hell, Stri'Goi..." he whispers in fear.
The Stri'Goi, a ruthless militaristic organization who were directly subservient to the Dra'Kesh, was made up of many different alien species. Their fearsome looking black studded armor,with red trim was their calling card.
"Oh yea, I wouldn't worry to much about them though. The city usually has regular Stri'Goi patrols to keep some kind of order. There probably just checking Gen-Indents, routine." says the Carthan.
"Not when your part of a hunted, near extinct species..." Darric thought to himself. It was the Stri'Goi who had viciously murdered his adoptive parents for aiding and abetting an enemy creed. The Stri'Goi who had forced him into a life on the run and all for the edict of their Dra'Kesh masters. Now two of them were mere yards away checking Gen-Idents among the vagrants. If they scanned his eyes, he would be revealed to be a Human and would be as good as dead. As the two armored enforcers neared the campfire in which Darric was sitting at, he grew increasingly anxious. If he simply got up and left it would be far to obvious, as his mind raced. The fugitive Human fondled the grip of his concealed plasma rifle, it was clear he might have to fight his way out of this one...
