The Gulag Virus had changed everything. There had been death everywhere and it didn't seem to matter where you were. Even deep in the unknown regions of space, when they had taken every measure possible; they were decimated. Sandrius Draclau, Master of the Force and Prince of Lao-mon had spent many years studying biogenetic engineering and attempted to find a cure for it. He was certain that the shifting abilities of the Shi'ido were the key to stopping the virus. Surely a species capable of becoming plants and rocks could hold the key to the virus that was decimating every species it touched. Having learned previously how to transfer his life force into a willing host, he had already lived several years in a cloned body that had been designed to further the natural abilities of his species. Now, he created a new host body he was sure would be able to withstand the virus. This body was not just one that had been created by science but had been imbued with the force as well through his father's spells.
There was only one problem. When he transferred his consciousness to the new body, he became trapped. His father's spells had been more than he had expected, separating the mind from the body. It left him waiting for another to reach out and jump-start the connection.Since those that had been working under him in this project were not particularly force sensitive themselves, when they found his previous body dead and his new one unresponsive they assumed incorrectly that he'd died. In a futile effort to slow the virus on his planet, the living began dumping the dead into space. In this case, they dumped their own prince trapped to float in darkness until the end of time.
Or rather.... Until now.
Sandrius had drifted close to a registered hyperlane and had been passing the time passing his mind through the various hulls that passed by. Usually, the brief glimpses he caught of the ships left the passengers with no knowledge of his presence. Today however, the passenger aboard the passing ship was different. It seemed she was a wolf, but he could see the force emanating from her. Reaching out, he slipped into her mind as she slept. It was not something that he had intended but soon he was enveloped in her dreams.
The wolf was there, slipping in and out of his vision, seemingly running from him. Chasing after her he wasn't sure where they were or what they were running through but soon it seemed to be just the wolf her and except it was no longer a wolf. It was now a young woman, the force emanating off of her the same way it had the wolf in the ship. Stepping forward and reaching out a hand he had time to get one word out before their connection faded.