The Reaper of Won Shasot
"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night."
-Dylan Thomas
The Dawn lay slumbering on the dull grey metal of Bay 66 on Endor. The fact that there was no roof, not to mention walls, was a little bizarre by way of architecture. More than likely there was some sort of energy field that kicked in if it began to rain. Even still, Dax stood upon the platform, the breeze bringing the heavy earthen smell of the thick forests floating up into his nose. He awaited the arrival of his two closest friends. Dax wasn't sure what they're business was. But it had been a long time since he'd seen either one. And it would be a longer time still before he saw them next.Things had changed in the past several year. No longer the naive Padawan. Now a Master, despite his youth. It felt an undeserved title. What was worse was that he'd failed. The one thing he'd swore to control he'd let loose. And on more than one occasion. And perhaps the one time he should've uncaged the monster which lay in the dark he hadn't. A nearly fatal mistake. There was a long road ahead of him.
[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Kimiko"]