TK-1313 "Lotus"
Relentless

LOCATION: Bakura
If my day couldn't get any worse, it did quickly. As I was passing by the planet of Bakura, my starfighter's mechanical systems, along with the electronical systems, began to slowly shut down one-by-one. So much for my furlough, I thought. I began making all the proper moves to set down on the planet below. With my navigational computer down, I was forced to land abruptly, only later would I discover it was the continent, Kishh'daar.
I sat in the cockpit for several passing minutes, staring out the ship's viewscreen at the sprawling valley ahead, with patches of forest dotting about, and a monstrous mountain off in the horizon. Sighing heavily, I exited the starfighter in hopes of finding civilization; the desire to spend my life on Bakura held no appeal. I began walking through the plains, occasionally removing my helmet to pull a few sips from the passing creeks and small rivers. It was near dusk when I stumbled upon a village, a rather big one but not city sized.
Entering the village, I was quickly greeted by several humanoid species, who referred to themselves as Kurtzen, and was filled with tales I found both disturbing and almost unbelievable. The elder of this colony spoke about how his people and those in other settlements were experiencing something he could only describe as unholy body snatchers. I forced myself not to laugh. But when his face became stern, I started to think there was substance to his ghost stories.
I am no Inquisitor or any agent that works to unravel situations that have been thrusted upon me, I'm a special ops soldier; I fight, I kill. But seeing the growing concerns on his face, I felt compelled to give him my word that I would help, in exchange for his in return. We had sealed a deal with an awkward handshake. I began asking around the village before venturing out to the others what they knew, and one defining response evolved around two of the same people, in physical appearances but different personalities. I was confused by this revelation.
And, through the responses, some of the double-looking individuals were being replaced in favor of those that looked like family and friends but were unrecognizable in temperaments; their original loved ones never seen again. And just like that, my day gotten even worse.

OUTFIT: Standardized Armor | GEAR: Blaster Rifle / Blaster Pistol / Med Kit / Thermal Grenades | TAGS: Open