The World Eater
Since Tython there had been silence, weeks passed and nothing came from the Unknown Regions. No raiding party, no hostile pack of barbarians or the evil machinations of the Sith. The Dark Lord of the Sith had died in the clash between dark and light. Still one couldn’t deny an eerie presence had stalked the edges of space, somewhere lurking around the exterior of GA space was a lone Resurgent class Star Destroyer. The destroyer barely twenty years old had drifted through the empty void of stars like a predator stalking through the grasslands.
In a matter of days across on the edge of Maw space, several worlds started to leave distress signals on outposts, villages, even small cities on where there was nothing but lifeless husks. With much of the galaxy so focused on the Maw’s brutal onslaught onto the Core Worlds not much could be done. What soon followed was spacer rumors, rumors of an old Star Destroyer that floats through space, that if one got close to its hull one could feel deathly ill as if it was a ship possessed. Wherever the Star Destroyer went death and disappearance soon started to follow with it.
For the world of Fresia, near the Maw’s blitz would be today’s ghostly haunt. The Resurgent floating above the planet, within the bridge there was nothing but a dark and corrupting aura. Bridge officers made up of slaves had looked pale, as if being afflicted by dark side corruption they’re gray dull eyes focused tightly on the holo screens used to keep the destroyer moving.
The door to the bridge opened, what emerged had seemed more phantom like than a hulking brute. Still his heavy steps did not betray the mass of rage and hunger. His body restored, albeit in a new way. His thoughts consumed with the desire for power, and the need to feed. He had emerged shortly after taking a trip down to the world, below a fire blazed around a forest, a small village in shambles, deserted and yet the distress signal activated. Kyrel walked towards the window to gaze out into the black void. His mind a mess full of rage and confusion, even with his hunger slowly satisfied for the time being, he still wanted more.
The Resurgent didn’t move this time, as if this time Kyrel didn’t seek to move to the next world. His insatiable hunger sated for now, it was as if he was waiting to see what would come of the calls for help he left as an eerie calling card. He watched the empty darkness, and for a moment pondered who would come? His gaze didn’t move, the dark shadow stood ever still as the ship hung around Fresia’s orbit its power deactivated to only appear as a ghost ship to scanners. He wanted to see if the flies would come to the spider.
Valery Noble
In a matter of days across on the edge of Maw space, several worlds started to leave distress signals on outposts, villages, even small cities on where there was nothing but lifeless husks. With much of the galaxy so focused on the Maw’s brutal onslaught onto the Core Worlds not much could be done. What soon followed was spacer rumors, rumors of an old Star Destroyer that floats through space, that if one got close to its hull one could feel deathly ill as if it was a ship possessed. Wherever the Star Destroyer went death and disappearance soon started to follow with it.
For the world of Fresia, near the Maw’s blitz would be today’s ghostly haunt. The Resurgent floating above the planet, within the bridge there was nothing but a dark and corrupting aura. Bridge officers made up of slaves had looked pale, as if being afflicted by dark side corruption they’re gray dull eyes focused tightly on the holo screens used to keep the destroyer moving.
The door to the bridge opened, what emerged had seemed more phantom like than a hulking brute. Still his heavy steps did not betray the mass of rage and hunger. His body restored, albeit in a new way. His thoughts consumed with the desire for power, and the need to feed. He had emerged shortly after taking a trip down to the world, below a fire blazed around a forest, a small village in shambles, deserted and yet the distress signal activated. Kyrel walked towards the window to gaze out into the black void. His mind a mess full of rage and confusion, even with his hunger slowly satisfied for the time being, he still wanted more.
The Resurgent didn’t move this time, as if this time Kyrel didn’t seek to move to the next world. His insatiable hunger sated for now, it was as if he was waiting to see what would come of the calls for help he left as an eerie calling card. He watched the empty darkness, and for a moment pondered who would come? His gaze didn’t move, the dark shadow stood ever still as the ship hung around Fresia’s orbit its power deactivated to only appear as a ghost ship to scanners. He wanted to see if the flies would come to the spider.
Valery Noble
