In Umbris Potestas Est
In the south of the galaxy set a planet known as Zahat'n'ira. Hardly known on star charts to begin with, it was unlikely that the Empire formed post-Gulag had ever paid attention to this world, a planet abandoned on the fringes of this world. It was here that the version of Vitor from this universe had landed.
In some form or fashion, his reasons for being here were eerily similar to how they had been decades before in the 'real world.' He had been found by a shuttle - one full of servants of the Empire - and had slaughtered them all in an enraged haze before regaining the consciousness he once held. Taking their ship as his own, he had set a blind hyperspace jump, one that took him to a mysterious world.
Zahat'n'ira had, at some point during the unknown event, been nuked. Large portions of the land remained uninhabited, what few areas filled with green edged with brownish discoloring. It had been here that he had chosen to live the remainder of his days, the shuttle long dismantled and used for parts. He spent his days storing food, hunting whatever little wildlife remained on the planet. Occasionally he would relocate, the shuttle's repulsors proving to be relatively functional as it hauled along a comfortable home on its homebuilt trailer. It was not paradise, but nothing had happened to him in any fashion as of yet.
That would likely change.
In some form or fashion, his reasons for being here were eerily similar to how they had been decades before in the 'real world.' He had been found by a shuttle - one full of servants of the Empire - and had slaughtered them all in an enraged haze before regaining the consciousness he once held. Taking their ship as his own, he had set a blind hyperspace jump, one that took him to a mysterious world.
Zahat'n'ira had, at some point during the unknown event, been nuked. Large portions of the land remained uninhabited, what few areas filled with green edged with brownish discoloring. It had been here that he had chosen to live the remainder of his days, the shuttle long dismantled and used for parts. He spent his days storing food, hunting whatever little wildlife remained on the planet. Occasionally he would relocate, the shuttle's repulsors proving to be relatively functional as it hauled along a comfortable home on its homebuilt trailer. It was not paradise, but nothing had happened to him in any fashion as of yet.
That would likely change.
