Thu Oct 25, 2012 8:42 am by Discidius
*There was something about Malachor V that unsettled the most settled and comfortable people. The darkside that pulsated through the lack of atmosphere called space. The still intact bodies that float through space around it's orbit, or perhaps the grave yard of torn apart ships. Maybe it was a combination of the two, but it wouldn't matter, for it was rare anyone would want to come to this place. Out in the far reaches of the galaxy, nothing but a rock with no resources and an extremely high risk of death.*
*Light emanates from the star in which the entire system rotates around, but it is skewed through the debris. Asteroids scattered everywhere, hulls of long dead ships, and bodies. Thousands of bodies of Jedi, Republic Troopers, and Mandalorians. Sealed in time, sealed in the vacuum of space where nothing can touch them to cause them to decay like they would on a normal planet. How many of them died from the immense gravity caused by the Mass Shadow Generator and how many died due to the indirect effects?*
*Somewhere within the hundreds of ships, a light flickers on and off in rapid succession. An insignificant thing in the grand scale of things, most likely unnoticed by even someone who happens to fly straight past. Why would you care for it, you wouldn't be looking for such a thing in a grave for fleets. The most curious would wonder what would still work amongst this old technology. It is what that little flickering insignificance signifies that is important, for close inspection of the will reveal what is left of it does not belong to the same era as those around it.*
*It is on this ship that two eye lids sit open, the eyes within glow eerily reflecting off the glass canopy that covers the body these eyes belong to. Within this pod seems to be a man, a broken man that has been fixed to the best of their abilities. His face is covered with strange implants of metal, power seems to course through them and it seems that without them his entire head would fall apart. His neck seems to have an external neck brace of some sort and his entire body seems encased in a sort of armour. Though the armour itself is opened up to reveal robotic limbs attached to the man.*
*This light that continuously flickers lights up the man's face, and though it doesn't seem alive with it's stillness and disfigured face, the faint glow from the console attached to the pod reveals that he is. The man's stillness seems undisturbed and it would be impossible to know how long it has been sitting there for. Time had long run out for everything on-board this ship, the reserve power levels were beginning to fail. The last remaining light was beginning to flicker, and it was a sign of the end. And with the end comes the final death throes of this very drawn out silent death, the last ditch effort to save itself despite it's inanimate nature.*
*A beacon begins to transmit as the light flickers off for the last time. Power to the ship has died, even reserves have drained. The beacon would not last long now, only a few more transmissions. The pod containing the disfigured man, cracks open as the power begins to drain from it's stores. Air hisses from within and exits into the stale air of the sealed room. Medical equipment lay skewed across the room, floating in the air, and a dead body almost torn in two collides inaudibly with a tank of oxygen. A decayed and rotten hand hits the pod's canopy of the pod with a light thump, and suddenly the unblinking eyes move.*