The planet was rather ordinary in its composition. There were deserts.. there were snowly plains... there were forests, jungles, mountains...
All the things that humans would find suitable for colonization.
In fact, they did find the planet suitable.
A long time ago...
The Present...
The Western Desert Plains spanned the horizon as the long figure followed a certain path.
A single Je'Har marched with grim determination.
The wind was dry.
The Past...
The figure slowly moved across the desert landscape, the perimeter of his travels being ever wider. He bent down to feel the sand for what seemed like the hundreth time, searching for something.
If one looked hard enough, they might usually find that the sand was the only thing there.
There were not many things to choose from.....mainly just memories....
The sun was bright this morning, he thought with a little black humor.
His hand opened and the sand went drifting in the wind.
Nothing...
The Present...
The Je'Har had finally come to the edge of the desert. Even in his hardened condition, the trek had taken alot out of him.
The soft sand was growing firm.
A cliff came into view..
The Past...
The day drove on as the ground became increasingly more firm. The sand had turned into rocks and the rocks had given way to small plant life. He came to the edge of a cliff and out of curiosity, removed a rock with his worn boot so that it fell the distance. It smashed against ground, breaking...
The Present...
The elements had pushed the Je'Har as far as they could. The momentary loss of sanity when his senses recognized a water source was understandable.
His alien tongue quickly whispered thanks to a deity as he acted to quench his thirst.
The Past...
The figure had reached the bottom of his climb and noted that the face of the dirt was changing. He kneeled down and picked some up. It felt softer to the touch, his eyes closed in concentration.
"Water.." he whispered through parching lips.
The Present...
The Je'Har came to a particular spot where he enjoyed the cool touch of the wetness from the stream glide across his skin.
And as he was refreshing himself, his eyes glanced down and noted an old instrument.
It had been left out in the elements for a long time. The Je'Har had no idea what it was exactly but he knew what it represented.
His nose went to the air and his senses became wary.
"human." his gutteral murmer burst out to no one in particular.
The Past...
The ground had given way to a small stream in which he bathed, shaved and washed his outer garments. He opened the pack he carried and out came a loosefitting dark and light blue jumpsuit.
The water he had built an earlier home close to had eventually dried forcing him to travel the dessert once again. Over the months he had salvaged several items from the abandoned Fitzgerald building and knew that the planet was occupied. At night he would hear the hum of engines as lights moved in the distant atmosphere.
Who was here now?
He looked at his surroundings and noted that the water disappeared into a growing forest in one direction. His garments dry, he grabbed his gear and started down towards the forest.
Capricia
"The Outer Rim??" came a voice. "That is pretty far from us."
"I need to go back." another voice, seemingly tired, responded with quiet conviction.
The person sighed in response.
"Very well. As Herridian Wye's reports indicated, we must find as much of... of.. the artifacts."
The man with white hair looked over the man who seemed tired. "Pren, raise the Tribune. Have them make ready for extended travel."
The man with short cropped white hair, dressed in the light blue and dark blue colors of his "Clan" eyed the other closely.
"What do you think we will find?"
The tired man managed a grim smile as old memories began to surface.
"My beginning.."
The soldier turned as communications with the vessel known as the Tribune responded to his call.
"Klain.." the tired man whispered and then shook his head.
All the things that humans would find suitable for colonization.
In fact, they did find the planet suitable.
A long time ago...
The Present...
The Western Desert Plains spanned the horizon as the long figure followed a certain path.
A single Je'Har marched with grim determination.
The wind was dry.
The Past...
The figure slowly moved across the desert landscape, the perimeter of his travels being ever wider. He bent down to feel the sand for what seemed like the hundreth time, searching for something.
If one looked hard enough, they might usually find that the sand was the only thing there.
There were not many things to choose from.....mainly just memories....
The sun was bright this morning, he thought with a little black humor.
His hand opened and the sand went drifting in the wind.
Nothing...
The Present...
The Je'Har had finally come to the edge of the desert. Even in his hardened condition, the trek had taken alot out of him.
The soft sand was growing firm.
A cliff came into view..
The Past...
The day drove on as the ground became increasingly more firm. The sand had turned into rocks and the rocks had given way to small plant life. He came to the edge of a cliff and out of curiosity, removed a rock with his worn boot so that it fell the distance. It smashed against ground, breaking...
The Present...
The elements had pushed the Je'Har as far as they could. The momentary loss of sanity when his senses recognized a water source was understandable.
His alien tongue quickly whispered thanks to a deity as he acted to quench his thirst.
The Past...
The figure had reached the bottom of his climb and noted that the face of the dirt was changing. He kneeled down and picked some up. It felt softer to the touch, his eyes closed in concentration.
"Water.." he whispered through parching lips.
The Present...
The Je'Har came to a particular spot where he enjoyed the cool touch of the wetness from the stream glide across his skin.
And as he was refreshing himself, his eyes glanced down and noted an old instrument.
It had been left out in the elements for a long time. The Je'Har had no idea what it was exactly but he knew what it represented.
His nose went to the air and his senses became wary.
"human." his gutteral murmer burst out to no one in particular.
The Past...
The ground had given way to a small stream in which he bathed, shaved and washed his outer garments. He opened the pack he carried and out came a loosefitting dark and light blue jumpsuit.
The water he had built an earlier home close to had eventually dried forcing him to travel the dessert once again. Over the months he had salvaged several items from the abandoned Fitzgerald building and knew that the planet was occupied. At night he would hear the hum of engines as lights moved in the distant atmosphere.
Who was here now?
He looked at his surroundings and noted that the water disappeared into a growing forest in one direction. His garments dry, he grabbed his gear and started down towards the forest.
Capricia
"The Outer Rim??" came a voice. "That is pretty far from us."
"I need to go back." another voice, seemingly tired, responded with quiet conviction.
The person sighed in response.
"Very well. As Herridian Wye's reports indicated, we must find as much of... of.. the artifacts."
The man with white hair looked over the man who seemed tired. "Pren, raise the Tribune. Have them make ready for extended travel."
The man with short cropped white hair, dressed in the light blue and dark blue colors of his "Clan" eyed the other closely.
"What do you think we will find?"
The tired man managed a grim smile as old memories began to surface.
"My beginning.."
The soldier turned as communications with the vessel known as the Tribune responded to his call.
"Klain.." the tired man whispered and then shook his head.