<font color="#77A8C1"><i>Life...</i></font>
<font color="#77A8C1">Pathetic really, when one thought about it. The meager existence of a single life form in a vast and boundless galaxy filled with billions and trillions of living intelligent beings. For a single one of those beings to be anything more than a waste of space was far more likely than the latter. On the contrary, several beings of the galaxy had mastered the art of becoming invincible; far greater than the power of any governing body and far more influential than even the great Emperor Palpatine could dream of becoming. The smartest of them declined the popularity bestowed upon them by there followers. Those smarter disappeared completely to become known as legends, leaving behind a legacy of heroic stories and ancient legacies that would stand the test of time within the confines of great libraries similar to those on Coruscant.
But were they truly smart enough to foresee the tales to be told about there righteous endeavors? Or had they fallen pray to the very symptom that had given them prestige? Had they vanished from the public eye at there own free will, or had they simply had the misfortune of being lost in the sands of time?
Regardless of the cause, the righteous and powerful never remained. Extraordinary civilizations rose and fell with the rise and fall of a single sun only to rebuild themselves into more complex and diverse places. Stories of powerful Emperors and Kings were told and retold until the stories changed and with time died out into a blank and endless void. Time was the answer to every question.
Commander Algar rolled over on the hard texture of his bed and stretched. He breathed in the crisp manufactured air that pumped consistently into the ship through it's ventilation shafts, and as the ship orbited the planet a single ray of sunlight penetrated the transparisteel viewing ports on the starboard side. Fitting, he thought. It almost seemed as though a holographic projection had simulated a sunrise to match the early morning hours.
Or was it night late night?
He shook his head, unable to remember. Or care for that matter. He had far more important business to attend to. He was aboard. The missing jewel of the Tetan Confederacy. The legend. The symbol that the isolationistic Confederacy had come to only whisper about in stories long forgotten. The galaxy had changed vastly since his days as Chancellor, something that would need to be explained in great detail when and if he every awoke.
Algar stood and smoothed the wrinkles from his uniform. He took a deep breath, letting the sting of the manufactured air fill his lungs. The crisp morning, or rather night light from the sun shifted as the ship listed carefully to the portside. The soft hum of the ship's sublight engines grew gradually louder as he took three paces forward. The hiss of the airlocked doors greeted him as he briskly strode out of his personal quarters down a long corridor toward the medical bay.</font>
"How's he doin' today doc?" <font color="#77A8C1">Commander Algar asked casually.</font>
"The molecular structure of his cells has deteriorated. It's amazing he was found alive. The fact that you somehow stumbled upon him in the middle of no where is, by far, an intriguing miracle." <font color="#77A8C1">the soft hum of the medical droid's voice replied.</font>
"We're doing all we can Commander Algar, but it doesn't look like he will survive the night."
"Really ...?"
<font color="#77A8C1">The droid nodded and put a few more notes into his data pad.
Commander Algar nodded his head, turned on one heel, and briskly walked in the opposite direction. Algar disagreed.</font>
<font color="#77A8C1">Pathetic really, when one thought about it. The meager existence of a single life form in a vast and boundless galaxy filled with billions and trillions of living intelligent beings. For a single one of those beings to be anything more than a waste of space was far more likely than the latter. On the contrary, several beings of the galaxy had mastered the art of becoming invincible; far greater than the power of any governing body and far more influential than even the great Emperor Palpatine could dream of becoming. The smartest of them declined the popularity bestowed upon them by there followers. Those smarter disappeared completely to become known as legends, leaving behind a legacy of heroic stories and ancient legacies that would stand the test of time within the confines of great libraries similar to those on Coruscant.
But were they truly smart enough to foresee the tales to be told about there righteous endeavors? Or had they fallen pray to the very symptom that had given them prestige? Had they vanished from the public eye at there own free will, or had they simply had the misfortune of being lost in the sands of time?
Regardless of the cause, the righteous and powerful never remained. Extraordinary civilizations rose and fell with the rise and fall of a single sun only to rebuild themselves into more complex and diverse places. Stories of powerful Emperors and Kings were told and retold until the stories changed and with time died out into a blank and endless void. Time was the answer to every question.
Commander Algar rolled over on the hard texture of his bed and stretched. He breathed in the crisp manufactured air that pumped consistently into the ship through it's ventilation shafts, and as the ship orbited the planet a single ray of sunlight penetrated the transparisteel viewing ports on the starboard side. Fitting, he thought. It almost seemed as though a holographic projection had simulated a sunrise to match the early morning hours.
Or was it night late night?
He shook his head, unable to remember. Or care for that matter. He had far more important business to attend to. He was aboard. The missing jewel of the Tetan Confederacy. The legend. The symbol that the isolationistic Confederacy had come to only whisper about in stories long forgotten. The galaxy had changed vastly since his days as Chancellor, something that would need to be explained in great detail when and if he every awoke.
Algar stood and smoothed the wrinkles from his uniform. He took a deep breath, letting the sting of the manufactured air fill his lungs. The crisp morning, or rather night light from the sun shifted as the ship listed carefully to the portside. The soft hum of the ship's sublight engines grew gradually louder as he took three paces forward. The hiss of the airlocked doors greeted him as he briskly strode out of his personal quarters down a long corridor toward the medical bay.</font>
"How's he doin' today doc?" <font color="#77A8C1">Commander Algar asked casually.</font>
"The molecular structure of his cells has deteriorated. It's amazing he was found alive. The fact that you somehow stumbled upon him in the middle of no where is, by far, an intriguing miracle." <font color="#77A8C1">the soft hum of the medical droid's voice replied.</font>
"We're doing all we can Commander Algar, but it doesn't look like he will survive the night."
"Really ...?"
<font color="#77A8C1">The droid nodded and put a few more notes into his data pad.
Commander Algar nodded his head, turned on one heel, and briskly walked in the opposite direction. Algar disagreed.</font>