(ooc: resetting his role. slightly.)
Corsucant
A black, dragon-like creature laid casually along the edge of a building’s roof top, absently watching the hundreds of vehicles stream across the sky in the multitude of sky lanes before him. He had been laying here for some time, the sun now at it’s peak when it was just cresting the horizon when he first got here. The warmth from it’s rays barely drew his attention however, for he was deep in thought.
Indeed he had been doing a lot of thinking as of late, reevaluating his role in this galaxy, this universe. His brief time in the Jedi Corps disguised as a human had taught him much, one of the lessons was that things were not as it seemed to be. What he had learned reminded him of certain situations in his home universe, situations he had forgotten until now and was now forced to consider a possibility.
Back home the essence of his universe was referred to as The Mother, or Infinity. This entity give life and being to all and set before each mortal a series of tests and lessons to pass. If they failed the test is repeated continuously, over multiple live times if necessary, until success. Once all the tests were passed, that soul ascended to be by The Mother’s side. These ascended ones were free to do as they wished, though many, Demonakos among them, suspected she controlled them in her mysterious ways, for her plans spanned countless eons, far longer then any of the ascended would exist.
Occasionally though, some souls became so corrupted that they became beyond redemption: the result is their permanent removal from existence. Sometimes a world would develop many of these corrupted souls and draw the risk if needing the whole world to be ‘recycled’. The Mother is a merciful entity though, for she gives such world’s one last chance. She sends to these worlds a ‘last messenger’, whose task is to hunt down and eliminate the corrupt souls so that their influence would no longer taint the world, giving that world a chance to fix itself. The irony though was that the messenger was not immortal and if slain the world was doomed for destruction, which mean the last messenger was a final test.
It was remembering that final test that gave Demonakos pause. If the entity of this universe, the Force, was like The Mother of his own universe, then could this decay of the Force be a ‘final test’ of it’s own design? If this was the case, it would be the first time he had seen such a thing on such a scale: The Mother only did this kind of thing on individual planets, never whole galaxies. Could it be that the red marks he sees in the air around him even now was really an ‘absence’ of the Force rather the damage? No, that wouldn’t have explained the raw power that occasionally struck out from those marks. So damage it had to be, though Demonakos found it hard to believe a entity like The Mother would allow such puny things like mortals to damage it. He knew The Mother back home wouldn’t allow such a thing. So why is this happening?
He thought back to the history he had learned and had a thought: what if The Mother of his universe didn’t like having all the Force users running around? It certainly seemed that during the time of the Old Empire things were a lot more stable, after the Jedi purge. So perhaps there’s to many Force users around again and the Force decided to try a different tactic? He rubbed his head with one of this large forepaws: who was he to know the mind of The Mother of all?
So why am ‘I’ here? He thought, gazing down at the mortals below and before him. Why did the Force allow me passage into it’s universe?
A possible answer popped into his head a moment later and he grinned broadly at the possibility. “Am I to be this galaxy’s ‘last messenger’?” He asked outloud. He chuckled, a deep resounding sound that almost caused the roof beneath him to tremble. “We shall find out…shall we?”
Corsucant
A black, dragon-like creature laid casually along the edge of a building’s roof top, absently watching the hundreds of vehicles stream across the sky in the multitude of sky lanes before him. He had been laying here for some time, the sun now at it’s peak when it was just cresting the horizon when he first got here. The warmth from it’s rays barely drew his attention however, for he was deep in thought.
Indeed he had been doing a lot of thinking as of late, reevaluating his role in this galaxy, this universe. His brief time in the Jedi Corps disguised as a human had taught him much, one of the lessons was that things were not as it seemed to be. What he had learned reminded him of certain situations in his home universe, situations he had forgotten until now and was now forced to consider a possibility.
Back home the essence of his universe was referred to as The Mother, or Infinity. This entity give life and being to all and set before each mortal a series of tests and lessons to pass. If they failed the test is repeated continuously, over multiple live times if necessary, until success. Once all the tests were passed, that soul ascended to be by The Mother’s side. These ascended ones were free to do as they wished, though many, Demonakos among them, suspected she controlled them in her mysterious ways, for her plans spanned countless eons, far longer then any of the ascended would exist.
Occasionally though, some souls became so corrupted that they became beyond redemption: the result is their permanent removal from existence. Sometimes a world would develop many of these corrupted souls and draw the risk if needing the whole world to be ‘recycled’. The Mother is a merciful entity though, for she gives such world’s one last chance. She sends to these worlds a ‘last messenger’, whose task is to hunt down and eliminate the corrupt souls so that their influence would no longer taint the world, giving that world a chance to fix itself. The irony though was that the messenger was not immortal and if slain the world was doomed for destruction, which mean the last messenger was a final test.
It was remembering that final test that gave Demonakos pause. If the entity of this universe, the Force, was like The Mother of his own universe, then could this decay of the Force be a ‘final test’ of it’s own design? If this was the case, it would be the first time he had seen such a thing on such a scale: The Mother only did this kind of thing on individual planets, never whole galaxies. Could it be that the red marks he sees in the air around him even now was really an ‘absence’ of the Force rather the damage? No, that wouldn’t have explained the raw power that occasionally struck out from those marks. So damage it had to be, though Demonakos found it hard to believe a entity like The Mother would allow such puny things like mortals to damage it. He knew The Mother back home wouldn’t allow such a thing. So why is this happening?
He thought back to the history he had learned and had a thought: what if The Mother of his universe didn’t like having all the Force users running around? It certainly seemed that during the time of the Old Empire things were a lot more stable, after the Jedi purge. So perhaps there’s to many Force users around again and the Force decided to try a different tactic? He rubbed his head with one of this large forepaws: who was he to know the mind of The Mother of all?
So why am ‘I’ here? He thought, gazing down at the mortals below and before him. Why did the Force allow me passage into it’s universe?
A possible answer popped into his head a moment later and he grinned broadly at the possibility. “Am I to be this galaxy’s ‘last messenger’?” He asked outloud. He chuckled, a deep resounding sound that almost caused the roof beneath him to tremble. “We shall find out…shall we?”