Soviet Trasa
25-11-2005, 07:25
Labored breathing through a strange metal mask that covers the lower area of the face up to the nose...
Soft yet violent coughing...
Armoured black Cortosis boots hitting the deck as they hit the durasteel deckplates...
Twin blue irises peering out through the upper part of the mask through small slits in the face towards a hologram...
Black cloak shielding everything else on his head and body from veiw...
Black leather gloves covering his 4 fingered 1 thumbed hands...
Distorted voice echoing off the walls, like twin voices speaking at the same time...
This composed the man known as Narja Starchaser, the last member of his family line, known to his people as the 'Black Lord', Emperor of the Trasian Empire...
He was on a moonbase over the planet Trasia Prime...his homeworld...the place where the Trasians feld to when they left Earth and their wars behind...
Now the planet was one gigantic city, relying on other worlds to grow it's food...raise their animals...mining...
Narja was currently inside his throneroom, a black place where shadows seemed to thrive, there was a holographic projector in the center of the room with a ring of controls around the projector itself, a black throne that could revolve around towards the giant veiwport behind it that showed the planet below, a turbolift across the room that led deep into the base...nothing else...
Narja was currently bent over at the controls to the holoprojector, manipulating the controls until the hologram of the planet dissipated and showed the entire Empire, 12 starsystems, each with their own purpose, the Trasian Empire was in a isolated area of the galaxy, near the rim of the galaxy, away from what most would call...civilization.
But...they where highly advanced, they survived and flourished, now a grand empire...Narja was one of many in the line of rulers, the line was started by Trekked Starchaser , known amoungst the Trasian Security Department (TSD) as the 'Black Hawk' of Trasia...he lead their people to this place thousands of years ago, hid their artifacts on Earth from unfriendly hands...buried their Temple of Time under the mountians of Former Soviet Trasa...wiped their history on that miserable planet clean...
Narja smirked underneath his mask and zoomed in on a planet two planets away, near the sun, it was a volcanic planet where they mined raw materials like Durasteel II and the rare mineral Cortosis which are partially resistiant to the Jedi Lightsaber...that planet...changed the way he lived forever, he had been on a routine inspection when there was an accident, one of the main processing facilities exploded due to being overworked while he was still inside, the metal destroyed or heavily damaged his skin and lungs, not even their advanced medicine could heal his lungs or skin, they restored 90% of his lungs that where damaged, however he would forever have difficulties breathing and would cough regularly due to the remaining damage...
His skin was another matter entirely, they healed the most dangerous area's where the explosion had seared his skin, however it was heavily scarred, they could not heal the skin around his face, for the damage was too great, he adopted to wear the mask to conceal his injuries to the face, for underneath was a monster...the skin was blackened and charred, muscles could be seen and even bone near the jaw was visable...yet he somhow survived...
His eyes where undamaged which he was thankful for, his ears where untouched also...
Narja coughed slightly and turned away from the image of the planet which was called Annorith, the volcanic planet, and walked back to the throne, he gracefully sat down and turned the seat around to stare out the window...his eyes peering through the mask and observing the ships that went by the window, he put his arms on the armrests, on the right armrest was a Communications terminal, while on the left was a Lightsaber, his personal weapon, he like most Trasians where Force-Sensative, yet they tended to either follow the middle path, the 'Grey Jedi' path, or their darker nature...the Dark Side...it was very rare for a Trasian to choose the full 'Light Path' of the Jedi, Narja was one of the neutral 'Grey Jedi', his lightsaber Crystal came from the Volcanic planet, it was very well refined, his lightsaber was a simple metal hilt with a activation switch that had to be held down for it to remain active, the colour of the crystal was a deep crimson, like the blood within a human's veins...Trasian blood was a lighter shade of red...
Narja tiredly shut his eyes and took a deep breath which degenerated into a violent cough, he bent over slightly and put his right hand to his chest, clutching at the robes in pain, it soon passed and he leaned back into the chair again, he started to laugh softly, it was a amused laugh, as if one had just told a private joke...
It echoed throughout the chamber and underneath his mask he smirked a scarred smirk, he pressed the switch on the communit and spoke to his Elite Guards who where stationed at the enterance to the Turbolift deep in the base, he ordered them to stop anyone from entering his chambers, turning around in his chair-throne he looked up after releasing the button and looked at two Royal Elite Guards, their black Stormtrooper armour glistened in the soft planetlight comming from the window behind him, their E-11 Blaster Rifles where slung over their shoulders, holding instead in their hands large Force-Pikes which would inflict a large amount of pain on whoever is hit by them, they where standing on either side of the Enterance to the Turbolift.
"Guards...leave me."
They bowed lowly and entered the Turbolift, taking it down to the base to help guard there.
Narja shut his eyes underneath his faceplate and relaxed, he soon drifted off to sleep, wondering if his life could get even worse...
Soft yet violent coughing...
Armoured black Cortosis boots hitting the deck as they hit the durasteel deckplates...
Twin blue irises peering out through the upper part of the mask through small slits in the face towards a hologram...
Black cloak shielding everything else on his head and body from veiw...
Black leather gloves covering his 4 fingered 1 thumbed hands...
Distorted voice echoing off the walls, like twin voices speaking at the same time...
This composed the man known as Narja Starchaser, the last member of his family line, known to his people as the 'Black Lord', Emperor of the Trasian Empire...
He was on a moonbase over the planet Trasia Prime...his homeworld...the place where the Trasians feld to when they left Earth and their wars behind...
Now the planet was one gigantic city, relying on other worlds to grow it's food...raise their animals...mining...
Narja was currently inside his throneroom, a black place where shadows seemed to thrive, there was a holographic projector in the center of the room with a ring of controls around the projector itself, a black throne that could revolve around towards the giant veiwport behind it that showed the planet below, a turbolift across the room that led deep into the base...nothing else...
Narja was currently bent over at the controls to the holoprojector, manipulating the controls until the hologram of the planet dissipated and showed the entire Empire, 12 starsystems, each with their own purpose, the Trasian Empire was in a isolated area of the galaxy, near the rim of the galaxy, away from what most would call...civilization.
But...they where highly advanced, they survived and flourished, now a grand empire...Narja was one of many in the line of rulers, the line was started by Trekked Starchaser , known amoungst the Trasian Security Department (TSD) as the 'Black Hawk' of Trasia...he lead their people to this place thousands of years ago, hid their artifacts on Earth from unfriendly hands...buried their Temple of Time under the mountians of Former Soviet Trasa...wiped their history on that miserable planet clean...
Narja smirked underneath his mask and zoomed in on a planet two planets away, near the sun, it was a volcanic planet where they mined raw materials like Durasteel II and the rare mineral Cortosis which are partially resistiant to the Jedi Lightsaber...that planet...changed the way he lived forever, he had been on a routine inspection when there was an accident, one of the main processing facilities exploded due to being overworked while he was still inside, the metal destroyed or heavily damaged his skin and lungs, not even their advanced medicine could heal his lungs or skin, they restored 90% of his lungs that where damaged, however he would forever have difficulties breathing and would cough regularly due to the remaining damage...
His skin was another matter entirely, they healed the most dangerous area's where the explosion had seared his skin, however it was heavily scarred, they could not heal the skin around his face, for the damage was too great, he adopted to wear the mask to conceal his injuries to the face, for underneath was a monster...the skin was blackened and charred, muscles could be seen and even bone near the jaw was visable...yet he somhow survived...
His eyes where undamaged which he was thankful for, his ears where untouched also...
Narja coughed slightly and turned away from the image of the planet which was called Annorith, the volcanic planet, and walked back to the throne, he gracefully sat down and turned the seat around to stare out the window...his eyes peering through the mask and observing the ships that went by the window, he put his arms on the armrests, on the right armrest was a Communications terminal, while on the left was a Lightsaber, his personal weapon, he like most Trasians where Force-Sensative, yet they tended to either follow the middle path, the 'Grey Jedi' path, or their darker nature...the Dark Side...it was very rare for a Trasian to choose the full 'Light Path' of the Jedi, Narja was one of the neutral 'Grey Jedi', his lightsaber Crystal came from the Volcanic planet, it was very well refined, his lightsaber was a simple metal hilt with a activation switch that had to be held down for it to remain active, the colour of the crystal was a deep crimson, like the blood within a human's veins...Trasian blood was a lighter shade of red...
Narja tiredly shut his eyes and took a deep breath which degenerated into a violent cough, he bent over slightly and put his right hand to his chest, clutching at the robes in pain, it soon passed and he leaned back into the chair again, he started to laugh softly, it was a amused laugh, as if one had just told a private joke...
It echoed throughout the chamber and underneath his mask he smirked a scarred smirk, he pressed the switch on the communit and spoke to his Elite Guards who where stationed at the enterance to the Turbolift deep in the base, he ordered them to stop anyone from entering his chambers, turning around in his chair-throne he looked up after releasing the button and looked at two Royal Elite Guards, their black Stormtrooper armour glistened in the soft planetlight comming from the window behind him, their E-11 Blaster Rifles where slung over their shoulders, holding instead in their hands large Force-Pikes which would inflict a large amount of pain on whoever is hit by them, they where standing on either side of the Enterance to the Turbolift.
"Guards...leave me."
They bowed lowly and entered the Turbolift, taking it down to the base to help guard there.
Narja shut his eyes underneath his faceplate and relaxed, he soon drifted off to sleep, wondering if his life could get even worse...