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Old 07-15-2002, 12:54 PM   #165
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Katani Chass slowly awoke, shaking the cobwebs from his brain. He'd had another of the nightmares again. In this one, he'd been traveling toward the Crimson Star, weapons primed and feeling great. He was bearing down upon that dreadful Deac Starkiller, ready to kill him, when it jumped to hyperspace and left him alone with that strange alien fleet. They'd launched those terrible warheads, and waited. Then everything had gone white. He'd woken up again.

Twenty years after the Galactic Holocaust, the destruction of 80% of the Galaxy's inhabitants, Katani Chass was a hero. Well, sort of. The Conqueror had lived up to it's bill of being indestructible, surviving the wash of explosions that had wracked the Galaxy. He'd stood alone, amidst destruction untold. He'd battled the Star... many of them. Each explosion had been a battle, one for sanity. When the mind control had gone out, he'd found out that things were far more vivid than he thought them to be. The outside universe didn't compare now that he could truly see... and his thirst for death was no more. And so, when the stars had all exploded, when things had all gone, he'd found himself unplugged. He was in a recovery center on Coruscant, the only untouched major planet. He'd spent the next 19 years recovering, both from the mind control, and from the shock of exploding stars. And so, when he'd finally been given a clean bill of mental health, he'd headed off to the Senate building, to see if he could be given a reparation job.

When he arrived, they told him that there was much he could do, but since he was seen as a hero by the surviving peoples everywhere, they wanted to keep that image. So they'd revealed a secret that very few knew. After the Galactic Holocaust, they hadn't destryoed all weapons like the Conqueror, although some had been. But his, on the other hand, had been mothballed, in case he was able to recover. And he had.

They then informed him of the death sentence imposed upon the Aesir, and how it had never been carried out, as they were too powerful. They needed someone to go and exterminate them, and since he'd been brainwashed before, they trusted him to complete that mission now. He was more than happy to oblige.

So that was how he'd gotten here. He'd taken to falling asleep during hyperspace trips... a habit he wanted to break, but couldn't. Again he'd dreamt, again a habit he wanted to break. But now, he was ready to pull out of hyperspace, and into another system, looking for more Aesir to eliminate. All he'd run into so far had been a few border patrols, nothing major. They had of course, all died.

As he entered the system, he made a quick scan. Nothing particularly exciting just the novatic sun, and dust where a planet used to be. Well, except for what appeared to be a ship within the dust... a shimmering globe just taller than a man. He headed closer to investigate.

"Space is big... really big. I mean, you wouldn't believe how vastly, hugely, incomprehensibly big it is. You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space." The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy
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