dr_hobbes

Thexan, one of the twin sons of the Eternal Emperor Valkorion. Perishes at the hands of his enraged brother, his last thought being forgiveness. And yet, life is not over for this kind hearted man. 3600 years later he awakes, to the sound of an invasion, a droid invasion.

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Remnant of an Eternal Empire

No, Im not done with "This Bites" this chapter is just what I've whipped up throughout these past two weeks whenever a short bout of creativity hits me.


Using the coward these people called a leader as a hostage, Thexan maneuvered his way to the throne room. Further proof of the cowards greed is presented when the throne room is cleaner then the entire city. "Pathetic", was the contemptuous thought running through Thexan's mind.


Locking the door behind him Thexan made his way to the throne. It looked just the way he remembered it, pure white with certain accents being gold plated, the floor around it being pitch black with veins of gold slithering around. Valkorion's vanity made Thexan shake his head.


Thexan hesitated, this throne, meant so much sadness to him. His brother, lost himself to his anger in an effort to please the man seated on this throne. His Father, an emotionless man, with no sense of family. He felt queasy just looking at the blasted chair.


But something was compelling him to sit, a feeling, an instinct to sit... to see.


With great trepidation... Thexan sat on the Throne. And eternity was open to him.


The past presented itself to him, his brother's continued path of war. His Fathers death, at Arcann's hands. Arcann's reign as emperor together with his sister. Oh how it hurt Thexan to see her like that, she was always so pure. 


The Empire's fall was laid forth before Thexan. 


As the vision faded, another took its place. Another war, one fought between droids, and identical men, clones. Lead by the Jedi, against a nobleman. 


The vision panned outwards, allowing Thexan to see the mastermind, the chess master. A hooded sith, with a laugh that sent chills down Thexan's spine.


But what scared Thexan the most was seeing Anakin. The older Anakin, burning, screaming, in great pain. To then be enclosed in a prison that took the form of a suit. A raspy breath filled Thexan's very soul.


The vision ended. Thexan, still on the Throne, sweating, gasping for breath. 


"No, not the kid. I swore, he would be free. I Intend To See It Through!"


How It ended