The Kai Legacy - A Comprehensive Essay[Please Note: All dates listed are extremely approximated and exist only to give a generalized timeframe of events. Please interpret liberally.]The Kai Legacy - A Comprehensive Essay by TheFicDoctor
(4,800 BBY) J'ran Kai
Approximately 1,000 standard years prior to the retaking of the Sith holy world of Korriban, the True Sith Empire began to stir anxiously within the unknown regions of the galaxy. Desiring vengeance upon the Jedi Order who had pushed them beyond the fringes of galactic society and into exile, the Sith Emperor contemplated the creation of a Force-sensitive individual to act as a living weapon against the Jedi—an example of the collective might of the Sith and their glorious Empire. Unlike his Children, Voice and various other vessels through which he manifest himself, he surmised that an independent mind with the capacity for creativity would be ideal for bringing the Jedi to their knees. Selecting individuals from across multiple species representing their most potent Force-sensitive bloodlines, he set about creatin
Chapter X - BlissA new morning heralded for the young, bi-tailed kitsune as he rose from his bed to greet the day—having beaten the sun in rising as the dawn had yet to break. Despite having not slept, he was nevertheless filled with a boundless energy. His entire night had been spent peering through the darkness, gazing upon the face of his floral beauty in the bed next to him, filling him with overwhelming zeal. It was this energy that spurred him to begin his morning early, pushing him out of bed and down the stairs into the kitchen. Empowered by the events of the previous night, life's possibilities seemed infinite to the young fox and he desired to accomplish them all, as soon as he had eaten breakfast.Chapter X - Bliss by TheFicDoctor
Rummaging through his cabinets, the fox removed several pans along with a small bowl. This morning's dish of choice was french toast, another local favorite Cosmo had yet to sample. Anxious to have her near he almost considered waking her, but thought better of it. Instead he decided to allow
Obsession -- A Sonic X Short StoryShe came by my apartment today, just like she did every day. Ever since the split she's been trying to pull me back—pull me away from my work. It doesn't end well. It never does. Each time our conversations end in a shouting match, and each time she says the same thing. "That part of your life is over," She tells me, "you need to focus on what's right here in front of you!"Obsession -- A Sonic X Short Story by TheFicDoctor
"But I'm so close, Hellen! I can feel it! If I can only get back there—"
"No! Stop!" She would raise her voice, adjusting her chair so as to face slightly away from me, "I don't want to hear it! You're letting this obsession destroy you—destroy our family! Think of your son!"
My son—I hate it when she brings him into this. My son understands. I have friends there. People who love me and care about me. If she really cared she wouldn't try and keep me from them!
"He knows I'm busy!" I argue, standing and pacing the room, "He understands! Why can't you?"
"Because he DOESN'T understand, Chris!" S
Chapter IX: Cold CompassionGelid eyes scanned the surrounding forest as a bulky mechanical figure lumbered through the dense underbrush, crushing foliage under its mighty feet and leaving indentations in the soil that supported his titanic weight. Rotating its torso in a three-hundred and sixty degree arc, the robot attempted to gather more of his surroundings than its stationary-set optical sensors would ordinarily allow. Coming to a halt, the artificial construct sifted through its memory banks, much of which were incomplete and had become fragmented. Since its awakening, as he so described it, the E-Series unit calling itself Omega had become lost in its own existence. In the process of gaining consciousness, his creator had implemented one final failsafe should such an event occur. While the droid did indeed recall the events of its activation and subsequent establishment as a conscious intelligence, all recollection of its creator's location--his bases, his safe houses, even his general whereabouts, had beeChapter IX: Cold Compassion by TheFicDoctor
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