Outside of Time, Erased From History
No More Running Now...
For a long time, I've been running; ever since the last time that Time itself threatened to be ripped apart by the needless strife of warring races. And that was a long time ago. Then, I found a sanctuary, a place outside of Time. But even there, history and past battles threatened to catch up with me. So here I am, still running. From what, you may ask? From the only thing that could ever threaten me, one of the most feared races in the Velox Galexis region of space, at the height of their power; the original inhabitants of the lost planet, Slaythor.
But that was before...before it all started...
I've tracked the entire race, presumably the last of their kind, to a small ex mining planet, Aether IX, a former moon of the planet Rhydair VII, which disappeared from history, leaving its moon to circle the dying sun of which it formally orbited. No more running now, no more hiding; I must accomplish this never-ending task that has been bestowed upon me and help my enemy. Tonight, my people forgive and forget. Tonight, I confront my demons. Tonight, I find the Slaythrons...and I'm not the only one who's watching them...
Somewhere, out there, another pair of eyes also watches...
Please R and R!