I apologize to anyone who may have actually been reading this and wanted to continue reading this. I have been unable to work on this due to being in a high school production of "Guys and Dolls" which basically had run my life for the past few months. I hope to continue this story at a fairly steady pace from now on. Again, anyone who cares, thank you for your patience.

-Sol0mon Grundy


Deep in space, far into the vast reaches of the Unknown Region, a medium-sized starship floated past a dull, grey and white planet. Inside, a solitary Mon Calamari sat staring at the command console. It was a time of great indecision for the young sentient, a time when the most insignificant change could destroy the remnants of his life. Glancing down at the seat beside him, he was instantly reminded of his loss.

Confusion reigned in the galaxy and several members of his profession had chosen to go into exile. Attempting to distract himself, the Calamarian brought the charts he'd purchased from a small time smuggler up on the screen. The planet he orbited, though it was hardly large enough to be considered one, was dubbed Calyx by the few smugglers that had been this far from the Republic. A desolate, ice-covered world, it was the perfect place for the Mon Cal to get lost on.

While most ships were incapable of maneuvering through the many asteroids orbiting the planet, the Mon was unafraid. Having been an impressive mechanic, even by Mon Cal standards, he had built his ship himself. It had a pair of folded wings around a round cockpit with four low-profile laser cannons, two ion and two with standard laser fire. Aside from the cockpit there was seating for six passengers, three storage bays, two sleeping compartments, and a cargo hold, along with various other rooms. Though careful to avoid being arrogant, the young Mon Cal was quite proud of his ship and had named it The Corvus Corvidae.

As he banked around a particularly large asteroid, a small, disabled transport ship suddenly came into view. After his initial shock at seeing another ship this far from the planet, the Calamarian remembered the smuggler's warning of pirates and hailed them on the comm.

"Unidentified transport ship, this is Velos Merai of The Corvus Corvidae. State your intent and status."

After several minutes, when there was no reply, Velos again sent the transmission with the same results. After receiving no response both times, the Mon Cal began a thermal scan, with no life forms being detected. Already intent on settling on the planet below, Velos realized this may just give him something to do in his exile. Strapping himself in, the young pilot began the long and tiresome search for a desirable landing site.


After several hours of searching, Velos managed to find a small clearing near the foot of a large, snow covered mountain. To his immediate right was a large canyon going deep into the planets surface. To his left, a steep mountain range covered with ice and boulders. Straight ahead, a frozen wasteland covered in snow and extending as far as the eye can see.

Grabbing his normal equipment from one of the storage bays, a Bryar pistol, three sonic grenades, some extra ammo clips, winter clothes, and various other weapons, Velos left the safety of his ship to inspect the harsh environment of his new home for other signs of life. From his vantage point atop a large rock, all he could see for miles around was swirling mass of snow. About to give up hope, the young Mon Cal barely noticed a faint plume of smoke rising up from over the horizon. Taking this to be a sign of possible life, he unloaded his speeder from the ship and set off towards it.

Reaching his max speed of 650 kilometers per hour, hardly anything could be seen of the Calamarian through the swirling snow. As the features of his environment blended into one, Velos felt a vague tingle in the back of his mind. Slowing down to a crawl to better take in his surroundings, the Mon Cal again felt the tingle at the edge of his awareness, banking left just as a large wooden spear landed where he had been moments before. Stopping his speeder bike while simultaneously drawing his blaster, Velos began searching for his new opponent, who had yet to reveal himself.

Hearing a faint beeping noise, the Mon Cal turned around just in time to witness the spear explode a mere few meters away from him. Firing a random shot as his body flew through the air, Velos struck the ground with a considerable amount of force, fracturing several bones and ribs. As his vision faded, he was dimly aware of several dark humanoids surrounding him before he lost consciousness.


He awoke in a dimly lit room, heavy with the stench of rot and decay. Feeling a sense of weightlessness, the Mon Cal struggled to open his eyes. Upon opening them, he found himself in a makeshift kolto tank, crudely put together with spare parts. Looking around the small room, he saw several powered down protocol droids, along with an assortment of scrap parts mixed in with skeletal remains.

The one thing that drew his attention, however, was the prone figure of a young, human female. In the current lighting, he could not tell if she was dead or merely resting. His response came when, as if sensing he was awake, the woman sat up and stared at him. When he made it clear he wanted to get out, she got up and set to work on freeing him. As she began unplugging various wires, she started speaking to him though he could hear nothing through the thick glass and waters of the kolto tank. As if suddenly realizing this, the woman punched in a quick command on the console and the waters began to drain.

As she finished unplugging the equipment, Velos attempted to climb out of the tank only to tumble to the ground. As she rushed over to help him up, he took in as much of the woman's appearance as he could. She was roughly 1.6 meters tall with a slender, athletic build. Her light brown hair came down in a braid stopping midway down her back and she wore a plain set of clothing that was hardly fit for the weather of the planet. What was perhaps the most striking about her however, were her eyes. A deep amethyst color, like Hurikane gems in the sunset. As the last of the dizziness subsided, he became vaguely aware that she was still speaking to him.

"I said, are you alright?" she asked, frustration evident in her tone.

"A little bit out of it, I'm sorry. My species aren't accustomed to kolto." he replied, curious as to how he had gotten there.

"Well then I guess I'll have to forgive you. So, what brings you to our lovely world of Calyx?" she questioned, with a slight hint of mockery.

"Just looking for a place to get away from of everything. Speaking of which, how did I get here? Last thing I remember was being attacked by some… things."

"You've been slipping in and out consciousness for the past few days. You're lucky; I had been tracking the group that ambushed you for quite some time. I only caught up with them because they stopped to catch you. I was able to rescue you and bring you back here." she answered, settling into a more comfortable position in a battered armchair while motioning for him to do the same.

"Well then I guess I owe you my life, thanks." was his response as he took the offered seat. Now that his eyes had grown accustomed to the light, he took a more detailed glance around the room, keep one of his large eyes trained on his host at all times. There were several small chairs scattered throughout the room along with a small cot, a medium-sized generator, a landspeeder, and a small workbench. As he looked more carefully at the room, he realized that he was in a small cave, rather than room as he had thought.

"Don't thank me yet. I need your help to recover something. Those natives, Venator I call them, stole something of mine. And I want it back. The only problem is it's being kept in their main fortress high up in the mountains. I can't do this alone, will you help me?" she asked, looking at him across the small fire in the center of the cave.

"I will. As I said, I owe you my life. Whether I pay you now or later is of little consequence. Though I must ask another favor of you. Once we have retrieved this stolen… whatever it is they have, will you help me get back to my ship?"

"Once we have gotten it back, yes, I will help you find your ship." she replied.

"Great! Now, to whom am I speaking?" he asked, one eye staring at her while the other eye was focused on the fire in front of him.

"You may call me Kae Aevum."