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The Force Hound fell with a shudder; he stared at the fiery spires of Calister's red sun, tasting his first moment of freedom before oblivion.
«Unworthy.»
The Predor scoured the point of his spear over the corpse. The Strategists at his back were already discussing about the scanty information just reported by the selkath explorer.
In the meantime the Builders' legion was spurring the slaves' hordes through the mountain pass beneath them; the sanguine rays of the dying sun barely enlightened the rugged passage and weren't warm enough for the cold-blooded warriors.
«The primitives will attack within this rotation. We make our stand here.»
The Predor turned himself to the Warlords, ending the discussion.
«What are the responses of the seers?»
Some of the Strategists stepped back, so that an ikalik priestess could come forward.
«The readings from the cruiser Tar'keran show killiks are advancing along all the northern hemisphere. Warlord Got'nal had been overcome in the sixteenth quadrant, Warlady Met'sol is holding the nineteenth, but we calculate an upcoming retreat.»
The Predor sent a slow rattle, tightening his lips.
«What premonitions from the other worlds?»
The priestess flowed a hand over her wrinkled forehead, passing it over the eye-sack, thinking about the various reports. She was slender, but still towering over the group of male Strategists by at least two span.
«Predor Ser'kar reclaimed Ethilin.»
«Then why he didn't..?!»
«Predor Dol'kar!»
The rakata angrily clacked his tongue to the interruption and twirled around, raising his spear and menacingly keeping it to the new messenger's throat until he bowed to show restraint.
«What.»
«Explorers perceived the enemy, o Enlighted One.»
«Of course they have.»
The Predor kicked the courier to his ribs, fleetingly moving his sight to the setting sun and the east valley, finally he addressed the Strategists, spitting every word to them.
«My blood is cold exterminating these filthy primitives, but it boils at the very thought your incompetence could led such unworthy enemy to victory. Before this cycle ends, I'll feel the need to take someone's heart. You'd better assure it is the Rebel's. May this be the day he joins the rest of his species in torment and death, for the glory of the Infinite Empire.»
****************
Arcs of fire still gleamed in the nocturnal sky, crowning the horizon, letting fade the celestial sphere and reflecting themselves to the frost of the dry river.
The killik swarm filled the east valley, as a vibrant and uniform black flood, led by the Rebel through the pass.
The coarsed hordes of slaves making up the large part of the Infinite Empire army were advancing as well, pushed by desperation and rakatan neurowhips. Exemplars from the most different species, coming from every corner of the Galaxy, uplifted, militarized, genetically mutated and surgically rearranged for interplanetary war, were moaning and struggling, hopeless and willbroken.
The rakata's legion had been held back to the mountain pass, supported by the heavy artillery points on the fair sides of the peaks and by the floating platforms of priests and Strategists.
Dol'kar closed the electrobinoculars, addressing the priestess.
«The slaves are about to take contact, the primitives are in range, Kar'rit. Begin the rite.»
The rakata female slightly nodded in agreement, typing the first sequence on the command terminal of their floating platform, establishing a technopathic link with the other priests, all over the legion.
The delicate balance between the complex calculations of the alteration programs and the lucid, focalized rancor of the rakatan priests transfigured itself in few seconds into a metaphysical grip over river and sky.
Kar'rit tighten her eyes, still typing with one hand, while pressing the other to her forehead, holding a breathe when the strength of the flowing water increased to the point of breaking the river's banks.
Silent and emotionless, Dol'kar watched the first wave unnaturally raising towards the killik swarm; Kar'rit was bent and moaning by then, gashing her face with her claws, overcome trying to coordinate the energies of all the priest, but the Predor was just barely annoyed by her wails and utterly absorbed by the battlefield.
«The swarm is changing the attack vector, end it now! »
Frizzling electrical discharges thickened over the billows and a series of lightning struck the wave just before it was crashed upon the enemy lines.
Despite the vanguard of the first slave horde had been swept away as well, the killik's charge was disrupted, at least for the moment. The Predor witnessed with satisfaction hundreds of thousands of the bugs being crushed and fried, while the slaves chased them over the mud; he activated the holographic projector of his terminal and took contact with the two bases on the peaks and their respective Warlords.
«Fire at will, focus on the right flank. Push the rest of the swarm towards the wave.»
«As you wish, Predor Dol'kar.»
A rapid gesture and the link was closed. The red eyes of the rakata eagerly slid across the distant battlefield, lingering on the unending lines of killiks, which seemed to embrace horizon likewise the setting sun; to north he could almost see the battle in the nineteenth sector, but it was impossible to have a clear sight of what was happening there at such a distance.
«Let the water flow. Collateral damage to the hordes is acceptable. Intensify the storm.»
The priestess nodded, breathless, and focused on the keypad, recalculating and readapting the rite. The Predor turned to her, twitching is snout in disgust.
«Now, Kar'rik.»
A twinge to the neck broke her answer to the start, thus limiting herself to another trembling nod. When Dol'kar shifted his attention on the battlefield again, the killiks had already nearly surpassed the electrified wave by sheer strength of numbers and were about to overcome the slaves hordes.
Lightning started to fall from the sky, striking the swarm all over the first lines, altogether with the blue rays of the turbolasers on the mountains, but the slaves were in rout.
Dol'kar hissed, looking for his spear.
«More of it! Increase the radius!»
Kar'rik quivered, leaning on the terminal.
«I..'ll try t...»
«Rrrrrhhh...»
With the ceremonial spear in his claws, the Predor briefly reactivated the holocommunicator on the major frequencies.
«Prepare to charge, activate shields, raise the barriers!»
The rakata slowly ran his hand over the blade, whispering and letting the blood split until the first bolts started to sizzle over its edge.
«Strike down the slaves! Let at least the corpses of those cowards hold back the enemy!»
Leaving the terminal, Dol'kar jumped on his speeder and flew away from the platform, headed to the legion in the mountain pass and the Warlords.
The vanguard was already shooting at the fugitive slaves and Kar'rik and the other priests were still maintaining the lightning storm, but the Predor could clearly see how grave the situation was while hovering down to his troops.
"We killed millions on the first assault, billions are still coming. In this valley, in this world, I don't see land nor rocks, just the cursed bodies of these spineless maggots…"
The speeder followed his nerve impulses, lowering and swerving without binding his hands.
"Where are you, traitor, filthy little rebel? Show your face in this sea of claws and pincers and I swear I'll come to get you, you slave scum."
«To me, sons of Lehon! »
The rakata overflew the ground troops and the Warlords' flight waiting over them, raising his spear to gather them, while the enemies were massing behind him.
«Once again unworthy and barbarians came together so they could be reminded of the one truth holding the Cosmos: that we are the pinnacle of evolution! ...Knowing this truth, may they despair.. and bow before the rightful Masters of the Universe!»
The spear released a bolt, while the rakata under the Predor hissed and cawed their assent.
Dol'kar screeched as well, leaned his arm toward the swarm and, summoning a powerful whirlwind along with the vanguard, led the charge against the killiks.
Upon the enemy forces already, he narrowed his claws, igniting the vortex over the killiks, consequently disrupting their ranks altogether.
The rakata's flight breached through the flames, swooping down on the swarm gone crazy by pain and fear.
At every swing the Predor's spear shot fire and lighting, bringing death and horror upon the killiks. Dol'kar, excited by the smell of lymph and terror of his enemies, sheared his way through their ranks, followed closely by the Warlords, hissing and buzzing, swearing and cursing, cutting and biting.
«Crush them! Crush the unrepentant slaves! Rip them to shreds!»
«Unworthy.»
The Predor scoured the point of his spear over the corpse. The Strategists at his back were already discussing about the scanty information just reported by the selkath explorer.
In the meantime the Builders' legion was spurring the slaves' hordes through the mountain pass beneath them; the sanguine rays of the dying sun barely enlightened the rugged passage and weren't warm enough for the cold-blooded warriors.
«The primitives will attack within this rotation. We make our stand here.»
The Predor turned himself to the Warlords, ending the discussion.
«What are the responses of the seers?»
Some of the Strategists stepped back, so that an ikalik priestess could come forward.
«The readings from the cruiser Tar'keran show killiks are advancing along all the northern hemisphere. Warlord Got'nal had been overcome in the sixteenth quadrant, Warlady Met'sol is holding the nineteenth, but we calculate an upcoming retreat.»
The Predor sent a slow rattle, tightening his lips.
«What premonitions from the other worlds?»
The priestess flowed a hand over her wrinkled forehead, passing it over the eye-sack, thinking about the various reports. She was slender, but still towering over the group of male Strategists by at least two span.
«Predor Ser'kar reclaimed Ethilin.»
«Then why he didn't..?!»
«Predor Dol'kar!»
The rakata angrily clacked his tongue to the interruption and twirled around, raising his spear and menacingly keeping it to the new messenger's throat until he bowed to show restraint.
«What.»
«Explorers perceived the enemy, o Enlighted One.»
«Of course they have.»
The Predor kicked the courier to his ribs, fleetingly moving his sight to the setting sun and the east valley, finally he addressed the Strategists, spitting every word to them.
«My blood is cold exterminating these filthy primitives, but it boils at the very thought your incompetence could led such unworthy enemy to victory. Before this cycle ends, I'll feel the need to take someone's heart. You'd better assure it is the Rebel's. May this be the day he joins the rest of his species in torment and death, for the glory of the Infinite Empire.»
****************
Arcs of fire still gleamed in the nocturnal sky, crowning the horizon, letting fade the celestial sphere and reflecting themselves to the frost of the dry river.
The killik swarm filled the east valley, as a vibrant and uniform black flood, led by the Rebel through the pass.
The coarsed hordes of slaves making up the large part of the Infinite Empire army were advancing as well, pushed by desperation and rakatan neurowhips. Exemplars from the most different species, coming from every corner of the Galaxy, uplifted, militarized, genetically mutated and surgically rearranged for interplanetary war, were moaning and struggling, hopeless and willbroken.
The rakata's legion had been held back to the mountain pass, supported by the heavy artillery points on the fair sides of the peaks and by the floating platforms of priests and Strategists.
Dol'kar closed the electrobinoculars, addressing the priestess.
«The slaves are about to take contact, the primitives are in range, Kar'rit. Begin the rite.»
The rakata female slightly nodded in agreement, typing the first sequence on the command terminal of their floating platform, establishing a technopathic link with the other priests, all over the legion.
The delicate balance between the complex calculations of the alteration programs and the lucid, focalized rancor of the rakatan priests transfigured itself in few seconds into a metaphysical grip over river and sky.
Kar'rit tighten her eyes, still typing with one hand, while pressing the other to her forehead, holding a breathe when the strength of the flowing water increased to the point of breaking the river's banks.
Silent and emotionless, Dol'kar watched the first wave unnaturally raising towards the killik swarm; Kar'rit was bent and moaning by then, gashing her face with her claws, overcome trying to coordinate the energies of all the priest, but the Predor was just barely annoyed by her wails and utterly absorbed by the battlefield.
«The swarm is changing the attack vector, end it now! »
Frizzling electrical discharges thickened over the billows and a series of lightning struck the wave just before it was crashed upon the enemy lines.
Despite the vanguard of the first slave horde had been swept away as well, the killik's charge was disrupted, at least for the moment. The Predor witnessed with satisfaction hundreds of thousands of the bugs being crushed and fried, while the slaves chased them over the mud; he activated the holographic projector of his terminal and took contact with the two bases on the peaks and their respective Warlords.
«Fire at will, focus on the right flank. Push the rest of the swarm towards the wave.»
«As you wish, Predor Dol'kar.»
A rapid gesture and the link was closed. The red eyes of the rakata eagerly slid across the distant battlefield, lingering on the unending lines of killiks, which seemed to embrace horizon likewise the setting sun; to north he could almost see the battle in the nineteenth sector, but it was impossible to have a clear sight of what was happening there at such a distance.
«Let the water flow. Collateral damage to the hordes is acceptable. Intensify the storm.»
The priestess nodded, breathless, and focused on the keypad, recalculating and readapting the rite. The Predor turned to her, twitching is snout in disgust.
«Now, Kar'rik.»
A twinge to the neck broke her answer to the start, thus limiting herself to another trembling nod. When Dol'kar shifted his attention on the battlefield again, the killiks had already nearly surpassed the electrified wave by sheer strength of numbers and were about to overcome the slaves hordes.
Lightning started to fall from the sky, striking the swarm all over the first lines, altogether with the blue rays of the turbolasers on the mountains, but the slaves were in rout.
Dol'kar hissed, looking for his spear.
«More of it! Increase the radius!»
Kar'rik quivered, leaning on the terminal.
«I..'ll try t...»
«Rrrrrhhh...»
With the ceremonial spear in his claws, the Predor briefly reactivated the holocommunicator on the major frequencies.
«Prepare to charge, activate shields, raise the barriers!»
The rakata slowly ran his hand over the blade, whispering and letting the blood split until the first bolts started to sizzle over its edge.
«Strike down the slaves! Let at least the corpses of those cowards hold back the enemy!»
Leaving the terminal, Dol'kar jumped on his speeder and flew away from the platform, headed to the legion in the mountain pass and the Warlords.
The vanguard was already shooting at the fugitive slaves and Kar'rik and the other priests were still maintaining the lightning storm, but the Predor could clearly see how grave the situation was while hovering down to his troops.
"We killed millions on the first assault, billions are still coming. In this valley, in this world, I don't see land nor rocks, just the cursed bodies of these spineless maggots…"
The speeder followed his nerve impulses, lowering and swerving without binding his hands.
"Where are you, traitor, filthy little rebel? Show your face in this sea of claws and pincers and I swear I'll come to get you, you slave scum."
«To me, sons of Lehon! »
The rakata overflew the ground troops and the Warlords' flight waiting over them, raising his spear to gather them, while the enemies were massing behind him.
«Once again unworthy and barbarians came together so they could be reminded of the one truth holding the Cosmos: that we are the pinnacle of evolution! ...Knowing this truth, may they despair.. and bow before the rightful Masters of the Universe!»
The spear released a bolt, while the rakata under the Predor hissed and cawed their assent.
Dol'kar screeched as well, leaned his arm toward the swarm and, summoning a powerful whirlwind along with the vanguard, led the charge against the killiks.
Upon the enemy forces already, he narrowed his claws, igniting the vortex over the killiks, consequently disrupting their ranks altogether.
The rakata's flight breached through the flames, swooping down on the swarm gone crazy by pain and fear.
At every swing the Predor's spear shot fire and lighting, bringing death and horror upon the killiks. Dol'kar, excited by the smell of lymph and terror of his enemies, sheared his way through their ranks, followed closely by the Warlords, hissing and buzzing, swearing and cursing, cutting and biting.
«Crush them! Crush the unrepentant slaves! Rip them to shreds!»
Since the Rakata concept [link] was so appreciated, I decided to write something about him.
If this appears to be appreciated as well, I could happly continue.
Sorry for my english, I will gladly accept any possible correction.
Second Chapter: [link]
Third Chapter:[link]
Seer Kar'rit: [link]
Eternity's End is a series of chapters of a Star Wars-based fiction. As it takes place 25.000 years before the old trilogy, you don't need to have seen the movies or read any book to enjoy this. The story takes place during the height of the Infinite Empire of the Rakata, following the story of villain protagonist Predor Dol'kar, a warlord bent to the preservation of the rakata supremacy.
If this appears to be appreciated as well, I could happly continue.
Sorry for my english, I will gladly accept any possible correction.
Second Chapter: [link]
Third Chapter:[link]
Seer Kar'rit: [link]
Eternity's End is a series of chapters of a Star Wars-based fiction. As it takes place 25.000 years before the old trilogy, you don't need to have seen the movies or read any book to enjoy this. The story takes place during the height of the Infinite Empire of the Rakata, following the story of villain protagonist Predor Dol'kar, a warlord bent to the preservation of the rakata supremacy.
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