Thunder echoed off the debris as the first drops of rainfall touched the dust of a ten-year drought, the first sign of life for a long-forgotten, nearly deserted planet. Then came the eerie silence of winds that refused to blow and rain that fell, muffled, upon the thirsty ground.
He awoke, groggily shaking off the heavy stones from his back and wiping the grit from his eye. He rose slowly to one knee, testing his weight; his muscles proved atrophied but capable as he successfully stood once more. Looking to the horizon, he saw the first rays of sunlight falling impotently upon an endless gray plain pocked with charred and cracked rock strewn haphazardly about. He surmised that the debris might have been the result of an explosion or battle, and his own role one of heroism, villainy, or perhaps even total irrelevance...
If he could remember where (or even when) he was.
He shrugged, as he had each time he emerged from one of the hundreds of bacta tanks or workshops, part of a short ritual he used as a brief respite from the knowledge that every original part had been replaced multiple times by now, and yet he - whatever he was - still remained alive.
"Tthe past is better left forgotten," he whispered to himself as he always did, and set off toward the sunlight.
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But OOC, I remember. And I have the rulesets and records to pass on if anyone wants them, for the internet never forgets.
- Dulog
Once of the mighty IGE
