The shuttle landed with a soft hiss from as it’s landing pads adjusted to accommodate the ships weight and a moment later the ramp lowered to allow the passengers to disembark. Most passengers were Trandoshan though there was a healthy amount of other races as well exiting the ship. Some returning from hunts, others traders that lacked their own ships that were scouting new trade opportunities, many were simply tourists. One passenger however wasn’t here for any pleasantries or returning home for that matter, as his home literally didn’t ‘exist’ in this universe. If people had been observant they would have noticed how this individual’s footfalls seemed to be heavier then they should and that’s taking in account of the heavy set nature of this individual. In fact the only reason people around him looked at him at was to regard him with a note of disgust, as a fat Trandoshan was obviously not warrior material and warriors were held in high regard in this culture.
In all honesty though, he didn’t like this form too well either as normally when he shifted his shape any extra mass would be shifted to the astral. He was in a completely different universe now, thus the astral equivalent of this place wasn’t compatible with his essence. Thus he was forced to cram it all into this body shape, leaving him with the feeling of being ‘squished’, uncomfortable and rather irritable. This irritability translated all too well on his face, which quickly convinced most people not to bother him. The first couple weeks he spent here in this universe he had spent not only studying the carvings of the cave he had initially emerged in, but testing to see what limitations he had now, being he was completely cut off from his home plane. Unfortunately he had discovered that he could no longer use a lot of his powers, especially many of the stronger ones. He couldn’t teleport anymore, which will make travel in this universe time consuming, but he could still manipulate his essence at will, allowing him to change his shape. However shapeshifting was now a more uncomfortable matter, as his current form revealed all too well.
Eventually he hoped he could adept his own essence to be compatible with this ones, perhaps he will even learn their method of manipulating the essence here, which would give him an added edge should any of his rivals actually decide to pursue him here. That will take time however and from the looks of things there may not be a universe to adept to soon if he couldn’t find a way to stop the destruction of the essence, or the Force as the locals called it. Hence his reason for being here: there were remains of an ancient creature here that may have clues as to the reason the essence of this universe was being damaged.
He quickly made his way out of the starport, pausing only log enough to get his bearings and determine the direction he needed to go. For the next hour or so he kept a tireless brisk pace, heading for the edge of the city. Yes he could have taken a taxi, but that meant he wouldn’t have been able to avoid having to pay for he ride like he did with the shuttle. Sure he could have ‘solved’ that problem though a violent means, but right now he’d rather not draw unneeded attention to himself.
The ‘Trandoshan’ didn’t stop once he reached the cities edge, keeping up the pace until he was a good enough distance from any possible onlookers. Only then did he stop and with a sigh of relief relinquish his Trandoshan form and return to his current ‘normal’ form. This was the same form he changed into when he first arrived in this universe: a multi-limbed, black with silver spines and claws, eye-less dragonish shape that was easily twice the size of the form he had just been in. He took a moment to stretch his limbs before taking to the air.
The site he was heading for was a fair distance from the capital of this planet, but there was little in the way of civilization in between. When he finally landed he was before a cave, one that any normal onlooker wouldn’t have given it a second glance. His senses though could detect the history in this place and the faint ‘scent’ of the last remnants of the creature he was looking for. With his wings carefully tucked to his sides, he entered the cave, some small lizard like creatures scurrying away at his presence. He could tell that the small animals had only recently started inhabiting the cave, some powerful force keeping all life from willingly living here for many eons until now.
It was in the deepest part of the cave he found what he sought, or rather what was left of it. A fine bone white power covered a large part of the cave floor and partly covering the bases of two pillars of stone. Thanks to the carvings on the walls of the cave he first arrived in, he knew the history of this creature: the promise a being not unlike gave it, how it died and how it was finally banished from the material realm completely. There were things only it knew though, things he needed to know, but bringing this creature back far enough to communicate with it will tax even his abilities, especially being cut off from his own plane like he was.
The ritual itself could not be done here though. No, it needed to be done in a place were the Force was strong. That itself was risky, as in many such places the Force was heavily damaged and prone to chaotic storms of raw power: he already learned the hard way that such storms were capable of injuring him. He believed he knew of one place that was relatively ‘stable’ and ironically it was near the center of this galaxy, where most of the damage has appeared thus far. At any rate, he needed to gather this bone dust to take it to that place, the bone dust being the conduit he will need to communicate with the creature.
He sat down and brought his two large forearms up and forward, palms up. Chanting in the native language if his kin, he used his powers to lift and separate the bone dust from the normal dust and dirt of the cave. Soon a cloud of this dust surrounded him and was then he brought up his smaller set of arms, putting them into a cup shape. His larger hands mimicked this move and the dust cloud started condensing between and over his outstretched arms. Tighter and tighter the cloud spun, until it was solid ball of bone roughly the size of a basketball and off white in color. This ball was then plucked out of the air with his smaller pair of hands, while his larger pair rested on the ground once more.
“What secrets do you have to tell me?” He asked it. “We shall find out won’t we?”
"Order is so boring!
Long live Chaos!"
Long live Chaos!"
