Rolsk was a prisoner of the Reptile creatures from Miasimia Goria. He would soon be unloaded onto the Planet Derosh, though the location was totally unknown to him. His injuries were more or less healed, nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises. He had been one of seven Sentarii abducted by General Volgin during his sweep of Mutters Spiral. Only by refusing to answer the Generals questions the others had been killed off one by one, leaving only Rolsk. This was extremely traumatic for such a peaceful creature. Groups of Sentarii always have strong family links. Two of his crew were his brothers. Sentarii werent built for fighting, he knew that when the General sent for him he would be collected without even slowing them down. He would ask his questions, Rolsk would refuse to answer and he too would die. All he had to look forward to was death, an end to the fear plaguing his every thought. He resorted to his religion, something he had not done for years now, not more than lip service but his desperation was building by the minute. Shining Ones! Forgive your unfaithful servant! Forgive me and save me from these Heretical monsters! Please forgive me! Unknown to Rolsk, the minds of Sentarii and Harrubtii could be sensed from great distances and, unlike most other occassions there was indeed a Rutan in range. Sensing a Sentarii far from his home and in such a panic could mean only one thing. Somebody was looking for the weapon. The Rutan ship, a blazing, crystalline object changed course, heading toward Derosh, unaware of the large number of combat Krotons and Warriors from Miasimia Goria... But then, Rutan were used to far worse than ten thousands or so Soldiers. It would not be changing course again. But this was not for the safety of the lone Sentarii, it was to find out who else may know of the weapon.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 13:36:58 +0000
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