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Evolution Lost	By : Xeo123 Category: +M through R > Parasite Eve Views: 1387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The shooting star that Aya gazed at before heading in during the opera’s overture didn’t disintegrate like any other material that flies into the Earth’s atmosphere. The material wasn’t made of simple rock from a dead planet of any kind but was complex, sleek, and big. The path of this object was veering from different angles instead of a straight flight path; however, this only happened for a short amount of time before an explosion occurred. The object started to veer towards New York City as the front of it began to glow red hot from entering the atmosphere. The object then looked like a fireball that was coming in very fast while the outer surface of the object started to burn away and lose some of its wings. At first the point of impact would have been Mid-Town Manhattan but the loss of its wings shifted its path due to the aerodynamic changes of its hull and body shape. Where it was going to crash wasn’t in a populated area but heading out near a brush area of New Jersey near the Hudson River. The object made an intense glow of red and orange flames as it passed over the river. It lit up the surface of the water as the object was almost a hundred feet above; heading towards dry land. The object then slammed into the land mass of grass and dirt while the mass of the object turn into a shrapnel bomb. It kept moving and stripping its outer surface of metal while shooting debris in any area as it slowed down. It finally came to a stop as the front of it was compressed enough by the ground itself to make it into a solid flat metal surface area. Fire was still burning around the object and anything that came off of it. The damage it caused might bring attention if anyone saw what had happen; however, this object wasn’t devoid of life on the inside…

Darkness, pain, uncertainty, and the coldness from the air are felt with in any part of his body. Feeling his consciousness coming back to him he tries to gain his footing to stand up from the ground. His legs were mashed up but not completely destroyed. He caught his breath and felt the cool air helping his smoke filled lungs becoming refreshed with every breath. As he kept replenishing his lungs with air he tried to recall what had happened in the past moments before he ended up with pain. His ears and eyes felt like they had been blown out of his body by a powerful force. He felt they were taken out of his head or disabled in some way. He moved around to get a sense of where he was and to see if his senses could come back in-sync with him.

“…uuuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh…” he muttered out of his mouth while trying to get all the smoke out of his lungs. His senses were coming back to him but very slowly as his lungs were filtering out the last of the smoke he had before. His mind wonders about his own well being.

“What has happen to me…what happen to everyone around me…am I dead?” he thought to himself as he walked around to feel anything he would have recognized. His body, mind, and spirit were collecting any kind of information that his hands would be able to find while his eyes were still out of focus. His hands brushed around and felt something soft at first but then he touched a metallic object that he knew about. The metallic piece he felt also had a warm slippery feeling towards it that was all too familiar to him including the texture he was feeling on the object. At the moment his mind started to draw a picture in his head of what he was in front of and had a chilling feel down the back of his spine.

“Oh no…it can’t be,” he said in his mind while letting go of the piece of metal. What he was feeling in his hands for that moment was a fallen New Republic officer and the warm slippery liquid he felt was the blood from the body. He put his hand near where he felt the object before and moves across the chest area of the body towards the neck to check for a pulse. Even his hands couldn’t find the artery at the officer’s neck but he could feel nothing from breathing to even a pulse of any kind. His feelings started to get to him as he wanted to know what was going on around him.

“Okay…I have to concentrate. I got to get my other senses back and I’ll do my own method,” he said to himself. His eyes were still blurry to him while his ears haven’t fully recovered; however, he knows a way to heal the damage that is done to him. His mind started to tap into his inner strength as his ears started to make out simple sounds like fire and metal scrapping. He could feel a cool breeze with in his body that was revitalizing any damage done to his ears and legs while his eyes were coming into focus. As his mind felt like his body was fully healed he could clearly see now…and he clearly saw the dead officer he felt before. He nodded left and right slightly while the feeling of loss was felt within him as he kneeled down to see who the body is.

“Cire…” he said in his mind that is full of grief while seeing how Cire was killed off, which was deep lacerations on Cire’s face and a piece of metal sticking out of one of those lacerations that bled him out. His hand went over the dead officer’s eye lids and he closed them for a proper good-bye; although, his body wasn’t the only one he would have to look upon. The man that was witnessing this event saw more bodies of soldiers and to him were brothers to each other. Every soldier, officer, medic, and engineer he was looking at were people he knew and felt their emotions ever since the first day he saw them. All he can feel now is hollowness and searing pain from the bodies of the dead.

“It can’t be. Everyone I knew…dead. What did this? If only I could…” he said to himself while walking around the bits of metal to find any clue and before he finished his thought he found the clue he was looking for.

“…remember.” With that thought his mind started to recall the earliest moment before this event happened to transpire around him. It was a flash vision that gripped his mind and eyes that he couldn’t let go. He saw himself with what looked like the object but from the inside. The interior look had the purest of white metal color with some metallic silver lining around sections of the object’s inner surface. The long cylindrical corridors had retractable doors that had lights of red and blue colors near the frame of the doorway. Some pipes ran along the top part of the corridor that was in white too, to match the rest of the section that he was seeing in his vision. His eyes were also able to see soldiers that he was seeing before but now alive with high spirits. He was reliving a battle of some sort that had his soldiers running into enemies that had similar uniforms that were a copy of the New Republic soldier outfit but only traded the red colors of the top and bottom pieces for black instead. The outfits they had that were the same were metal plated boots, leather gloves, helmets that had a white dome look, and the icon of whose side they were on right on the side of the helmets. He could feel something different about the enemies in the copied black uniforms as if their minds have been set on killing their own forces. His soldiers exchanged fire from the enemy that barely put up a fight and kept moving down the corridors until they came to a double-side doorway. Somehow he felt something beyond the door that gave him quite a deep uneasy feeling that troubled him. The soldiers hacked the panel that controls the door lock and started to move in as they blasted any other enemies that were in black. They were in a room that had control panels, information stations, sensor readings, radar scanners, and a map layout of what looked like a spiral galaxy with a name on the bottom of the holo image saying “Outer Rim”. The image of the galaxy was then shown by another galaxy that had a red line moving from one to the other. While the soldiers were moving about in a very slow and steady pace one of them stopped and screamed in pain. Everyone looked at him has he started to rise above the floor while trying to say anything that could be causing him to feel pain, but it was all for nothing as a bone snap could be heard from the now dead New Republic soldier. His body then moved very rapidly from its original place and slammed into the wall right next to the man envisioning this. Everyone primed up their E-11 blaster rifles and aim towards what looked like a dark shadow off at the other end of the room. A voice then echo from that part the dark shadow and its voice had such an effect on the man’s mind that even the vision blurred out.

“Dearest me…you came a long ways to find you’re lost…brother?” the voice said. The man didn’t express any emotions at the time about what was just said but rather held it in while his vision was still clear. The man in black started to appear in plain sight while passing through the holo image map of the “Outer Rim” galaxy. The man was in pure black clothing of assorted robes with obsidian boots and a chest protector of the same texture. From his sides he has robes with silver lining near the edge of where his arms could be barely seen. Leather gloves with some armor ceremonial markings in sliver too, which may have explained whom or what he was in weird characters on them. A long hood blocked his view, but as the vision went on the man in black took off his hood and showed him. The face of the man in black gives the man seeing this flashback a feeling of emotional hate, painful, and hollowness. The soldiers look at the man’s face and the person they were standing next too. They were looking at mirrored faces. Trying to understand what was happening right now the soldiers just looked at each other…nodded…and open fired on the man in black. His body was absorbing the light around him from his clothing but that all changed when a beam of light came forth from his body. The beam of light started to move in front of any energy discharge the soldiers were shooting out of their own weapons. The light that was moving at any close blaster fire was being moved away from him and even being sent back at the soldiers too. They kept on firing but they were only able to hit the computer panels; however, one stray shot was able to hit the holo image map console control system that made an explosion near the man in black. He felt no pain from that close of an explosion but looked back at the soldier that got off that lucky shot. He moved the beam of light into another incoming energy shot and redirected the shot back to him between his eyes as blood from the impact came on to the man seeing this happening. Over time each soldier was picked off by their own blaster fire while some were left standing with energy in their clips that has stopped firing. Cire being one of the few that stopped shooting at the man in black got the idea of what he is and what can is capable of.

“I know he is your brother…and it was foolish to try to stop him with our weapons,” Cire said while giving a hand signal to stop shooting at the man in black.

“I see that you’re understanding your place in this affair…” the man in black said to Cire and his troops while giving them a sinister look at what he is able to do to them.

“Okay then! Alpha squad…stick to the plan. You knew this was going to happen if we came across his brother so let this be done by them. Get your asses in line and fall in towards the generator,” Cire yelled at this troops while they give him a simple yell of acknowledgement of what to do next. They moved away from the man and the other in black as Cire looked back at him and shuts the door. The man in black starts moving towards him as something started to move in the back of the room. Panels from the walls started to open up to show a view of open space with stars everywhere; however, that all changed as the man in black stopped near him and aimed his pointer finger, that was free from the beam of light, at the main flight control panel to activate a certain function. The man in black looked at him with a look of being pleased.

“So now…my dearest brother. Think you’re in control of your own fate? My…haven’t we grown up with such high hopes,” he said while the beam of light was being pointed at him. He was able to see something else in his vision that would make sense to him later. Another beam of light came into view but this was coming from him. The man in black smiled at him while he started to move close to him within a few feet from his own beam of light.

“…and yet you do not know yourself…such a pity,” he said while the view of space behind him started to change. The stars started to look pulled and lit up everywhere as a sound of something powering up started to be felt within the object’s inner hull. He didn’t care about what was happening behind him, he only cared about the man he was looking at. His beam of light moved and clashed against his “brother’s” with such a flash that it nearly blinded both of them.

“I see your anger has gotten to you…Xeo,” the man in black said while the space behind him had a flash of its own but it was powerful enough to cut off the man’s vision. His mind came back to where he was before and that was looking for a clue to what the object was. It was a starship from the New Republic.

“Xeo…my name,” he said softly out loud now knowing his name once again. Xeo started to see what was happening from that flashback, what the object was and everyone around him. Soldiers from the New Republic and enemies all dead now with some bodies still whole while others were dismembered from the crash impact. The smell of burning flesh and blood being shined away by the fire started to get to Xeo as he took in what his vision showed him. His head then moved down to see a name embedded into the ship’s hull.

“The Light of Hope…” he said silently while his mind is still rushing with the event that happened moments ago. That was the name of the ship he was stationed on. It wasn’t a ship against the New Republic that he and his soldiers tried to take over but instead was taken over by the enemy. Xeo’s mind was still riddled with questions that need to be answered; however, his mind was telling him about something that was personal to him. While the bodies of the dead and the burning wreckage was all around him he was trying to find out what his mind was telling him to look for. He searches through the remains of many of his fallen soldiers that had severed arms, legs, heads, and bodies in half. The emotions going through his mind were hard enough but finding his personal object was just important. He looked around under some metal flat panels of debris until he came across what looked like what his mind was telling him to find.

“You’re not in bad shape and I don’t see anything wrong with the matrix lens fixture,” Xeo remarked to himself while checking out the object he found. He didn’t really need a flash back to know what he was holding, but he just knows only one way to know for sure if it was what he was seeking. The metallic object was black all around with only dark grayish lines where engraving marks for his own unique style, explaining whom he was. There was about half of a black grip handle that was for both of Xeo’s hands to hold it with ease and for the power flow of the beam of light to travel through; however, the grip handle was meant for the use one hand. The top part of the metal cylinder just had a perfect flat surface with only a circular iris that opens with the metallic object was turned on. He points the object’s iris away from him and finds the activator switch. The beam he had in his vision extended from the object to only about 1.5 meters in length; the beam of light had an aura pulsing away from the core of the light source and the color of the aura was Aquamarine. The sound it made had a very familiar hum while the beam of light felt the air being vaporized around it; although, it doesn’t give off that much heat. The beam of light was never hot enough to melt anything in close proximity to his body or the metallic object for that matter. Xeo found what he was looking for.

“It works…at least I’m not unarmed,” Xeo said with a much eased tone knowing that all is not lost. He placed his personal weapon on his belt to holster it while he looks around at all the dead soldiers. He could still feel their pain but he had something else on his mind…the man in black. He called him his brother and he didn’t understand why until his feelings about him were made clear to him; although, he didn’t have time to come up with an answer for why he could. Xeo’s ears were able to pick up some kind of sound from the direction of the waterline. His mind started to warn him about an object coming in this direction. He moves away from the downed ship and goes into the darkness even though the fire from the ship could still make him visible. He had a different outlook than the man in black too but nothing too barbaric in Xeo’s mind. His upper garments had a black tight shirt while on top of it was a layer of black cotton sown long sleeve that was tight around his upper body. Another layer that covered his chest area was a heavy leather vest that was in a shape of a V, which split near his abdomen section and looped over his shoulders while giving his underarm areas free to move about. He had black gloves that were made of leather that didn’t shine and were under the cotton long sleeve’s cuffs. His belt was black and gray with some pockets to hold items in, including a belt hook to holster his weapon. His pants were black too with one pocket on each side and were not baggy to make any kind of noise while moving while his boots were pure black that were made of leather; fortunately, they were only a couple of inches away from his knee caps. The only thing that wasn’t black or gray was his natural dark brown hair and matching eyes.

The sound that Xeo heard before started to get louder as the noise could be felt on his face. The air around him was moving faster and twisted around the downed ship while most of the fire was being put out. The sound’s origin was loud enough that Xeo had to cover one of his ears just to be safe that both of his ears didn’t get damaged again. The noise he was hearing sounded like his personal weapon being ignited but without the buzz humming against the air; however, the air sounded like it was being chopped. Lights started to emanate on the ground and moved in some areas of the wreckage. Xeo looked up to the beams of light to see an object that was making the sounds against his face and making the wind act very unnatural. The object’s sources of light stopped emitting as it came down to the ground and landed. Xeo kept trying to look while the wind was throwing up dust and ash from the destroyed ship into his eyes. He was able to see at least two humans inside while the top part of the object started to slow down. Xeo thought to himself that it was a ship of some sort and very primitive looking because of the propeller being the means of how it flies around. He was able to see colors of white near the cockpit and blue on the rest of it, lights of red and blue flashing near the under belly of the hull, another propeller at the end of the ship, and an icon that means what kind of group they are on this world. Xeo had to take this into account since he wasn’t from this world and had to stay out of site if he couldn’t tell if they were allied with the New Republic or not. One of the humans stepped out of the cockpit and walked over to the wreckage giving Xeo a chance to see what he looked like. The man had all dark navy blue outfit with a hat to match, a belt with some devices and a weapon that Xeo could clearly see, the same icon that match the ship’s own symbol but only made of a solid color of brass and acted like a metal that someone would have to show a rank, and a flashlight that was showing the man any dark places that he can’t see. Xeo looked to see what the symbol means so he would have a clue to what they are but he couldn’t tell. The language wasn’t in the universal galactic text in which he would understand and for that he had to be ever so vigilant about people in those clothing; however, he wondered if where he landed, that the people on this world had ever seen anyone from the Core Worlds. For now he would just have to listen in behind a tree about hundred feet away from the crash site.

“I got to know what kind of language they are speaking,” Xeo said while the noise from the ship was still loud enough to blur his voice out. He thought about how he would try to understand their dialect and only one way to do this. He peeked out of the tree and closed his eyes. He started to feel that cold breeze effect happening within his body and moved it all around his mind and his left hand. He lifts his left hand at the man in all blue and concentrated on his mind. Seconds later he could sense his mind, thoughts, ideas, memories, and his personal language which Xeo wanted to know in the first place. He kept his hand raised until he could feel his mind without the aid of his hand and his feeling of coolness in his mind connected to the person’s mind. He could start to understand what he was saying in English.

“Yo, Bob can I ask you a question about this stuff I’m walking in?” the man said to Bob who was the other man in the ship’s cockpit. Xeo clearly can see that Bob had a different sort of metal on his chest that made him clear as a higher ranked person.

“What is it now Zed. I told you that your questions are starting to get to me. It’s bad enough we have to do this kind of shit on Christmas Eve!” Bob yelled at him while giving up some info for Xeo to hear about.

“Hey I rather be doing something away from Manhattan at this point. I mean I have no idea if this is related,” Bob yells at him. “I mean have you heard anything about the shit happening in Midtown near Carnegie Hall? It’s fucking weird and unreal from what HQ is saying over the radio scanners. All those people and yet no one lived through it. I bet it was terrorists and...” Bob was saying before getting cut off by Zed’s raging ego.

“Just hold your tongue or I’ll pull it out of your god damn head. I swear terrorists are going to be the least of your problems if you don’t start seeing what in God’s name happened in this area!” Zed barked at him while getting out of the object. Xeo overhearing the conversation finally got out of Bob’s mind to start to make sense of what is going on. Xeo could tell the people in the dark blue uniforms were some kind of vanguard group that had technology to communicate with one another. He could also sense that the group had ties to the city on the other side of the river and could tell that they had a responsibility to protect it. Seeing how Xeo was new to this world they would probably find him as a hostile person and could detain him or worst; however, it wouldn’t be that easy for them.

“Manhattan? Midtown…is that were they come from?” Xeo said while looking back into the city skyline. Full of lights and movement of life he was able to feel this pulse of life as much his own heartbeat while the feeling of that cold breeze came around him again but this time it had another effect. The cool feeling started to turn into a rush of warmth which to Xeo felt awful inside his own body as if his own internal temperature was starting to rise up. It made him feel sick at first with emotions that he could feel that were…not as peaceful. He only had one answer to this, the man in black that calls him brother. His mind started to ache again with another piece to his own personal puzzle.

“Dreazin…” he said remembering the name of his brother. It started to make sense to him when he told him that Dreazin was his brother; although, Xeo couldn’t find him among the dead. He could only guess that the feeling he was sensing was him and he had evidence from the two men from the primitive ship said about events happening that were unreal to them. The headache went away while Xeo tried to find the center of what could be Dreazin’s aura but with the city having a large mass of life it was hard to find the source that felt evil to Xeo. He could only guess that he was alive after the crash that happen not too long ago; however, Xeo would have to wait patiently to get to the city while the men nearby could find him running away. He looks back at the men while they were still searching the remains of the downed ship.

“Geez Zed! Looks like your luck with Santa this year’s going to be a lump of coal. The holidays are full of happiness. Not despair. At least we got a chopper instead of driving through the mess of mass transit in our Crown Vic Fords.” Bob pleaded to Zed just to show his feeling for the holidays. Xeo thinks of this “Christmas Eve” to be a celebration among the inhabitants on this world. The chopper that Xeo overheard sounded like a crude name for a ship but then his moral wisdom told him not to think down on underdeveloped civilizations….primitive or not. Zed walks around the downed ship and lets off a high tone whistle from his mouth as a sign of amazement.

“Look at all of this. If only I had a camera to take pictures of this shiny shit. I’ve never seen anything like this…” he walks over to a dead soldier that was not from this world. “I mean look at this guy,” Zed said while he gets near the soldier’s remains and start defiling his body by taking his rank metal away from his uniform. “What is this shit…looks foreign? What does this mean to you Bob…Korea? Japan? Canada?” Bob comes over and shines a flashlight on the metal insignia yet has no idea.

“I don’t even know…” Bob said while trying to answer something he was very ignorant about. “Looks like something new or something that was just made up. I still think its terrorists but just a new group that is probably trying too…” Bob explained while Zed looks at him and just sighs.

“I always end up with rookies. I swear this is a cruel joke on me…” Zed said with a tone of anger because his partner was new to the job. Xeo also felt displease that Zed pick put the metal rank from one of his dead soldiers but he couldn’t walk over and tell them to stop. He had to think of another way to get them away from the crash site and himself. Once again Xeo peek out and raised his hand again, which to link up with Zed’s mind. He could feel his emotions towards Bob as an ignorant being that can never learn in life and had such anger for people that were new to his job. He could also feel his anger eating away at his heart that is making his life span even shorter due to the stress levels he is exhibiting. Xeo could not do anything to help his problems and he had to get moving without them seeing him; although, he had only one trick to get them to go away. The cold feeling Xeo had travel across the open space between him and Zed…between the cockpit’s doors surface outside and inside…and between any organic barriers that held Zed’s sub consciousness. Once Xeo found it he made his trick take action not by violence, but by words alone.

“There is nothing here…This was a false alarm,” Xeo said out loud while Zed stop thinking about his distaste for rookies and had the urge to say something to Bob over the loud speaker of the chopper.

“Bob…There is nothing here…This was a false alarm,” Zed spoke while acting a bit emotionless in his tone of voice. Bob turned around with an expression of being dumbstruck from what Zed said just now.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘false alarm’? You saw it in the sky didn’t you? Our orders are to…” Bob screamed at Zed while Xeo said another line to him sub consciously

“Those orders were just canceled by HQ…we need to head back now Bob. Come,” Zed said once again with the same emotionless tone as he started up the chopper’s rooters. Bob started to get anything that would be used as evidence that suggested that they were at the crash site to begin with if the head of their group wanted an answer. The chopper started to take off while Bob nearly missed his chance to get back into the cockpit while screaming.

“You dumb son of a bitch! Even I wouldn’t leave my partner behind…you have some balls to give me a scare like that! Now I wish we were at Carnegie Hall to help any other officers out instead of this…” Bob screamed at him looking for a fight with Zed but he just ignored him as if it was just the wind blowing. The chopper started to fly away back into the city as Xeo came out of hiding. He looked at the chopper as it flew away knowing his trick didn’t kill anyone nor put anyone else in harm’s way. As he started to walk away from the destroyed ship he looked back and had a moment of silence to say good bye to his fellow troops and Cire. He closed his eyes and had his moment which was then interrupted by another sound. A loud blast came from afar with lights moving on a horizontal plane going from one place to another. Xeo knew the fires from the crash site would take care of the evidence of his soldiers and anything high tech to the people of this civilization. He sprinted up over 50 yards from the newest sound he heard.

“Where ever there are lights…sound is nearby. This has to be one of ‘those’ backwater worlds,” Xeo said in his mind trying to pick up any patterns to this world he is on. So far he hasn’t been able to find out the name of the planet he is on nor the location of where in the galaxy it could be. For every time lights show up loud sound comes after or vice versa, which Xeo is trying to understand; however, this world was more alienated to him than any other world he has been on. He slowly moves near the lights that were moving by and saw more ships that were not like the chopper before. These ships were on the ground and moved at fast speeds. To Xeo they acted like mere transports for the planet’s surface to haul supplies and human beings around, which had neither jump drives nor repulsorlift to make them float off the ground. He could hear the sound before being louder as the transports move along the others. The reason for this was to signal there presence or to let other operators know that they want to move into the pathway of other transporting ships. Xeo took this under notice while he was trying to see where they were going. The nearest group of transport movement was going right which led to the opposite away he wanted to go; however, the other side was heading for Manhattan due to a sign with an arrow pointing towards the direction. He followed the path of the transports heading towards Manhattan with his eyes but notices that going on foot would look difficult to him. The bridge that had the transports going in and out of the city had no means of walking along the pathway plus his robes would give him away as an outsider to the people of Manhattan. He had to think of another way or find something to cover his true identity for the time being.

“Think Xeo! You have been in worst situations before…think…no don’t…feel…concentrate on the moment…” Xeo said to himself while trying to find an answer to this problem. He then looked up to see lamps that were lighting up the ground below, which looked black with markings of white dashes and well made by the humans of this world. Xeo believes that this is the only means for the transports to travel on since he doesn’t see them on neither grass nor dirt. The light glowing from just one lamp could give himself away in which what he was about to do. Xeo thought about solving this problem in two folds. With a strong intake of air he gets the feeling of coolness again into his hand and points it at the lamp. The lamp’s LED positive energy flow started to overheat from what Xeo is doing by reaching out into the internal workings of the lamp. The pins within the lamp then overloaded by the energy it was producing from and exploded like a frag grenade. The pieces of the lamp came down on the transports so fast that only a couple of them were able to stop or move to the side of the road. While no one crashed into each other that Xeo wanted not to happen he was able to see a large transport coming by that had the cover he was looking for. It was high and wide enough for no one to hear him making any movements. The large transport slowed down to get away from any kind of collision while getting away from the lamp’s shards that might go into the windshield of the operator. Xeo then made his move. He controlled that feeling in his hands into his legs and feet while running up the hill towards the mass transit that Bob and Zed said about. He jump with incredible height that any kind of light didn’t show him leaping over the groups of transports; although, he did miss jump the larger transport but he made it up for caching the lamp’s overhead post and swung around it to send himself back into the air. No one notice him while he landed on the target he was aiming for.

“What the hell was that!?” the driver said while looking around to see if anyone threw anything into the lamp. He just assumes it was just that the lamp had power problems and just blew up.

“I swear it either these damn cars or this fucking truck that’s making weird shit happen in my life time,” he said while starting to move again. At that point Xeo’s plan worked for the moment as he driver went on. Xeo kneeled down with one leg up while the other one down and one of his hands holding the truck’s roof for balance. A sign came up saying “George Washington Bridge. Manhattan/Mid-Town exit right” and he didn’t want to take a chance of hopping from one transport to another; however, the driver shouted something that Xeo could pick up.

“…Right boss…deliver these cardboard boxes near the shipping lines at the Henry Hudson Parkway near West 59^th street…of course I know this shipment has to be on time but…I know what the fuck is going on near there because of some weird shit storm happening at Carnegie Hall. All the cops are…Okay okay!” the driver answered back while he slams the radio back on its clip holder. Xeo just kept his balance and his own self from being seen from anyone. He looks out into the city life style and took in all that he is seeing. For once he could feel nothing that the Core Worlds or the New Republic could have been touched by and he thinks to himself how this world would be in trouble if his brother had his way on here.

“If they don’t know what a starship looks like then I guess they have never tried to do any hyperspace travel. I didn’t even sense any kind of starships flying around on this planet nor sense any other beings but humans only. This world must be a low technological civilization. Dreazin must be using his power to his advantage and everyone on this planet is in trouble if I don’t find him. My brother as a lot to answer for,” Xeo said to himself while sensing out any strong energies that would be related to Dreazin’s power. His mind racing through questions that needed to be answered.

“I can’t remember how we even came close to this world or the reason why the ship crash landed. We were the only ship in the area and no one else was around to take us out. Plus my brother was on it and if he was with the enemy it wouldn’t make sense what so ever unless it was an honorable death…” he thought while putting is other hand on his cylindrical metallic weapon, which to him seems as a symbol to his training and what he is in life.

“…But that kind of death wouldn’t be honorable in his book. If he was like…what he used to be like me then. He would be remembered by me as a great brother towards the end of his journey.” His thinking was interrupted by a hot sensation with in his mind like the effect of his cold breeze feeling that was his power but the opposite of what he considers to be…evil. He could understand that this feeling he is getting felt like Dreazin as the truck kept moving down the Henry Hudson Parkway. Xeo got his senses back for the moment as he fended off the hot feeling he was feeling in his head.

“…And I will save him. I have to for he is my brother. We were brothers of the light. We were…” Xeo paused for a moment to try to hold in what Dreazin was to him and what Xeo was himself; however, his life and duty of what he is had made it clear to stop evil of any kind…even his own blood.

“…Jedi…and the path you went down is something I can’t leave undone. The Force will guide me to you. Our fate. Our resolution…Dreazin.”
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