Return of the Lord

[Aeron]

**POSTING ON BEHAVE OF LORD NEPHLIUM}}


In the aftermath of what happened the stars exploded destroying a whole galaxy from core wards out. In the blackness floats a man, he draws breath but cannot breathe. He lives in space alone with the thoughts inside of his head. He alone witnessed the demise of a galaxy and lives to tell the tale. A small ship nears the body in space. Clad in a dark armour his body seems to be protected from the coldness of space.
Aboard the scavenger ship Rex Salvage-021C the captain looks at the live sign on his sensors. He runs his finger tip across his lips looking out into space in deep thought. The captain is a short thin man with a long face. He has a horizontal scar across his forehead. His pilot next to him is an Ithorian. The pilot looks at his captain in curiousity but using extreme caution in this situation. Not sure of who or what is in front of them. “I wonder who this is? Sensors indicate this is a life form and is humanoid. Lock on the tractor beams and bring it into the cargo bay.”

The Captain gets to his feet and looks at his blaster holstered at his side. He smiles as he leaves the cockpit to the cargo bay. The salvage ship is small but part of a commercial fleet of ships that salvage. Standing at the door stands another man holding a blaster rilfe. He is clad in storm troopers armor but the helmet is gone. “I’m ready Captain Dye.” The Captain draws his side arm as he hits the button to open the door. Laying in the middle of the floor lies a being they have not seen before.
“Captain, who or what?” The Captain shrugs as he gets within a few steps. “Your guess is as good as mine,” Just then Lord Nephlium gasps and his lungs are filled with oxygen. This action causes the men to jump back.
“Who? Are you people?” Lord Nephlium speaks out his voice low and drained.

“You speak basic? How did you survive out in space?” Captain Dye speaks with a stronger bold voice.
Lord Nephlium picks himself up off the floor he staggers a bit but the blaster rifle is still trained on him. Everything seems a bit blurry as he looks around the room and then to the man who is speaking to him.

“You’re the one running the ship?”
“Yes I am Captain Dye and this is Seargent Nova.”

Lord Nephlium closes his eyes and feels several odd sensations he can feel the fear of these two men plus several more aboard the ship. He has no idea why or how he can feel these things.

“Pleased to meet you Captain. I am…” He tries to reach for his name in the back of his mind but cannot summon the name.
“ I cannot seem to remember my name. Or how I got here.”
“It would appear that your body was adrift in space. Your armor is not equipped for being in the coldness of space.”

Nephlium touches his face and removes the metallic mask that covers his face. For the first time the Captain see’s that he looks like a normal man. He is not something else as he had feared.
“Perhaps you will find some answers when we reach home base. We are in route now but we found your life sign and deceided to check it out. I am sure that fleet command would know, they have to.”

Neph shrughs. “We can only hope so.”

[Darth Nephlium]

Lord Nephlium is escorted to a small barracks. There is a man sleeping on the far side of the room. Captain Dye looks at Neph.

You look tired why don't you get some rest, once we get to Coruscant there should be someone that can explain what has happened.

Neph sighs and runs his hand across his forehead as he sits on one of the cots. Captain Dye leaves and Neph just looks around the room. Everything is strange to him. He feels like he should know what is going on but only becomes more frustrated when he has no clue. He lays down staring up at the ceiling and closes his eyes. As soon as his eyes are closed he feels a tremor. The ship begins to shake and an alarm siren rings out thru the ship. Neph snaps up and looks around. He is covered in sweat his eyes red. He breathes heavily. His eyes return to his normal blue color.

In the cockpit the pilot calls for a mayday to anyone in the sector that the Salvage ship is going down and there are no moons near by and the engines must be cut off to preserve life support. Now the ship lays dead in space awaiting rescue.

[Darth Nephlium]

The door to the barracks slides open and a crewman walks in taking Neph by surprise he looks over quickly at the man who has run in and the crewman is thrown violently against the wall. He is knocked out cold and Neph springs to his feet and walks over to the fallen man.

"Wooo how did I?"

Captain Dye comes around the cornor after hearing a loud noise to investigate. He looks at Neph and he shrugs.

"Captain I have no idea what happened. He came in and then he flew against the wall"

The Captain looks at his fallen crewman and scratches his head. He has an idea of how this may have happened but the ship didn't make a shift. Not one that would have thrown a man against the wall and knock him out cold.

"So what's going on Captain? Is the ship....ok?"

"No it's not at all my strange traveler not at all. Our engines have failed. We put a distress signal out but right now we are dead in space."

Neph wants to say that he dreamed about this happening but figures it best not to say anything about it at all.

[Darth Nephlium]

With the ship adrift and heading off into no where this couldn't be any worse of a situation. Neph awakes and finds his way to the engine rooms. The majority of the crew at this time seems to be asleep. But there is one working toiling over the hyperdrive unit. He hits it a couple of times with a hydrospanner.

Sir that's no way to fix it.

The man turns around startled before he is frozen in time. Neph looks at him curiously not sure exactly how this happened. He examines the hyperdrive and begins to work on it like he knows exactly what is wrong with it and exactly how to go about repairing the problem. He dusts himself off after an hour or two and the engines turn back on. Neph leaves the room and the man moves again not sure what just happened but shakes it off as being off world for far too long. Neph explores the ship on his own.