By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.
STAR WARS
NEMONOUS
PROLOGUE
Glee Anselm was once a peaceful water planet in the Mid Rim of the Galaxy, the surface of which was largely shrouded in swamps and bodies of water. Very few landmasses were dotted around the planet which experienced season changes almost every week.
This, unfortunately, had caused frequent ravaging storms and wild hurricanes. But the climate itself was moderate throughout.
The planet itself was home to two natural species; the Nautolan and the Anselmi.
Both had evolved naturally on the planet, the Nautolans preferred to stay in the depths of the sea whilst the Anselmi inhabited the few landmasses around.
The Anselmi had become a warlike race however, and would fight anyone to control the more land. Gradually, as the Nautolans expanded and stepped foot on land a war had begun between the two species.
Nautolans used their natural abilities and strength to overcome their foes. As a result, the Nautolans were able to inhabit the sea and the land as the Anselmi fought each other and began to rapidly degenerate.
Very few Anselmi remained on the planet, as they became but stray dogs in world that wasn't theirs anymore...But one day, that all changed.
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A baby Nautolan lay in a small cradle, his large beetle black eyes stared curiously around the room. Like every other Nautolan, the child possessed fourteen long sensitive tendrils that could detect the emotional states of physical beings. Also, multiple hearts which beat in a separate rhythm.
A quiet Nautolan lullaby played softly as the child drifted to sleep, Nautolan music is a huge part of their culture and is often played in sustained notes held in irregular patterns with occasional pauses. The pauses were considered the most important part, something that any non-Nautolan wouldn't ever understand.
The child was awakened by a sudden rumbling noise, his tendrils had picked up a sense of panic and fear in the air. Though too young to understand what these emotions were, it distressed him as a loud BANG echoed through the small hut.
There was screaming now, frantic Nautolans were being fired at by an unknown enemy. The baby began to cry as the roof was blown apart, the father of the child picked up the small cradle and ran to safety.
But safety was a long way away.
Upon opening the door, the Nautolan was shot down by five Anselmi. But another figure was emerging through the smoke that covered the once, tranquil land.
The baby looked up in fear as someone in a hooded cloak snatched him up. Though the face was concealed, the baby's tendrils sensed this person was very dark and powerful. Though that dark shrouded anything else, there was a sudden cold feeling that had washed over the air which had taken away any hope for happiness.
"I sense the Force is strong with this one. Yes, a powerful Sith he will become."
The Anselmi stared at one-another, the Force? They had never heard of such a thing. And this Nautolan, he was the enemy, even as just a child.
They raised their weapons, ready to fire.
"What are you doing?" The Sith asked.
"He is the enemy, and must be destroyed! Along with the rest of his race." One of the Anselmi hissed.
"That's not going to happen." The Sith said blankly.
The Anselmi tilted his head and gave the order to fire, but it was too late. A blood red blade of pure energy ignited and deflected the shots. Now, the Sith was on the offensive and flipped into the air slicing off the limbs of the helpless Anselmi who dropped to the floor. Dead.
The Sith walked over to the child, which he had set on the floor before his vicious attack, he lowered his hood to reveal his face. It was a Nautolan, but one unlike any other the child had seen before.
His skin was pale blue as opposed to the wildlife green almost every other Nautolan had. And there were strange tattoos on his face, the mysterious blade he carried was put back into the belt around his torso as he grinned at the frightened child.
Who was he? A saviour? Or something much more sinister...