Garths Fajarcharp

Garths chest feels like it is about to explode as the thrusters smash past maximum velocity to attempt this fatal landing. The meteor soars past and Garth crashes to the ground, fumbling over himself, bouncing off into space before crashing again into the meteor's surface as it passes by.

He spills backwards, tumbling out and away from the meteor, he grasps with his hand and catches the rocky surface, his claws scraping the rock as he slips, Garth tightens his tail and stiffens its tip, he crashes it down on to the surface and through the skin of the meteor, from here he anchors in, tail attached to the mighty flying beast, claws fixed to its craggy flesh.

“Woooooooohooooooo!!!” Garth screams, “Holy fuck I can’t believe I made it, haha!” he chuckles out loud. Garth pulls up his visor, scans the area around him, enables his Grav-Boots, and withdraws his claws. He stands upright, tail still anchored afoot in the rock to ensure his stability, Grav-Boots have betrayed him before, he doesn’t want to risk that again.

Garth’s visor brings up a small rocky cave a few yards from his position and he decides to make his way there to find shelter. The plan is simple, wait it out on the meteor until he establishes a position closer to something of use.

As Garth steps forward towards the cave he withdraws his tail and crashes it into the rock a few meters ahead to establish stability, the meteor is still flying around and debris is hitting its surface so Garth is right to be wary as he walks.

Just a few steps before the cave's entrance, Garth cracks his tail into the rock and feels a difference. Immediately, as if by magic, white spores burst forth from the rock, coating Garth from head to toe. Thankfully Garth has his suit on and the spores cant infect him.

Data Log: Levevafo – Elder race, one of the founding five. Known to posses powers associated to universal energy, deep wisdom runs through the race, inside each one, powers of the mind such as telekinesis, the ability to see the future, wield the power of time, lifespan unknown, from the Levevafo planet.

That is when it happens, that noise, the noise he will never forget, a heavenly sound, coming from inside the cave, something drawing him in, like a magnet, or a virquip to a flame. Something in the cave, asking him to come forward, ushering him inside, something warm, something strange.

And Garth did exactly that. He couldn’t do anything different. He moved towards the sound, and as he entered the cave and the darkness crept over his visor and the black became his vision, that is when they showed themselves. White, green, glowing edges, pulsing, pure light, they were all these things, and more.

They had what looked like a stem of sorts, and a cap on top, they glowed in the dark and they spoke to Garth. They told him to consume them, and he obeyed.

It was there, inside that cave, on a meteor flying through the infinite universe, alone and hungry and desperate that Garth saw that which he was destined to see.

It was in this cave that Garth understood why he was here, why his ship had ended the way it had, why all the events of the past had led him here and why the pain and suffering and hardship he had conquered had been to prepare him for what was to come.

It was in this cave that Garth saw his death and his entire life and every possible conceivable path and every inevitable door that was to be opened and all the impact his decisions were to make and the idea that would start it all.

It was in this cave that Garth met her, the omnipotent, indescribable, indomitable force that purveys the spaceless space. She didn’t speak, she didn’t have to. Garth knew from her presence alone exactly what to do.

He didn’t know he knew, but something inside him knew nonetheless. Something deep inside him that was awakened that day of darkness. It was this thing that would eventually become Garth, and Garth would eventually become this thing.

The Fajarcharp. A thing of legends. He always knew it was true, he always felt it, on the cold nights in the Trakelinium, he could sense the presence of the almighty path, the true way.

The Fajarcharp. Let it commence.