In a dusty slave market on a desert world on the galactic rim,a new slaver was showcasing his "fighting stock." The crowd was bored.
Then,a single figure walked into the center of the arena. He wore a simple cloak, his face in shadow. The slaver ordered his champion, a hulking Krogg, to remove the nuisance.
The cloaked figure didn't move.As the Krogg charged, he simply raised a hand. A gentle, blue-silver light emanated from him. The Krogg stopped, confused, then lowered his weapon, a forgotten memory of a free childhood on green hills bringing tears to its eyes.
The slaver roared in anger,raising an electrified whip.
The figure threw back his hood,revealing face etched with silvery scars and eyes that held the calm of a galactic dawn.
"The silence,"Skodar Vakhas said, his voice carrying to every cage, to every hopeless heart, "ends here."
And somewhere deep in the complex,a dormant crystal, long thought to be a useless geological oddity, began to glow.
The Awakening had come to another world.