Looking up from a sea on a planet, one can see a sky of stars so far in the dark, black canvas, but not the way they can be seen when in between them. In space, in a starship, the stars are still so far, but suddenly so close.
They surround the vessel, the hull, the windows, that black fog and those white dots, glittering as flakes of gold. Treasure, it was promised to someone once, a long time ago, on a planet all but forgotten about by others.
Obah Diah, that is where a Pyke is from. That is where the heart of his family beats. House Laaster, it is his, they are his, that Pyke’s, but he is caught in the web of stars so high in the sky. His homeworld is out of his reach, beyond the viewport, into the void, but a Pyke ever remembers his very legacy.
Family, it means everything. Heritage and ancestors, paragons of bygone eons and eras. The Laasters, they were never rulers, began as bankers, became Pykes unafraid to fight. A Pyke was no Hutt. He could sit behind a desk then get up and get his hands dirty on the front lines no matter the enemy.
Cul, son of Kar, sees those moments as he gazes into space. No helmet, his royal violet eyes are all but black in the dark; night-king purple. There is violence behind them, controlled, like a snake before it breaks its poise and strikes with poison.
Toward an asteroid, his vessel is approaching. A light freighter, the Old Cry, from whose cockpit gazes a Pyke. The location dead ahead matches his coordinates. The Velusia system was his destination; that’s where his leads had taken him.
An asteroid drifts along…a lonely rock…lost…time and space like a snake…like a Pyke…
Engines burn, his ship turns, swerving in between smaller rocks at the flanks.
No wings, the freighter glides in a line as the asteroid reorients itself into view for violet eyes that shine true.
And who are you, O boastful mountain?
To stand in the way of a beating heart?
My bones are water against your rock.
Within your crevices erupts a fountain.
There you are…
A roar in his heart.
A Pyke can be stoic.
In the silence, he opens.
No need to hide expressions.
The Pyke breathes in deeply.
Out again, steering his ship.
All the while, lips are spreading.
Baring teeth, the Pyke is smiling.
He had lost contact but prowled the vicinity.
Fangs, sharp as a shark are this Pyke’s teeth.
Finally… You were lost…but I have found you.
Old Cry is quiet in the night while it moves.
Her captain and pilot brings the freighter closer.
The asteroid is oblivious to this one other guest.
Beneath the freighter is another ship, the frigate.
Black as the sky, no markings, but has an owner.
At least, it did, and a Pyke is here to find out if it no longer does.
In the Core Worlds, in the Velusia system, Cul Laaster has come.
After searching deep he has found his quarry, intel proving true.
In an asteroid belt, beyond Velusia, Sixmoon and Sevenmoon.
The Black Kite is nestled upon the rock, as silent as dead air.
Above it, a Pyke looms in his ship, shining light, yellow glare.
A frigate so shy, hiding in a cave, but little wonder as to why.
Those cannon hits. Took a toll but an intact hull. Thinks a Pyke.
He recognizes this ship as he takes his own ship in beside it.
The Black Kite is a mercenary ship quite like the Lonely Cub.
Cul left that corvette and the Lonely Cubs with Tysjor Maspat.
Cul’s alone on this one. Hands on controls and his ship lands.
Grey helmet, golden plate, over a green head and big purple eyes.
Masking his face, letting him breathe, the helm has a violet visor.
Suited up to brave the expanse, his world suddenly grows darker.
All right, Black Kite, it's time for this Pyke to find out why you died.
They surround the vessel, the hull, the windows, that black fog and those white dots, glittering as flakes of gold. Treasure, it was promised to someone once, a long time ago, on a planet all but forgotten about by others.
Obah Diah, that is where a Pyke is from. That is where the heart of his family beats. House Laaster, it is his, they are his, that Pyke’s, but he is caught in the web of stars so high in the sky. His homeworld is out of his reach, beyond the viewport, into the void, but a Pyke ever remembers his very legacy.
Family, it means everything. Heritage and ancestors, paragons of bygone eons and eras. The Laasters, they were never rulers, began as bankers, became Pykes unafraid to fight. A Pyke was no Hutt. He could sit behind a desk then get up and get his hands dirty on the front lines no matter the enemy.
Cul, son of Kar, sees those moments as he gazes into space. No helmet, his royal violet eyes are all but black in the dark; night-king purple. There is violence behind them, controlled, like a snake before it breaks its poise and strikes with poison.
Toward an asteroid, his vessel is approaching. A light freighter, the Old Cry, from whose cockpit gazes a Pyke. The location dead ahead matches his coordinates. The Velusia system was his destination; that’s where his leads had taken him.
An asteroid drifts along…a lonely rock…lost…time and space like a snake…like a Pyke…
Engines burn, his ship turns, swerving in between smaller rocks at the flanks.
No wings, the freighter glides in a line as the asteroid reorients itself into view for violet eyes that shine true.
And who are you, O boastful mountain?
To stand in the way of a beating heart?
My bones are water against your rock.
Within your crevices erupts a fountain.
There you are…
A roar in his heart.
A Pyke can be stoic.
In the silence, he opens.
No need to hide expressions.
The Pyke breathes in deeply.
Out again, steering his ship.
All the while, lips are spreading.
Baring teeth, the Pyke is smiling.
He had lost contact but prowled the vicinity.
Fangs, sharp as a shark are this Pyke’s teeth.
Finally… You were lost…but I have found you.
Old Cry is quiet in the night while it moves.
Her captain and pilot brings the freighter closer.
The asteroid is oblivious to this one other guest.
Beneath the freighter is another ship, the frigate.
Black as the sky, no markings, but has an owner.
At least, it did, and a Pyke is here to find out if it no longer does.
In the Core Worlds, in the Velusia system, Cul Laaster has come.
After searching deep he has found his quarry, intel proving true.
In an asteroid belt, beyond Velusia, Sixmoon and Sevenmoon.
The Black Kite is nestled upon the rock, as silent as dead air.
Above it, a Pyke looms in his ship, shining light, yellow glare.
A frigate so shy, hiding in a cave, but little wonder as to why.
Those cannon hits. Took a toll but an intact hull. Thinks a Pyke.
He recognizes this ship as he takes his own ship in beside it.
The Black Kite is a mercenary ship quite like the Lonely Cub.
Cul left that corvette and the Lonely Cubs with Tysjor Maspat.
Cul’s alone on this one. Hands on controls and his ship lands.
Grey helmet, golden plate, over a green head and big purple eyes.
Masking his face, letting him breathe, the helm has a violet visor.
Suited up to brave the expanse, his world suddenly grows darker.
All right, Black Kite, it's time for this Pyke to find out why you died.