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- James Steel
- Joined
- Aug 1, 2021
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Among all the planets in the galaxy, perhaps the most lonesome and depressing of them all was Raxus Prime. The world had a yellow atmosphere tainted with smog, and it's original terrain had long been covered up by mountains of trash and scrap metal. To scavengers it was a paradise, to sanitation engineers it was a job, but to Soto it was a prison. For the last two thousand years, his frame laid dormant in a massive mound of metal. His power cells had long since been burnt out, he was deactivated. Though the droid may not have been working physically, he had been working mentally. The last thousand years allowed him to do some thinking, a lot of thinking...
This particular night on the hell hole of a planet was a stormy one. Rain had been pouring down for hours, and the vast majority of workers had gone home for the night. This would be no ordinary night however, it would be one of fate. From the clouds above, a massive bolt of lightning would fall to the planet's surface. The mound of metal would be just in the right spot to catch the bolt, Soto's body acting as a lightning rod. He would be struck directly on the head, and his eyes would flash on. After so many centuries, his circuits had been jump started.
Free from his purgatory, he would begin crawling his way out of the metal mountain. Many other dismembered droids were in the pile, but he was the only one to survive. This was not the power of an ordinary man, it was the survival instinct of a sith. That was how he saw things at least. For now, he had bigger problems. The rain was falling faster, and he needed to replace a vast number of parts. Giving himself a quick diagnostic check up, he would discover he needed a new arm, leg, and vocabulator. That last one would explain why he was unable to speak...
Deciding it fair to take what he pleased, he would begin sifting through the various damaged droids. He would tear through their bodies one by one, slowly but surly replacing his missing parts. The droid would especially be surprised by the vocabulator he managed to get his hands on, it was that of an old interrogation droid's. This would give him just the menacing voice he was looking for."Ahhh... Much better."
After this, he decided it was time to take his leave of the prison. He didn't know where he would go, but anywhere was better than this planet. Grabbing a grey tarp he had spotted, the droid would quickly re-purpose it as a cloak. Reaching to his internal compartment, he would feel his old lightsaber. It wasn't a true one, not quite yet, but it would be in due time. He would take a strap of leather from the ground, and tie it around his waist creating a makeshift holster for the weapon. Now all he had to do was locate a ship, any craft would do... "For too long, I've waited to take my revenge. Now, I vow to become the most powerful sith in history!"
This particular night on the hell hole of a planet was a stormy one. Rain had been pouring down for hours, and the vast majority of workers had gone home for the night. This would be no ordinary night however, it would be one of fate. From the clouds above, a massive bolt of lightning would fall to the planet's surface. The mound of metal would be just in the right spot to catch the bolt, Soto's body acting as a lightning rod. He would be struck directly on the head, and his eyes would flash on. After so many centuries, his circuits had been jump started.
Free from his purgatory, he would begin crawling his way out of the metal mountain. Many other dismembered droids were in the pile, but he was the only one to survive. This was not the power of an ordinary man, it was the survival instinct of a sith. That was how he saw things at least. For now, he had bigger problems. The rain was falling faster, and he needed to replace a vast number of parts. Giving himself a quick diagnostic check up, he would discover he needed a new arm, leg, and vocabulator. That last one would explain why he was unable to speak...
Deciding it fair to take what he pleased, he would begin sifting through the various damaged droids. He would tear through their bodies one by one, slowly but surly replacing his missing parts. The droid would especially be surprised by the vocabulator he managed to get his hands on, it was that of an old interrogation droid's. This would give him just the menacing voice he was looking for."Ahhh... Much better."
After this, he decided it was time to take his leave of the prison. He didn't know where he would go, but anywhere was better than this planet. Grabbing a grey tarp he had spotted, the droid would quickly re-purpose it as a cloak. Reaching to his internal compartment, he would feel his old lightsaber. It wasn't a true one, not quite yet, but it would be in due time. He would take a strap of leather from the ground, and tie it around his waist creating a makeshift holster for the weapon. Now all he had to do was locate a ship, any craft would do... "For too long, I've waited to take my revenge. Now, I vow to become the most powerful sith in history!"