Unity.
The infinite multiverses all converge at this one point. Everything that has been, that is and that will originate here.
Many curious travelers have traveled through this nexus. Leaving behind their pasts and merging with the infinite cosmos.
While the mortals that find it see it as a gateway. The greater beings governing the cosmos see it as a hub or node. A central control point to curate creation and destruction.
But today was different. One such entity in his infinite boredom did something inexplicable.
"Let's see. A little tweak here.Hmmm. A little bit extra here to strengthen it. There, that should do it." said the ROB with a chuckle.
It then unceremoniously flung the soul shard into the unity.
"Let's see what happens now" said the ROB with a Cheshire cat smile plastered on its nondescript face.
(In a galaxy far far away)
*Groan*
A small child slowly stirred as he regained consciousness.
"Osik!What in the seven corellian hells happened?" asked the young child.
He takes in his surroundings as he slowly gains clarity. He was in a small room with old plascrete walls. Other than the bed he was lying on the only other things were a wall mounted mirror and a table with a rolling chair in front of it.
Slowly looking at his body he found that the only thing he was wearing was his trousers and the necklace around his neck.
He slowly walks up to the mirror and looks at himself. He was approximately four and a half feet with a lean but healthy body. As healthy as one can be, considering the large bruises and healing wound that covered his body.
The boy slowly touches one of the cuts running across his chest only to be suddenly assaulted by an unimaginable migraine. He stumbles over to the table for support only to knock over a tablet resting on it.
Suddenly a pair of hurried footsteps could be heard coming towards the room. A middle aged man rushed in towards the boy. The most prominent feature being a deep scar that ran from his scalp down to his chin. THis hair was streaked with patches of silver hair
"What are you doing standing up boy? Lie down now!" the gruff man ordered.
The boy complied slowly. As he slowly returned to bed with the help of the man.
"What were you thinking moving around? I am still surprised you are still alive, let alone conscious" said the man as he looked down on the boy sternly.
"Where am I? What happened? Who are you?" asked the boy in a weary tone.
"That's what I would like to ask you boy. I found you bleeding out on my porch like a freshly cut nerf stake. You are lucky I even saved you. Now tell me who you are and why you were in such a state?" asked the man.
"My name is Luca Purkis. I was traveling with my parents to meet their family when we were attacked by mercenaries. I got separated from my family and was captured. As for the wounds" Luca looks up at the man "I got it when I stabbed one of my kidnappers in the eyes. His comrades didn't take kindly to it. And you can see the end results" Luca said, showing off his wounds.
The old man locked eyes with the boy, his demeanor turning serious. The atmosphere became tense for a full minute before the old man started laughing his ass off. "For someone so young you have some serious spunk kid. I will give you that. As for your questions. You are in the Corellian slums. And my name is Brer Ordo".
Brer looked at the boy carefully. "What surprises me is that your wounds healed up fast. Too fast, even with the bacta patches I had applied" said Brer, poking at a slash wound on Luca's shoulder.
"My parents used to say I was special. I don't know how or why." said Lucas with a shrug. "What I do know is that it helped me excel in the training my parents made me go through. I say parents, but it was my fathers idea. Family traditions and all that"
Brer observed the child as he recounted his tale. He was taller than average for a human kid his age. His physique shows that he has been trained. Not trained to the same level a mandalorian kid would be trained, but trained substantially for his age nonetheless. Plus he had the fire of a warrior in him.
"That's enough for now, kid. Rest. I will bring you some grub. Tomorrow we will decide what to do with you" said Brer as he slowly got up and walked off.
(Lucas POV)
It has been a harrowing few days for a kid like me.
It was supposed to be a pleasant trip to reconnect with my parent's family after they were in self imposed exile for over a decade after running away to get married.
We were to meet in Corellia, at one of the higher end districts. But our journey from the spaceport to the meeting point was cut short quite quickly as we came under attack by what amounted to thugs with hand me down blasters.
My parents fought back, but in the chaos I got separated from them. This led to a nearly hour long foot chase around the slums of Corellia only to get captured and get banged up. At least I got to stab one guy in the eye and another in the arm. All that training my father put me through paid off a little in the end.
'I Pray to any GOD out there. Please let them be okay.SIGH." Haar'chak! The wound still hurts like hell.
I close my eyes and the tiredness slowly takes hold of me and my eyelids slowly close as my eyes drift off into slumber.