Jrax'eer Nimolos rose from sleep roaring, his scales beginning to grow along his flesh, his claws extending, and his eyes turning to the deep iridescent green of his transcendent form. It was the dream, the same dream he had been having for 3 years. The same nightmare that had been haunting him, sending Jrax'eer across all of the known universe to find answers. Something is calling him and he was going to find whatever it was, or whoever it might be.
The nightmare replayed in his mind as he sat up onto the side of his bunk. It was always the same; it started with the image of a woman, always blurred from his vision but a strong presence none the less, standing in a meadow. The background then darkened and screams rose in the air. Suddenly fire rained down and scenes of war plagued what was only supposed a landscape of beauty, dracon ships entering atmosphere and legions of bloodthirsty soldiers leaving desolation in their wake. Jrax could see himself fighting them, leaving men lacerated and feeling his body being torn away by weapons fire. The vivid images ended with an entirely foreign melody drifting through a wasteland of bones and smoking wreckage. As the dream comes to a close, Jrax'eer would wake up the same way; brimming with rage, treading the very edge of the hunger. What felt like the very edge of insanity.
Jrax slowly shifted back into his total human form as he ran through the breathing exercises he had developed to stave off the hunger. He brought himself to his feet and removed the shirt of his night tunic. He entered the lavatory and washed cool water over his face, eroding the remnants of his troubled sleep. After a long time spent in his ship's personal shower, he went up to the cockpit.
The ship wasn't very large room enough for 3 people at the most, but the was room enough for Jrax'eer's purposes. It was his personal vessel named "Viridian" after his mother and it was the closest thing he had to home anymore. Along with his sleeping quarters there was a room dedicated to his meditations, as well as a room dedicated to his navigations. The latter room was where he traced the metaphysical pull the universe had put on him. The walls were covered in maps, coordinates, and lists of known, recently discovered, and even rumored planets. Besides those, there were a few supply compartments, a small engine room, a lounge/kitchen, and a room that used to be a supply store but had since been turned into an exercise room of sorts. Jrax spent a large amount of time in space the last 3 years and it was important to keep the body active as gravity constantly shifted planet to planet.
The bridge sang it's familiar hum beneath his feet as he sat down in the pilot's chair. Checking the navi-computer, Jrax found he was right on course and would fall out of ftl, faster than light travel, within the next 4 minutes, just outside of orbit. He wasn't entirely sure of his next destination, this planet falling under rumored planets, but something felt… different this time as the shimmery void of in-between space returned to normal. The planet was the typical green and blue of an M class planet and, after some scanning, seemed to have very similar ecosystems to a few of the drako inner worlds. The Viridian bucked as it began entering atmosphere and the view in front of him became tinged with the familiar red of entry. The scanner pinged as it found an anomaly on the planet's surface. "What is this?" Jrax spoke, letting his thoughts out into the open air.
After reaching a more stable altitude, Jrax brought The Viridian baring down on the oddity. As far as anyone knew this planet had been uncharted, and if you believe the rumors, should be fairly uninhabitable. This seemed highly accommodating to life however. Jrax came up upon the anomaly and was surprised to find the wreckage of a very odd ship, completely alien in its structure. Flying directly over it and then circling a few times, he was unable to identify it, but it looked safe enough to approach.
"Do a quick scan of the atmosphere." Jrax commanded the computer. He decided he would approach on foot and leave his ship a kilometer out. After a moment the computer informed him that the air was entirely breathable. That was good, no misleading intoxicants.
After a moment Jrax found a suitable landing zone, or LZ. Activating the ships remote circuit, in case he needed to call the ship to him, and uploading the coordinates of the crater to his armcomp he left The Viridian. Clad in his survival armor, a light carapace that connected to his armcomp and regulated the tempature and kept track of his vitals, he began the short trek toward the wreckage. The armor also had the ability to become environmentally sealed if he triggered the helmet, which formed from the neck and wrapped around his entire head. He also grabbed a small side arm and, as always, his sword in case there was any kind of trouble. He didn't know what he would find, but Jrax'eer wanted to be ready for anything.
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