Khi'Zar

A beast of night
it stalks its prey
From deep twilight
til' dawn of day
From tumbled walls
of haunted grey
A bloody end
soon comes this way


There is a room in a large orbital station near the Matari/Amarr warzone. The room has no windows or view ports. Utterly dark. I have disabled the air processors. I like to taste the air.

Here I have a banquet table and row of benches and a high backed chair. My chair.

At the benches are my friends. Thawed, yet still handsomely mangled, the unfrozen clones whom I released from their pods. With wires I hold them in their rightful positions. They are happy to be here. I too am pleased they are here.

For hours I will take my place at the head of the banquet. I need no light. The light is within me. The feast of friends. Encouraged, I am lifted by their presence. It is a glad place. In the warm blackness.

Wont you join us? At the Feast of Friends? I am becoming anxious