Heckertor T'kaara (Hek) The Rishi



I made this Character for a Star Wars themed DND game on Table top Simulator. He is a Animal Expert, who left his home world of Rishi to begin a career as a Hired Fauna expert.

From Knobby White Spider dispersion, to Alderaan night bird conservation. There is very little this Rishi Conservationist cannot do, when it comes to wild life management across the Galaxy.

I really wanted to go for a species no one really sees in the Movies and all, so I searched up Sentient Avians within the Star Wars Universe, given my personal style. Plus having a back ground in Wildlife Conservation IRL, gave me inspiration for a career in the Universe that is also not commonly seen.

My First Character Concept, "AJ"



| Ajax Attor (AJ), the Aivatorian Raptorian. |


This is my first complete character concept of one of many characters planned for my novel in the near future. AJ, as he is nick named, will be a character in one of my Skit series, where I intend to make short comics, as one of many side story comics, to my main work currently in progress.







 

Hope Station



- Start of Log -  

This is Captain Elderson, last survivor of 'Hope' Station. Log number fifty-two, last log, recording... 
So, according to my oxygen levels it seems I have been out cold for around three hours. Looking at the wreck it seems...it seems that the explosion happened from within the station. All hands-on board I presume are dead. I guess I was the lucky one. If I hadn't suited up for that routine maintenance check then...then I could be dead like Reeves or...

It...it won't be long now. Oxygen levels are low. I estimate that I have two minutes left, if am lucky. Hope of rescue? None. None at all. So, what am I to do now? Nothing. Nothing to do but float around in endless space waiting for my impending doom.  

You know, even though I am as good as dead, I might as well give you some advice? Despite with all that's happened throughout our history, and what's soon to happen, at least I will die knowing that I, like many others, aided the human race conquering its last frontier, space. Maybe that will unite us for the better. For that is our destiny. My only hope now is that someday, the entire human race will come to see this, instead of continuing to fight amongst themselves, because soon enough, it will be too late to do anything... 

Anyway, enough of the soppy stuff as, I won't lie to you, am shitting bricks right now, but what can I do? *Laughs* I shouldn't joke. Not when I have so little time left. I don't fancy suffocating to be honest with you...

 Oh will you look at that, am out of *Cough* oxygen.  So, I guess this is goodbye then?  

This is *Cough*, Captain Elderson *Cough*, signing out... *Cough* No, Wait. Where is... 

*Cough*  

Earth?

- End of Log - 

Citizens of Earth



'Citizens of Earth!' The three simplest words to have ever been spoken of, which stopped all life on Earth. What they were after we did not know or want to know. All we knew at that moment was relief. Relief to know that after all this time, that our search was not in vain. We, humanity, finally had our answer. The truth, and now those few but all so special words can be spoken. 'We are not alone'.

 'Behold! We are your creators. We are your so called gods! Bow before us and serve!' And then that happened.  All of our hopes and dreams that were racing around inside of us to the very core were cruelly snatched from us. Gone. Forever. From the future that could have possibly been, to this. To Serve. What kind of future is that? To serve those that created us. In hindsight, maybe we got what many of us wished for, what we probably deserved.

'We your creators are here to begin the Great Reset!' The not so-Great Reset as they called it. That is what we were created for. Our future. Everything we ever knew was now about to be erased. We were to be transported to their so called 'Core worlds' to be their servants, their entertainment, their lowliest warriors or cannon fodder. From now, until forever...

But not me. No way was I gonna go out without a fight...

And I didn't???

It turns out, I didn't make the bill. They only required certain 'breeds of human', as they called it, not all. Now I am left here on this forsaken planet that was once my home. Earth. To make things worse, my chances of survival are nil. Before the bastards left they siphoned Earth of its resources and moved us closer to the sun. Why? I don't know. Is that even possible? What am I saying. They're gods. So I guess so. But who cares now, am done for anyways. To tell you the truth, I don't even know why I am telling you any of this...

Who ever 'this' is...


The Void


You awake in a dark empty room. A few moments pass bye when you finally bring your self up, head spinning, you look around and see nothing. You call out for help but no answer. Another few moments pass by. You begin walking, calling out as you go. Soon your walk turns into a jog, then into a sprint. You run for what seems like forever. You keep calling out but you get no answer. Finally, you stop and drop to your knees and with sheer desperation you look up and scream. You scream the loudest that you have ever screamed in your life. Within that moment the lights turn on. You look down, you are seated at a single desk in what seems to be in a small padded room. Your expression of despair soon turns into a smile, then laughter, then nothing. The lights go out. A few moments later you hear the shutter of a spotlight open, you cover your face with your hands. The beams of light which pass between your hands seem to be getting brighter at each passing moment. You begin to call out again. No answer...