Star Wars - Dark Trooper Campaign

The final Prophecy

Epilogue: Trance-cendence

Abruptly Trance was torn out of this harmony, her spirit taken and pulled away. One moment she still saw the galaxy circle in peace and the next thing she felt was a cold, wet darkness where she couldn’t breathe. In panic she lashed out, but she was trapped in a very tight room filled with liquid and was about to drown.

Suddenly the container was opened, the liquid drained and she was swept out. Coughing she tried to hold on to something as cold air filled her lungs, but she didn’t feel the chill. Trance realized that she was lying on a metal crate and slowly opened her eyes. A blue light illuminated an eerie scene: She was in some sort of laboratory with several vertical stasis tubes lining the walls. Each of these tubes was occupied by a humanoid body floating in a murky liquid.

Trance stood up shakingly and looked at her naked self. The lack of clothing didn’t really concern her at the moment, but to her surprise all of her piercings and tattoos were gone, except one: On her right wrist the number “1” was imprinted.

She had no time to wonder about this as a screen emerged from a blinking console. The flickering display showed the shady silhouettes of several humanoid torsos, but didn’t provide much detail. A hidden loudspeaker emitted a modulated voice:

“Welcome to Cyberia, Trance Killian!” the computerized voice said. “We are the Caretaker-collective, the supreme administrative committee of this world.”

“Where am I?” Trance demanded. “And why am I here?”

“You are here because we are always searching for extremely… talented individuals who might be useful for us.”

“We can send you back to your own world if you complete a task for us”, another voice added.

“What kind of task?” Trance asked.

“One that will require all your skills and power”, a third voice chimed in.

Trance shrugged. What did she have to lose? The promise of returning to her home galaxy and to her daughter Shanta was all that she ever needed. She would do anything for that. So she squared her shoulders.

“I’m ready”, she said. “What shall I do for you?”