Dismal sky coated the heavens. Frown arced the gray, sad clouds above as they peeked down into the world they sent into turmoil. The dust ball mug coil under the weight of the falling pressure, contorted into a clump of soggy grounds. Brown scatter about splatter of greenery, while imprints of the past pasted onto the land's floor. Time had healed many scars to an invisible, but these wounds ran so deep that scabs could not birth.

Tears from the observant sparsely azure above busted onto the floor below. Allure had faded, and the landscape had forgotten it's sparkle. Shine was a foreign word to the planet, and the sky's glum knew that too well. Disaster flashed across the world in sudden sparks of electricity, igniting the world.

Not a repulsor engine hummed, allowing only the beat and thuds of the sobbing heaven hitting the floor give the landscape a music. Few animals fester in the blister mistaken for a planet , and those that did rested in hide from the dirty weep of the blue.

Rain splashed over clothe rarely on such a world. People did not drift under such distress and snivel. Albeit dither steamed from the livings pores, they could never swallow the anguish supplied back without choking. The day was different though, despite the routine of the sorrow.

A man's foot sloshed through the flush of wet mud. Stale was another word that few knew on such a land. Barren fields ran rampant over the once lively land. Never had the planet herald tall buildings like Coruscant, or fresh crops of Naboo, but it was still worth it's stay before.

"Jabiim."

The man whispered, his words overwhelmed by the clamor from the heaven's whimper. A wet hood grappled onto his moist scalp. Stench trickled off his body, his aroma submerged in the rest of the assorted stink. Not even a dewback's breathe could rival the agony reserved abroad. Jabiim just was poodoo all around.

An inhale dispelled the null foul as the lone ranger's head lifted to catch a better view through the tirade of tear drops. On his face sat a frown, but his eyes were intent. The silver and blue of his view were unparalleled. The typical white of that came in clumped, sticky threads from his scalp could only be Echani. No one else in the universe wield such youthful, strong features as this man.

Jehkran Dmath...