Warmaster Ar'Krakh - Gallifreyan Citadel of Adun
Ar'Krakh began to feel an emotion that he had never before experienced, one that the Heraan had no word for. The Terran word for it was "fear". It was becoming more and more obvious to him that, despite his own nigh invulnerability, that Taurik, the leader of the Gallifreyans, their so called "Nil'kimas", was going to best him. Defeat was something Ar'Krakh had never known, and now that he began to suspect his own defeat was near, the thought of the Gods' retribution frightened him far more than Taurik's blade. And as if to confirm his fears, he heard their presence in his mind.
"It was too much to ask that you simply destroy their whelp of a figurehead. We have placed much trust in the Heraan, warmaster, and it seems that such trust was sorely misplaced."
Ar'Krakh began to feel a pounding feeling in every neuron of his extremely powerful mind, and suddenly, power as he had never known began to run through his body. He could feel the intense mental energy of the Na'jigat all around him, and was deathly afraid that they were killing him. The sensation was torturous, their energy coursing through him, every particle of his form burning as if it were actually ablaze. The pain was excruciating, but it also began to have another effect. It began to make him stronger.
His mind, however, was no longer his own. He was still completely self aware, but somehow, felt that his thoughts were being guided. The realization came to him... the Na'jigat were inside him, controlling him in a way, empowering him in another. As he fell upon Taurik once more, no longer did he fear his own defeat. In fact, he was certain of his impending victory.
He projected his mind's voice for all to hear, but it was not his own words that emanated therefrom. "I am Na'jigat!" screamed the warmaster, now visibly aglow with the psionic energy of the entirety of the Na'jigat collective consciousness.
Ar'Krakh began to feel an emotion that he had never before experienced, one that the Heraan had no word for. The Terran word for it was "fear". It was becoming more and more obvious to him that, despite his own nigh invulnerability, that Taurik, the leader of the Gallifreyans, their so called "Nil'kimas", was going to best him. Defeat was something Ar'Krakh had never known, and now that he began to suspect his own defeat was near, the thought of the Gods' retribution frightened him far more than Taurik's blade. And as if to confirm his fears, he heard their presence in his mind.
"It was too much to ask that you simply destroy their whelp of a figurehead. We have placed much trust in the Heraan, warmaster, and it seems that such trust was sorely misplaced."
Ar'Krakh began to feel a pounding feeling in every neuron of his extremely powerful mind, and suddenly, power as he had never known began to run through his body. He could feel the intense mental energy of the Na'jigat all around him, and was deathly afraid that they were killing him. The sensation was torturous, their energy coursing through him, every particle of his form burning as if it were actually ablaze. The pain was excruciating, but it also began to have another effect. It began to make him stronger.
His mind, however, was no longer his own. He was still completely self aware, but somehow, felt that his thoughts were being guided. The realization came to him... the Na'jigat were inside him, controlling him in a way, empowering him in another. As he fell upon Taurik once more, no longer did he fear his own defeat. In fact, he was certain of his impending victory.
He projected his mind's voice for all to hear, but it was not his own words that emanated therefrom. "I am Na'jigat!" screamed the warmaster, now visibly aglow with the psionic energy of the entirety of the Na'jigat collective consciousness.