Part 1: 1,000 Human Years Ago
Prologue: Flash-forward Flashback
1. Cashel (~35), Tiberius (~35)
A man appeared on a desolate, rocky planet. His body and clothing is caked in a coating of a thick, silvery substance. His expression is void and chilling but his actions show resolution.
Another man emerges before him. The smile vanishes as soon as he sees the man's appearance.
"Cashel… where's Nema?" he asks, quickly calculating his motives while staring at the silver blood that could only come from a type of species known as a Mechanite.
Cashel clenched his jaw and fists at the sound of her name being uttered from his lips. His discomfort caused the man dismay as he glanced around behind Cashel for any sign of Nema.
"Where is she?!" he asked starting to panic.
Their eyes met.
Cashel's eyes… his eyes said it all. He had seen these hostile eyes before, hundreds of years ago, back when they first met. He thought and hoped he would never see them again.
Cashel knew there was no point in hiding the truth from him. "I killed her" was his simple response.
The man shook his head with disbelief, "No… you couldn't have…"
Cashel drew out his sword and demanded, "Where are the stones?"
The man was still standing in shock, staring at his friend, the friend that only a moment ago he would have easily given his life if needed.
The silver blood was glistening off his body… Nema's blood… his love…and soon the cold hard truth was finally starting to set in.
"You… killed her?" he whispered. "Nema? Our comrade? Our friend?"
Cashel glared at him, watching the anger build up inside the man. He knew he would blow any moment now.
The man swiftly took out his own sword, gripping it tightly by his side.
The sun was beginning to set and a light breeze crossed their paths.
"All of this for the stone of power?" The man scowled. "I'll make you regret ever betraying us…" He took off the pouch that was slung around his body and held it out in front of him. "The three stones that mean more to you than your own friends."
Cashel reached into a pocket in his vest and took out a glowing violet stone.
It was the closest the four stones have been to each other since their separation, many decades ago. Once put back together, a powerful object would be formed, giving a single person the capability to rule the galaxy and infuse with newly formed stone, Vo, as one.
They knew this. They had originally planned who would become Vo and have searched for the stones in order to fulfill their desire to re-shape and re-build the war torn galaxy together.
This, however, was not part of the plan.
"Tiberius..." Cashel spoke. "Give me the stones…"
The man's eyes narrowed on him as he set the three stones aside. "You'll have to kill me for them."
Cashel stared at his only friend left in the galaxy. He already knew what he was going to do.
"Then I will…"