Hector Von Ricmore
Clan Vizsla
Unknown Space

Reality rippled and whirled around the Zeltron known as Hector Von Ricmore. Distorted portals, doorways to various space and time surrounded him.

But why was he here? This was more than the result of a ritual gone awry. His last ritual had stripped the former quaestor of the majority of his connection to the Force, all that remained was the smallest of tethers, enough to utilize alchemy and rituals but none of the conventional Force abilities.

He hadn’t intended or chosen any materials which would allow for the manipulation or time or space in such a regard. He would be disgusted with himself if he did. The timeline was one of the few sacred and unchangeable things about the wider galaxy, or at least that is how it should be.

Whoever was messing with time and space to such an extent needed to be punished.

Hector made his way across the darkened stone, passing black monolithic structures. The monuments evoked feelings similar to that of Sith structures. An uneasy dread filled him. A sense of wrongness. Wrong Space. Wrong Time. Wrong. Wrong Wrong WRONG!

Shaking his head to clear the feeling which nearly overcame him the armored Mandalorian made his way further into the world between worlds.

The shapes formed on the portals began to grow familiar. He saw the Millennial Falcon, a younger version of himself and Appius Wight laughing aboard.

He saw his first apprentice, Dakor Terrok, the only one to make it to Knighthood. There was still hope for his new apprentice Kasmar, but the galaxy was a dangerous place. Who was to say what fate awaited them?

Images of his consul Korvis, glorious warrior astride his War Droid.

Kanal flying various ships, obliterating his enemies in space.

And then he saw things unfamiliar to him.

Strange rituals, plots by the Children Of Mortis.

Various Mandalorian Clans, garbed in new colors and embracing new ideologies. Among those stood a traditionalist armored in white and gold. Ursula Taabir; was the name the portal supplied to him.

But this was no time for hesitation. He made his way forward, seeing Su Well and a number of mandalorian acolytes.

Pulling his blaster rifle he exchanged shots with them. Downing member after member as he made his way forward.

He activated his Jetpack and took to the skies, weaving around bolts and returning fire.

In the chaos Su Well fled towards one of the portals.

Hector continued his pursuit, slaying Mandalorians left and right and jet packing towards the portal.

He was tackled by one of Su’S men and brought down from the sky. The man tried to grasp Hector’s throat by he defended himself by smashing a knife hand into the being’s adam’s apple.

Getting to his feet once again, Hector rocketed forward into the portal, following Su Well into parts unknown.

As he emerged from the portal light and darkness assaulted his features. He was once again overwhelmed with a sense of wrongness. But he had to push through to find his target.