Cursor’s breath was ragged as he stumbled forward, his boots sinking into the dust-covered ground of the desolate planet. The wreckage of his ship lay smoldering behind him, the echoes of its destruction still ringing in his ears. His body ached from the impact, but pain was nothing new to him. He had endured far worse.
As he leaned against a jagged rock, trying to regain his bearings, his vision blurred, and the present began to slip away. Memories—old and haunting—flooded his mind.
Flashback: The Lyran Exodus
The skies had burned.
Cursor stood on the observation deck of a Lyran mothership, watching as entire fleets of his people fled their homeworld. Vast convoys of ships—from colossal city-sized arks to small personal crafts—stretched across the stars, each vessel carrying thousands of desperate souls.
Their once-great civilization, the pinnacle of wisdom and technological prowess, was dying.
The Draconians had come for them.
War had erupted like wildfire, spreading across the Lyran home system. The Draconians, ruthless and merciless, swept through Lyran space, forcing them into a desperate retreat. The Lyrans had fought with everything they had, but against the overwhelming force of the Draconian war machine, resistance became futile.
Cursor had been a soldier in that war, fighting alongside warriors who refused to surrender. He had watched worlds burn, entire cities turned to rubble in mere hours. But the Draconians didn’t just conquer—they exterminated.
The Lyran leadership had no choice. They initiated the exodus, a desperate gambit to preserve their species. The greatest minds of Lyran culture, their leaders, engineers, and scholars, all packed into massive fleet carriers, leaving behind the only home they had ever known.
Cursor had stood there, fists clenched, as he witnessed the last Lyran capital city fall in flames. He could still hear the screams of those who hadn’t made it onto the ships. The guilt weighed on him.
He had wanted to stay. To fight. To die as a warrior.
But his father, a high-ranking general, had given him no choice. He had forced Cursor onto one of the last departing warships, knowing that his son’s survival meant something greater.
"One day, we will return," his father had said. "One day, you will fight for our people—not just in revenge, but for something greater."
The Betrayal – The Drago’s Deception
The Lyrans had found refuge across the galaxy, scattering like dust among the stars. But even in exile, their struggles never ended.
At first, the Drago Empire had offered them sanctuary. The Lyrans, desperate and broken, accepted. They became warriors in Drago’s campaigns, fighting wars that weren’t theirs, thinking they had finally found an ally.
But it was all a lie.
Cursor had discovered the truth too late. The Drago leadership had never intended to help the Lyrans rebuild. They had used them—enslaved them—turning their greatest warriors into soldiers for an empire that was just as corrupt as the Draconians.
Worse still, the Voidlords were involved. Their ancient, dark energy had slithered its way into Drago’s highest ranks, twisting its leaders into pawns of destruction. The same corruption that had doomed the Lyrans now threatened to consume the entire galaxy.
Cursor had broken free, leading a rebellion against his Drago handlers. He had stolen the artifact, an ancient relic from Lyran history, and fled—knowing it was the key to stopping the Voidlords once and for all.
Back to the Present – A Promise of Revenge
The memories faded, but the fire in Cursor’s heart burned hotter than ever.
His people had been betrayed. His home had been stolen. And the Voidlords were at the center of it all.
Cursor took a deep breath, steadying himself as the Zerta loomed overhead, its engines humming as it prepared for landing. He had escaped his past, but he would never forget it.
"One day, we will return." His father’s words echoed once more.
Cursor clenched his fist.
"One day starts now."
How This Shapes Cursor’s Character & Story
The Lyran Exodus is a pivotal event, shaping Cursor’s deep hatred for tyrants and his unwavering will to fight.
His survival feels like both a burden and a duty—his father forced him to leave so he could one day lead their return.
The Drago’s betrayal fuels his personal vendetta, but the revelation of the Voidlords’ influence makes his mission even greater.
The artifact connects to the Lyran past, meaning it could be the key to reclaiming his people’s lost worlds.
This flashback gives emotional weight to Cursor’s present moment—staggering out of the wreckage, he’s not just trying to survive. He’s on a mission.
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