Of all the worlds, all the sentients and races that call themselves one with the Diaspora, the people of Helios are among the oldest. Like the Mwari, the Helians are a peaceful race devoted to the exploration of the mind, body and soul. They are also a people with a passion that runs deep and hot, so hot that their natural abilities of energy manipulation could destroy if left unchecked. As a result, the Helians forbade themselves to use their power and to avoid conflict at all costs…
…This is to protect not themselves, but to spare others their full wrath.
However, energy cannot be contained. It must be allowed to dissipate, to flow naturally, lest it be released in a more… dynamic fashion. Because of this, the Canonicate was established. Following the teachings of the Definite, the Canonicates are allowed to use their abilities only to heal. It is said that to become a Canonicate is to sit at the right hand of the Definite, a very high honor indeed.
He was a priest, one of the chosen few that were allowed to use the immense gifts bestowed upon his ancient race. He used his Definite-given abilities to heal the broken body or sooth the troubled mind. As he offered guidance and provided comfort to other sentients in need, he too found solace with them. Still, Phoebus’ heart burned. As he saw the Diaspora descend into the fascism of the Utopian Collective, he became displeased with Helios’ stance of non-intervention.
“We cannot stand by any longer while our brethren suffer,” Phoebus said to the Canonicate. “We do not have the luxury of non-intervention while millions suffer. We must resist… We must fight!”
His pleas fell upon deaf ears. The Canonicate forbade Phoebus to speak any further about the matter publicly. Failure to follow the orders of the Canonicate would mean expulsion from the priesthood, forbidden to use the Definite’s gift forever. When faced with the choice, Phoebus did the only thing he could…
…He left the Canonicate… But did not leave his calling.
When news came that not only did Phoebus continue to heal, but also was an outspoken critic of the Utopia’s policies, the insult to the Canonicate was too much to bear. Labeled as a dissident to the Collective and disavowed by the Canonicate, He was arrested by the Beret Sheri, rewarded for his personal rebellion by being sent to the labor camps. The scientists salivated upon his arrival. Finally, they had a Helian in their midst, to study, to dissect and corrupt the gift of the Definite. Phoebus was the subject of brutal eugenics experiments. He was poked and prodded and cut. His mind and body were violated, driven mad by the vicious science of the Utopia. He was a healer who was taught and forced to become a killer. He became one of the broken… And that ignited his true potential.
In his delirium and despair, the stars spoke to Phoebus, welcoming him to the celestial firmament. From the swirling solar gas, a figure emerged. It was the Avatar of the Orijah that whispered in his ear, that told him to be strong and fight and spread her doctrine for she would return to shine the light of truth. The Avatar became Phoebus’ savior and he would be her prophet.
His anger burned bright as he ignited the prison engulfing the facility with righteous incandescence. Phoebus raged against his captors, Canonicate scripture of harmony and peace spat viciously with contempt from hips lips as he set the guards aflame. Escaping to the Ridge, Phoebus hid among the lost denizens of the Outworld, preaching his doctrine with a wild and desperate urgency to any who would listen…
…Chavin, the Ronin listened, and told Phoebus another tale of the Avatar and the Orijah. This would be the beginning of a new scripture and Phoebus would shine the light of truth on a galaxy shrouded in the shadow of lies and deception.
Woe to those who do not heed the words of the Mad Prophet.
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