Let me take you to a place once known as Kachitar. From space, it shimmered like an emerald—a lush, forested world teeming with life and mystical energy. They called it the Verdant Star... home to the Kachi Warriors, legendary defenders united by honor, resilience, and their deep connection to something greater than themselves.These warriors weren’t just fighters; they were philosophers, mediators, protectors. They followed a code, Kachi'ka, that embraced the duality of existence—acknowledging both light and dark as necessary forces. It wasn’t about denying the darkness; it was about finding harmony, balance. I mean, that’s... powerful, isn’t it?Their training? Oh, it was brutal. From childhood, they endured trials that tested not just their strength, but their spirit—pushing them to master their connection to the mystical energies of their world. And the gear they wielded? Absolutely one-of-a-kind. Their verdantium-infused armor and Sol-Blades, crafted from their planet’s sacred trees, were the stuff of legend. It’s no wonder they were seen as, well, unstoppable.But then came Nerfex. No one knows much about this conqueror's origins, but wow, did he change everything. Driven by expansion, by domination, Nerfex identified the Kachi as a threat—and he didn’t just fight them. He aimed to erase them. The violence was... unimaginable. Weapons of mass destruction tore through Kachitar, ripping open chasms, burning forests, swallowing entire settlements whole. The planet went from a glowing green gem to nothing. Just... darkness.The survivors? They were scattered, fractured. Some escaped into the Khasms—those massive, deadly rifts carved into the planet during the onslaught—using interdimensional rifts to flee. They were no longer warriors protecting a homeland. They became nomads, refugees clinging to a fading identity, hiding in the shadows. But the pain, the loss... it stayed with them. It shaped them.And Kachitar? What used to be this vibrant, living world, now just a memory. Its glow—gone. Its forests—ash. And the Kachi? Well...Out of the destruction of Kachitar, there was no peace, no resolution. What rose instead was vengeance. A new force emerged from the ruins—scarred, relentless, single-minded. They called themselves the Khasm Stalkers.Their name alone tells you what they became. These weren’t warriors in the traditional sense, not like the Kachi. They were predators, shaped by the trauma of the Verdant Star’s fall, united around an intense hatred for the Kachi Warriors they blamed for everything they’d lost. And what they developed wasn’t just a methodology—it was... a way of life.The Khasm Stalkers lived for the hunt. They thrived in the darkness—literally. Those massive rifts, the Khasms, carved into Kachitar by Nerfex's weapons, became their proving grounds. Where others saw death traps, they saw opportunity. They learned to move through those void-like chasms, navigating terrain no one else dared to enter, mastering the shadows, and, honestly? Making fear a weapon.They had this philosophy, the 'Code of the Stalk.' It wasn’t about brute force. Oh no—these folks didn’t fight fair. They believed in becoming invisible, striking from within their enemy's mind as much as from the shadows. And their tactics? Meticulous. Camouflage, psychological warfare, ambushes. They didn’t confront the Kachi head-on; they dismantled them... piece by piece. And the Kachi, as powerful and trained as they were, just weren’t ready for someone to turn their own techniques against them.I mean, every detail about the Stalkers was designed to terrify. Their armor? Layered with materials from Kachitar itself—bone, chitin, you name it, they wore it, blending into the shadows. And their weapon of choice, the Shard Fang... it wasn’t just a blade. It hummed, resonating with a frequency designed to disrupt those mystical energies the Kachi were so connected to. That hum alone was enough to freeze you on the spot. I've—Actually, let me tell you about this one time on the Obsidian Belt. I crossed paths with a former Khasm Stalker—retired, if you could call it that. He didn’t say a word to me, but you could just... feel the presence, the stillness of someone who’d lived their life in the hunt. You don’t get that kind of focus just anywhere—it’s like they’re always watching, always calculating.The Stalkers justified everything they did with their code: "We are not the light in the dark. We are the dark behind the dark. Let them fear their own breath." Yeah... chilling, right?And it worked. It absolutely worked. The Kachi survivors, broken and spread thin, were fleeing, hiding, trying to regroup. But the Stalkers? They made sure nowhere felt safe. The hunters had become hunted.And then... there was Vexar Ran. Out of all the Khasm Stalkers, he was a name you didn’t whisper lightly—not in the Obsidian Belt, not in the hidden rifts, not anywhere the darkness stretched. They say he was their finest—a prodigy born under a sky where three moons went dark, his path set long before he could even hold a blade. For a long time, he was... unstoppable.Vexar mastered the hunt in ways few ever dreamed of. He moved like a shadow in a place already devoid of light. The Siege of Mal’Zhar Prime? That was supposed to be his crowning moment—the final strike, the death knell for the Kachi. When the skies turned red, the ground shattered, and the screams of what was left of Kachitar echoed across the stars, Vexar was at the heart of it all. But... something changed.What exactly happened in those moments? No one really knows. Some say he heard a voice—Heka, the force whispered behind all creation. Others say maybe it wasn’t that abstract. Maybe it was a single moment, a face, a child in the wreckage, perhaps even just... himself reflected back in the chaos. Whatever it was, that night, Vexar didn’t just vanish. No. He became something else entirely.When he walked into the Verdian Singularity, people thought, that’s it—gone. But instead, Vexar returned. Only now, he was nothing like the predator who’d once haunted the Kachi. His armor, once scarred by Khasm winds, was etched with glowing green sigils of life, his weapon no longer an instrument of death but a tool of balance. People started calling him the Last Guardian of the Verdant Star.Now, Vexar walks alone, moving between star systems, sometimes as a protector, sometimes... well, not exactly. You could say he walks a tightrope, trying to maintain balance. And where the edges of that balance start to fray? That’s where you’ll find him. The Kachi reverence him and fear him both. The Stalkers... they hate him. They call him a traitor, a fallen star. But what they don’t see, or won’t see, is that he’s not tied to their hatred, their codes. He’s tied to something... deeper. Something older. Something, I think, he barely understands himself.Vexar doesn’t fight for personal glory or vengeance. His fights are precise—a movement here, a nudge there. Intervening in ways that... I mean, it’s almost surgical. Surgical and devastating. He’s not a hero, not really. But he’s not a villain either. Maybe he’s like the Verdant Star itself, glowing where once there was darkness.And that’s the thing about Vexar’s story. It’s not about a triumphant return or some epic redemption arc. It’s about the tension. The constant tension of trying to do right in a universe where the line is so thin—so thin.And with that, I think we’ve reached the edge of this chapter—not just for Vexar Ran, but the Kachi themselves, the Stalkers, all of it. It’s a story about survival, cycles of destruction and rebirth, and, well, balance. The kind that makes you wonder where we all stand in it, right?So, until the next signal, dear listeners—stay sharp, stay light on your feet. And remember, the shadow isn’t just where you hide. Sometimes, it’s where you find yourself.

Episodes

The Kachi Saga: Warriors, Stalkers, and Guardians