Guitars slice open the silence, deep, pulsing drums drive the heart Stars burn cold on the edge of forever, lightning arcs tear worlds apart Born to conflict—on the ragged rim, in a world grown sharp as knives From blue-eyed frost on colony streets, violence teaching how to survive He learned to fight by instinct, hands heavy, resolve set steel-true No peace to anchor restless minds, no place to run to when debts are due Empty peace makes his fists tremble, stasis a poison down his veins He thrives in storms where others shudder, builds his home in what remains Every loss a lesson branded, muscle carved by hard debates Investigator in the dead of midnight, reading blood before the stains He never learned their easy language, never cared to take the time Independence is his gospel, liberty settles where he comes alive Kael Tachyhatha—born from fire, carved by war A voluntarist at the edge, always knows what he’s fighting for Knows the price of freedom’s vigilance, knows the toll his mind pays Kael stands strong when the galaxy shakes, but he always withers in brighter days 6 feet 2 and scarred by purpose, buzz-cut hair and cobalt eyes He walks alone through the ashes, where every answer wears a disguise No hero’s smile, just a glare that cuts through the haze Solitude his only counsel, burned by a thousand guns’ blaze Unwilling to surrender, unfit for any cage He wields the logic of a killer, plowing through the blood-soaked rage Kael Tachyhatha—born from fire, carved by war A voluntarist at the edge, always knows what he’s fighting for Knows the price of freedom’s vigilance, knows the toll his mind pays Kael stands strong when the galaxy shakes, but he always withers in brighter days When calm descends, the world turns bland—he feels himself slip away Searching for reason in the riot, pleading for the night to stay Give him sirens, give him thunder, give him a reason to move, Out in the struggle he finds a purpose, in the peace he forgets his groove. Kael Tachyhatha—born from fire, carved by war A voluntarist at the edge, always knows what he’s fighting for Knows the price of freedom’s chaos, knows the toll his mind pays Kael stands strong when the galaxy shakes, but he always withers in brighter days Lights flicker on the old war roads, another call, another fight Kael’s shadow fades in the silence as he vanishes into night
