Zaman

Zaman's temporal stasis pod

### First encounter with the crew

*The figure shakes their head around a bit, their hair shaking around as their eyes slowly begin to flutter open, looking half shut as if they have been out for a while. The figure then speaks in a slightly weak voice.*

*"He-He-Hello...?" -Zaman*

*Startled, Kit takes a half-step back and levels her pulse rifle at the stranger.*

*"Hello. Who are you?" -Kit*

*The figure's left arm goes up to his face, defensively, his right arm missing and instead replaced by an sandstone chunk that was covered in arcane runes.*

*"I...uh...I am...am...umm...The figure seemed to pause, trying to process his words for a moment before saying "Zaman...Yes! Zaman is my name..."*

*"Hi Zaman, I'm Kit. Can you tell me where my friends went?" The pulse rifle doesn't waver.*

*"Umm...were they the ones that...umm...woke me...?" Zaman replied, his tone sounding somewhat clueless as the runes on the stone faintly were glowing.*

## Visions from the past

### 27th Day of Dogma

#### First Vision

*As she dives into Zaman's mind, Lumi feels as if she is digging through sand, slowly trying to pull herself through some wall. Suddenly, she makes it through, as a scene plays out before her.*

*The scorching desert sun strikes down onto the sand, blinding those that were not used to it. A figure that looks similar to Zaman but younger slowly walks over the desert, looking out over it with some kind of purpose or intent in mind. Looking down across the dunes, his eyes eventually spot something as they go wide with fear. He dashes forward through the sand, heading right for what he spotted.*

*Ahead of him, he saw it: a beast of a bug, it looking like a mix between a preying mantis and something humanoid. It moved into place over a mound of some kind that soon revealed itself to be an unconscious body.*

> *Zaman yelled out, **"GET AWAY FROM HER!"** as he dove into a kick against the creature. The creature stumbled back a few steps, trying to regain its footing. It let out a harsh and raspy screech towards Zaman, as if to try and scare him off. Zaman ran at the creature, drawing a knife from his belt. **"You want her? You're gonna have to go through me!"***
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*For the next minute, both of them went back and forth, slashing at the other to try and make an opening. Eventually, the mantis like being seemed to hit its limit, lunging forward with both of its arms as it was too fast for Zaman to be prepared. It was then that Zaman stepped to one side, finding an opening to jam his knife right into a vital spot in the creature's torso, it letting out a death cry as its life began to quickly leave its body. Zaman then rushed over to the body that was the creature's potential next meal, seeming to be uninterested in how his arm was now not a part of his body and instead in the sand.*

> *His heavy breathing began to slow as he saw that she was safe, just as he said, "You'll be OK...You'll be...O...K..." just as he seemed to give way, falling over and passing out.*
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*Just as everything was calm and still, Lumi would see the figure Zaman had been protecting sat up, seeming to look right into her direction. She quickly rose to her feet, without uttering a word. The figure Lumi had some difficulty clearly making out, but she could tell it was a young woman about Zaman's age in this memory, with fiery red hair peeking out from under a hooded cloak. The figure spoke something in a foreign tongue, just as she lashed out with a series of blows that Lumi would feel outside of the dream, as something pulled and pushed her out of the memory.*

#### Second Vision

*As Zam slammed the fist into the Jazz’s face, his mind felt lashed back into itself, as another memory pierced through the haze.*

*Zaman was in an earthen room, a set of wooden humanoid statues arranged around the room in different stances. Zaman was in the middle sparring around one of the statues, his technique much more sloppy than it was now. His missing right arm now had a series of bandages overlaying it, protecting it from the elements as he continued to train. Sweat heavily poured from his brow as a familiar red headed figure stepped into the room.*

*Zaman stopped as he bowed to her, a soft smile on his lips.*

> *“Lady Sylva,” -Zaman*
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*She returned a similar smile, bowing her head.*

> *"Hello Zaman. I have brought word from the Order of the Weave. They have seen your dedication to your training, and acknowledge your actions in saving me. It is fit to them that you begin training within the Order immediately." She smiled as she pulled a gemstone from a pouch on her neck, presenting it to him. “To this end, they have crafted this for you, to allow you full use of your body. Do you accept?”*
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*Zaman nodded without hesitation, reaching up to feel his right arm.*

> *"Whatever you and they wish to do…As long as you can help me fix…”*
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*The rest of it seemed muffled to hear. Sylva nodded, stepping forward and began to undo his wrapped up arm. She began to sing in the arcane tongue, as the gem glowed. She placed it against where his shoulder socket center was, arcane runes wrapping around it. Cries of intense pain came from Zaman, as moments later his arm of sand came into existence. She gestured towards the statues after he had a moment to recover. Zaman then swung at it with his new fist, turning the wood into splinters. Zaman took a few steps back, as the last thing he recalls is a hope that he could undo…something…*

### 2nd Day of Dawndust

#### Third vision

*His young eyes lit up as he stepped off of the ship into the city. Its lights glittered as he saw various Dragonborn walking through the city. The liveliness and amount of stalls, shops, and ads were something to behold, as he made his way deeper into it. He had heard that she had gone off world, again, and that those from the monastery had been panicking over where she would have gone. However, he had a good idea where to find her. And find her he did, standing along a graffiti covered wall, adding her own touches to it as he called out to her,*

> *“Sylvalia, what do you think you’re doing here?” Zaman calls out, starting to walk towards her.*
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> *The girl looks to him, somewhat surprised. “How did you find me?” Sylvalia asked, her barely teenage face trying to hide worry and fear.*
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> *Zaman smiled, his own teenage face feeling at ease with her acknowledging him. “Making sure you don’t get into trouble, that’s what.”*
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> *Sylvalia’s fearful look fell into one of defiance and rebellion, laughing as she smiled back. “Who said I’d get into trouble? There isn’t to be a major event horizon for another couple of decades,”*
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*She responds while stepping back after she finished the last of her artwork: a small black hole, it having a kaleidoscope of color surrounding it. She then frowns and continues,*

> *“I want to enjoy life before I have no choice but to fulfill my role in life, don’t you…?”\**
> *"What life do I have to enjoy…?" Zaman said, both in the vision and to the wall, letting out a sigh of both relief and regret.*
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