It occurs to me that this thread would be the ideal place for a long-unresolved subplot to end itself. Probably the only place, for that matter.
There were few chambers on the Splitter flagship that were unoccupied. A fair sized, well decorated one aft of the central power node was no exception. There were several sentient life-forms within the chamber, and few of them were the same species.
One, a feathered creature, was dancing with significant skill. The largest denizen of the chamber, a towering giant with a glint in his eyes, sat on an elaborate chair, was watching intently. His gaze was lustful, yet it was not an ordinary lust. After all, the dancer held no physical appeal to him in a purely hormonal sense. However, he was quite capable, intellectually, of appreciating her beauty. He always believed it was best to view an art through the eyes of the race that developed it. He was a great connoisseur of the arts. He considered himself an expert on more arts than the average being was exposed to in its lifetime.
The other creatures gathered around him watched with less interest as the dancer finished her routine. She bowed, and the giant smiled and raised his hand. She began again, a different routine. The giant turned towards one of the creatures next to him. "Now, tell me more of this."
"Lord Melekor, I know little. You know that my race's power to see the future is greatly limited."
"And often misleading. Yet still useful, in skilled hands... which is the reason you serve me."
"Thank you, my lord."
"Speak on, Rymyn."
"I saw this Terran I spoke of in the midst of a great spiral. It was as if he were giant beyond comprehension, and stood at the center of the galaxy. The stars wheeled around him. He looked at me, and spoke to me... but I cannot remember his words."
"Try to forget. They will come to you in time. But... this Terran. He is the one you dreamt of in the past? Within whom you see great power?"
"He is light and darkness, Lord Melekor. He is like a shadow that wields a sword of purity. I cannot fathom who he is or what his purpose may be."
Melekor scratched his chin with a claw.
"More will return to your memory. I must know the rest of what occurred in your vision, Rymyn. When you have remembered, tell me at once."
"I shall, my lord." The smaller creature hesitated, shook its blue head. "I feel... troubled, though. As though some great harm shall soon befall us."
The giant frowned at his words. He knew better than to ignore Rymyn's predictions... but what could this "great harm" possibly be? Rymyn had felt such things before, and Melekor had easily dealt with the threats he sensed. What was great and terrible to the small prophet was usually nothing before the might of the Splitters.
Still, he shared his aide's uneasy feelings.