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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 13:07:24 GMT -8
Despite Abregado-rae's temperate climate, there was a very limited number of native species present, with less than ten species of large animals native to the planet. These included two species of sentient beings: the tall, lanky Gados, which formed the majority of planet's native population, and small, low-intelligent Moochers (said to be related to the Atzerrian Meeks). Abregado-rae was also one of the few planets where the rare metal electrum was found. It was known to occasionally bubble to the surface in the Gilt Gushers.
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Post by Horan Cold on Nov 12, 2013 23:55:12 GMT -8
Hours later. This is the only type of port of its kind on this planet, not a spaceport either. These ports were used by the less fortunate who couldn't afford a mere starfighter, so they built attack blimps to defend themselves. Airships equipped with Gatling lasers & shields stolen & salvaged from enemy ships that crash which happens rarely. A starfighter descended below the clouds as Horan approached with his cloaking field fallen over his ship, they had no scanning abilities on those airships. He scouted the skies and flew about the perimeter, these are the people Larec wanted him to wipe out. He starred at the encampments, they seemed like the good people here, shouldn't Horan be down there with them. Fighting for what this planet use to be, everything is wrong now. This is wrong.
He said to himself as he began another run across the skies above the encampment. People were running this time and he did not know why, there was something strange happening. He scanned the area and identified three ground attack cruisers of Abregado-Rae racing towards the encampment. No, this isn't right. I've got to help them...
He flipped his starfighter upside down then pulled the throttle back as his ship dived down nose first towards the ground, it rattled the ship as he increased in speed. He pulled up and finished it off with a barrel roll while at the same time locking on a target then firing a torpedo. It whistled in the air and found it's target, impacting with the assault vehicle and causing it to steer sharply towards the vehicle to its left and the two vehicles ignited in a brilliant explosion. The third came to a stop and turret fire fluttered into the air at his starfighter, whizzing right behind Horan. Two bolts clipped the starfighters left engine, he felt the drop to his left very sudden and battled to maintain the balance of the ship as it descended. A quick gust of air did it, and the left side of the ship dipped down as he begun to spiral out of control towards the dirt. The starfighter hit the soil breaking of its nose and flipping over as it stopped.
There was no movement beneath the fighter at first, he was alive. He looked up at the ground realizing there was no way out of the cockpit of this ship, but there was one way. He closed his eyes and concentrated, using the force to lift the small starfighter. The broken hatch fell open, his belt was released and he fell on the ground. With the starfighter still above him barely holding he climbed out from underneath just as it fell onto the ground. Then he screamed in agony as it landed on his foot, grabbing the dirt with his bare hand and screaming even louder. People would hear his screams from the encampment, but until then seemed forever to him right now.
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Post by Horan Cold on Nov 14, 2013 14:16:10 GMT -8
He must of been out for a while. After his foot was crushed he had lost a lot of blood after a half an hour with the wound so exposed in the dirt beneath the ship. At first he thought it was death's comforting embrace, but it was the warmth of a bed and the presence of a beautiful young woman. He opened his eyes after an hour of being under, he understood what just happened but he didn't understand why he was still alive and why he should be dead. His original intentions will haunt him, he was shocked because the Horan Cold he knew would never of done that, ever. When he awoke he looked over at the doctor who was checking out his vitals. For a second i thought you were an angel ready to bring me into the afterlife.
She looked over at him to her surprise that he was awake. She smirked and approached his bed side.
That answers one of my questions...you must be from Tattooine. I hear that's something they believe is real.
He looked up at the ceiling, the light almost to bright to look at.
No, this is my home planet. Thank you...for saving me.
Horan said to her as he moved his arms, and his- he moved his toes, but he couldn't feel his other foot. Was he still numb from the accident? Perhaps he was on some type of medicine which reduces the pain caused from the wound. He got up in bed and uncovered his legs, his left foot was gone. I'm so sorry. We couldn't save all of you...by the time we arrived blood circulation to your foot was completely cut off. When we got you out we could even notice without an x-ray that every bone was broken, every part of you under that ship was completely crushed Horan.
He was quiet as he starred at the sight. What would he do now, never fly a ship again, never fight again. He was broken...but he still kept his dignity. He looked at her not wanting to show any emotions he kept built up inside of him. You know my name..
Horan said as she was getting a needle ready.
Yes, we got some information from your ship because we needed a file on you. Just hold still alright? I need to give you this, it will prevent an infection. There's also a sedative in this as well that'll knock you out in about a half hour. You'll need it for the operation.
She said to him, he wondered what sort of operation he needed now.
Operation...you already operated on the wound clearly. It's closed.
She smirked, looking almost guilty.
I had to amputated your foot above the infected area moment we pulled you out. With the Jedi weapon of yours...I'm sorry. I couldn't risk the infection to spread, if i waited it could of been your entire leg gone right now. Fortunately for you, we have the technology to replace limbs. Usually Mac builds his prosthetic limbs only for our soldiers but with some convincing you'll have a foot by the end of this day.
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Post by Horan Cold on Nov 15, 2013 17:17:50 GMT -8
A day later on the exact hour, Horan had made it to the facilities doorway entrance. It's the furthest he's walked all day, he thought as he rotated his mechanical foot while leaning against the wall. He held onto the wall then pulled on his boot after he had taken a look. The nurse who was there with him yesterday noticed Horan looking outside at the sky. Good evening Horan...i noticed you get up very early to practice walking. Heading somewhere?
He starred into the outdoors and thought about what he needed to do, this chaos needed to end.
I can't leave my home in peril...I know how to end these attacks.
She approached him then, turned him and looked Horan in the eyes.
You've done enough for us. Horan, he'll kill you. Larec...he already killed three Jedi Knights. Your not ready to face him, you need to practice walking. You need to train yourself for the fight before stumbling onto his ship a crippled man. You will die.
He looked her in the eyes then.
Then...what do i do.
She starred at him, it was minutes later when she prepared a starfighter for Horan. He could get around in the ship easily with the narrow halls, and he didn't need his foot for flying the ship. 'Find the Jedi' he recalls her saying to him. Find the jedi...and prepare for the battle. A ship raised into the clouds and vanished.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2016 16:21:00 GMT -8
Phyrstal Island
Krikor supposes that he should be grateful. Eighteen years free from the yoke of duty is more than his father was granted after all, just as Krikor knows that he has only himself to blame for the fact that even under the illusion that he had been granted his freedom he never allowed himself to make any real life for himself. Krikor's home on Phyrstal Island never felt much different than the temporary bases of operation he would establish and then abandon just as quickly while duty demanded he give chase to the abomination it had been given unto him to hunt down and destroy.
Eighteen years ago, after the abomination's trail had grown cold and it seemed there was no way to continue his hunt, Krikor had allowed himself to believe that the creature he had sworn to his father as he lay on his deathbed that he would rid the universe of had either perished or, in some other unknown manner, had gone beyond his reach. It seems cruel and unfair to Krikor that, now that he has grown so very old, he has learned that the ageless obscenity that has taken so much from his family still lives. Cruel because duty and a vow made to a dying man demand that Krikor give up his illusory freedom and resume his hunt once more even though his bones are weary and weak, his reflexes have slowed and deteriorated, and his vigor has faded along with his youth.
Cruel or not, Krikor made a vow, and cannot turn away from what that vow demands of him. At least now, Krikor thinks as he prepares to leave his homeworld behind once more, he will not be hunting alone. The Qiraash woman, with her cursed gift of farsight, has sworn to help Krikor find and slay the beast that he must seek out and destroy, as has the young Mandalorian that traveled with her to shatter the illusion of freedom that Krikor held until their abrupt arrival in his life. Together, Krikor thinks as he packs his meager collection of belongings into a rucksack, the three of them may achieve what he and his father before him could not.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 9:52:36 GMT -8
Phyrstal Island
After his packing has been done, Krikor sets his ruckpack beside his door and takes a moment to walk through the rooms of the home he will be leaving behind. The Qiraash woman has not said that he will not return to the island that has been his home for eighteen years, but Krikor feels in his bones that this will be the last time he walks the familiar floors, the last time that he will look out the windows to see the majestic beauty of the sea and the coast.
Groaning as he bends down to pick up his pack, Krikor lifts it onto his left shoulder and walks from his home, not looking back. It was difficult to decide not to say his last goodbyes to the small handful of friends and acquaintances he has made among the island's eccentric residents, but Krikor felt it unnecessary to burden himself or them with the weight of farewells, which would invite questions he would prefer not to answer anyway.
It is still dark when Krikor sets out for the ferry that will take him to Abregado-rae Spaceport, the capital city, and he smiles as he thinks of walking along the water canals a final time before he meets the companions life has given him for what he feels is fated to be his last journey. So long, Krikor thinks as the first hint of Anza, the planet's sun, appear on the horizon, as he and his companions see the abomination dead before his end, he will not leave this life a discontented man.
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