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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Mar 3, 2013 8:56:21 GMT -8
Lehon's terrain consisted of oceans, tropical islands and rocky outcroppings.
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 12, 2013 19:40:29 GMT -8
The island that The People's Liberation Front had chosen for their base of operations was roughly 2,000 acres of jungle, white sand beaches, and three hundred foot cliffs. It had a large natural cove for aquatic vessels. Construction on the base began without delay, starting with the landing pads on the top of the highest peak.
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 13, 2013 12:39:50 GMT -8
The landing pads are built onto large lifts that descend into the mountain, hiding them completely. The rest of the base is dug out from the rock. Tunnels honeycomb the island. Hundreds of trap doors and spider holes where soldiers can pop in and out quickly. Booby traps are set along all the major trails that can be activated instantly from central command. Anti-air laser and flack cannons are hidden deep in the under brush. Heavy laser and missile turrets are installed into the side of the mountain. From the air nothing can be seen. A large cave in the cove houses 20 fast attack boats. The underground hangger is home to 20 T-47 airspeeders and 20 armed land speeders.
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Post by Athyna Skirata on Jan 6, 2014 6:55:52 GMT -8
Kagaht'kranak - Aliit'yaime - Skirata Farmstead
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Standing in the middle of the living room of the main house of the Skirata family, Athyna Skirata looked around the now bare room. Everything had been packed up and stored away on the transports ships awaiting her younger sister, Kiera, and herself. Things had changed since their father, the mighty Reyn Skirata, had passed on to Manda - the Mandalorian version of the afterlife, three years ago. His lovely wife, Parja, had joined him in Manda not long after his passing, depriving the young Kiera of the only mother she had really ever known since her own had died not long after her birth almost eight years ago now.
Since Reyn and Parjas deaths, Athyna had managed to enlarge the brewing business Reyn had started years ago and made a nice living for all involved. The profits helped with the upkeep of the farmstead and aided the families of those still loyal to Reyn, and to her, after his death. Her brother, Brynden, had lost clan leadership to their older brother Cuyan. Now both brothers were hardly ever seen by the sisters, thus, leaving Athyna and Kiera to their own devices, for the most part, except for the occasional visits which were few and far between nowadays. Athyna didn't mind that her brothers seemed preoccupied with other things, it helped to hide Kieras growing abilities - which was becoming increasingly difficult while living on a Mandalorian planet. Kiera understood the fact that she had to keep her affinity for the Force a secret, especially now that the new Mand'alor had declared war against ~all~ Forcelings. Athyna also knew that the girl needed more training than what she could give her, so the decision had been made to leave Lehon.
Athyna had made arrangements to hand the brewery over to Hans, one of her fathers old friends, for safekeeping and any profits he made from it would be his to keep for himself and his family. The farmstead/main house would be handed over to Cuyan and/or Brynden, whichever one wanted them - and any war ships her father had left would also be given to her brothers. Everything else, that had no sentimental value to any of them, was sold off.
Now with everything packed, even some of the equipment from the brewery, they were ready to leave at last. With one last look around, Athyna turned and exited the house, closing the door behind her as she stepped out into the midday sun of the planet. Sliding on a pair of oval shaped sunshades, she smiled as she spied Kiera running up the pathway. Kneeling down, she scooped the girl up in a bear hug. Kiera giggled wrapping her arms around Athynas neck with a grin.
"Are we really gonna go on our adventure now, Thyna?" She asked, trying to curve her excitement, as she pulled back a little and rested her small hands on Athyna's shoulders. Laughing lightly at Kieras obvious joy about going away, Athyna met her gaze with a grin.
"Of course we are, ad'ika....unless you want to stay?"
Kiera looked to be deep in thought for a few seconds before grinning widely. "No! I wanna go on an adventure and see other people! Plusss, I wanna learn more about other people an' places and learn more about how to do stuff and...stuff...."
Laughing again, Athyna straightened up and took Kieras hand while they walked along to the transport ships. "You wanna want to learn more about 'stuff', eh? Well, where we're going, we'll both be able to do and learn more of this 'stuff'.
"YAY!!" Kiera shouted happily as they boarded the main transport ship and got settled in. They continued to chat about their adventure and what they could possibly expect once they got to their destination. Athyna actually knew the people, personally, that they were going to see - and so did Kiera, to an extent, thanks to numerous holomessages back and forth. Athyna had informed her that they were, in fact, related to these people and it excited Kiera that she would finally get to meet them for real and not just through some shaky holoimages.
Once the pilots completed their necessary pre-flight checks, they confirmed to Athyna that they were ready to lift off. After a few moments the transport ships lifted off up into the atmosphere of Lehon and maneuvered toward a hyperspace lane, soon they were zipping out of sight through the darkness on to their next destination among the stars....
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 20, 2017 18:41:15 GMT -8
==Lehon expedition SL==
<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Southern Island Chain 459>
It was a small village, on a small chain. In total it was seven islands, the largest of which had four small structures on it. The islands were all fairly close & you easily swim from one to the next. At lowest tide, you could even wade through hip deep water from one end of the chain to the other. In total, fifty people lived on the island, mostly Rakata. The majority of the time was spent fishing, or generally enjoying the laid back nature of the islands. They didn't bother themselves with the outside galaxy or even the rest of the world. Which was why Katuzili had moved here.
He had heard of offworlders that had wanted to speak to him about the old days, & had accepted. He still wasn't sure why. The fighter drone flying a loop overhead told him his guests had arrived, but the rest of the islanders soon vanished, not wishing to be disturbed.
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jun 21, 2017 10:43:48 GMT -8
The shuttle detached from the mandalorian vessel that had ferried them to the atmosphere. Now under Scorsby's control the ship glided through the clouds heading towards the designated island chain. Alaric looked out the viewports, his eyes moving quickly, scanning the broken landscape. The scattered, sometimes jagged islands and channels of water that cut between them were allegedly the result of a civil war. The still visible wrecks of ancient ships was evidence of unique shielding that had protected this world before the jedi civil war. Scorsby throttled back, decelerating the ship for its approach. An attack drone was hovering over their assigned landing spot, a small landing pad, one of four visible structures.
The ship touched down down with a small thud. Moments later the landing ramp lowered in a hiss of steam and hydraulics. Alaric and Scorsby descended to the sandy surface of the island. The middle aged jedi was dressed in red robes of the jedi civil war, a blaster pistol hung from his utility belt. His older companion sported long white hair, a matching white mustache, and wide brimmed hat. Dressed much like a rancher from the backcountry of the galaxy, underneath his duster were low holstered slugthrowers.
The two men looked around at a deserted community. There were signs of life, fire pits, storage containers, some small huts, but the residents were nowhere to be found.
After walking towards the center of the island community, Scorsby took off his hat and wiped his brow, scanning the huts. "Not much of a welcome. I thought we were invited."
"I'm having trouble sensing the inhabitants, there is a peculiar energy on this planet." Replied Alaric, his brow furrowed as he attempted to illuminate the location of the islands residents.
"I'll agree with you there. I've never been to a place like this. Even the air is different. It gives me the shivers." Scorsby heard something and spun around, his right hand immediately at his holster ready to draw. However he paused when he saw the lanky, large headed alien. He had never seen this species. It looked almost reptilian with large eye-stalks protruding from the sides of his cranium. "Uh, Al, I think we've got company." The older man said quietly.
Alaric turned and took in the Rakatan. He smiled in spite of himself, overcome with excitement. "Greetings, I am Alaric Lamar, my friend here is Lee Scorsby. We are honored that you would take the time to speak with us."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 21, 2017 16:56:45 GMT -8
==Lehon expedition SL==
<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Southern Island Chain 459>
For someone that was technically incredibly old, Katuzili looked to be no later than early middle age. He wore a loose fitting grey tunic that hung down enough to persevere modesty but did little to hide the fact his body was rapidly going to seed. The only show of technology of any kind was a thin trace of silvery wire that ran from a the back of his neck to a small box on his hip.
-Katu (In Mando'a)
<Come on then, no point standing around & scaring the locals any longer than you have to.>
Leading the way to the shore, he stepped into a shallow canoe like board. There was room for both men, but the craft seemed to rely more on natural buoyancy instead of keeping water out of the sitting area. Of course, Katu didn't actually bother sitting. Instead he stood at the rear with a large paddle & rowed them out away from the other islands. Within a short time, they reached the last island on the chain. It was little more than a sandbar with enough trees to give more or less continuous shade & a small permacrete dome hut. Inside the hut was surprisingly spacious however, as the floor was set several feet below the outside ground level. There was a high step up at the very entrance though, likely to prevent water from entering. A quick glance would also show a heavy shutter that could be used to seal the door in the case of heavy flooding.
The inside was a single large room. There a cot & a small chest off to one side. A small cooking area & living area filled the rest of the hut. Technology was surprisingly lacking, with the exception of the lights & a few items in the cooking area. From the looks of it, he was not one to host visitors, as the only place to sit would either be the ground, the cot or the small chest. The cot was quickly claimed by Katu sitting on it. He did however wave in a way that suggested they should try to make themselves as comfortable as possible.
-Katu (In Mando'a)
<So, What is it you come here to hear? Glory from before what you think of as the dawn of time? Heroic tales of conquest? The secret to eternal youth & beauty?>
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jun 21, 2017 20:51:00 GMT -8
It was fortunate that Alaric had heard more than enough mandalorian in his lifetime. After the pleasantries were exchanged, Alaric and Scorsby followed the Rakata to a native coracle. Alaric stepped aboard gingerly but found it to be quite stable. The visitors sat on the floor of the vessel while the Rakata swiftly paddled them to the last, smallest island on the chain. On the trip across the serene waters Alaric considered the seclusion and absence of the other Rakatas. The paddle boat bobbed gently up and down before it slid to a stop on the sandy beachfront of the island. There was a single solidly built hut.
Once inside, Scorsby took a seat on the small chest while Alaric sat cross legged on the floor. Scorsby whom had difficulty understanding Mandalorian would need Alaric to translate for him, but for the most part he had little to ask the alien and no other reason to be here aside from Alaric's quest. The Rakata spoke, encouraging their questions. Alaric sitting respectfully removed a small holorecorder to capture the conversation, "We are explorers and historians that have come from Tatooine. There has been long documentation and study of the planet's geography and soil composition, there have been hundreds of attempts to mine the planet over a dozen centuries and..." He stopped and laughed at himself, still playing the roll of scholar. "There I go, I apologize for my enthusiasm. To make a long story short there is substantial evidence that Tatooine was not always a desolate world, that at one point there was water, plants, life. We made contact with locals and after significant work gained their respect enough to hear their orally preserved history. They indicate that a technologically superior race pillaged their world, utilized them as slaves and then were crippled. This led us to the Rakata, to you." Finally getting to the question, Alaric asked, "Can you confirm that it was your Empire that so radically altered the planet and it's native sentients?"
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 22, 2017 16:28:46 GMT -8
==Lehon expedition SL==
<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Southern Island Chain 459>
Katu was unfamiliar with the planet. Most likely, even if he did know it, it had probably changed names a hundred times over the ages.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<Could be, The Empire of the Builders covered the whole of the galaxy at its height. If we did burn it, it wouldn't have been the first slave world that burned. If some of the local slaves survived, it was likely in the last days of the Empire. Maybe even after I was stored away.>
Without a better description of the planet before it burned, a map of where it was & a phenomenal amount of luck, it was unlikely that Katu would be able to accurately confirm the charge. His whole life had been spent within a dozen light-years of the homeworld, so he certainly never visited the place himself. Given the plague & slave revolts that were already in full swing by the time he was born, dozens of worlds burned each year.
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jun 22, 2017 21:50:39 GMT -8
The Rakatan's answer was vague and unhelpful up until he mentioned being "stored away". This caught Alaric's attention and his charade of archeological historian from Tatooine fell away at the mention of what Alaric assumed was ancient technology. In his travels he had seen references to such devices that held one's consciousness. The Hutt named Motta was known to be in possession of one that he used to imprison his enemies. "Excuse me, you mentioned being stored away, I don't understand. Could you elaborate?" He asked casually.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 24, 2017 18:53:42 GMT -8
==Lehon expedition SL==
<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Southern Island Chain 459>
It was one of Katu's less pleasant memories, also really foggy with age, but he had invited the beings to talk with him about the old days.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<That was back in the bad days. Slave planets revolting in mass. A horrific plague ravening the galaxy. Technology falling silent or rebelling against us. Monstrous Xenos raiding everywhere. Things were looking worse every year & people were saying it was the end of the galaxy. Some over paid brain group came up with a clever idea though. The hundred worlds of the Archipelago would each build a safe house. These were the core worlds of the Empire. The best of the best. From each world five million would be selected. Three quarters would be selected personally for inclusion. Most were from the Builder & Warrior castes, with a strong core of leadership caste. Most of them took along family. The remaining space was handed out in contests & lotteries. A number of people rich enough simply found a winner willing to sell & bought a slot.>
Katu takes a moment to get up & fetch a glass of water. Giving him time to order his thoughts.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<There is a technology, it lets you pull the mind from a person & store it. The person is still aware inside the box. They were mainly used for prisoners & left empty as a form of punishment. The plan was simple. They would store our minds in the box & put our bodies in stasis until we got pulled back out. We were to be a safeguard in case something happened. A population to pull from after an emergency to rebuild. We were also supposed to be rotated out in a decade. So there I was in a small, fake city with five thousand others. That was the most a single mindbox could hold.>
He takes another drink of water, seeming to really enjoy it.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<It was boring. You couldn't eat or drink. You never got hungry or tired. No injuries, no sickness. Nothing ever changed. Everything was hard coded into the box, & we couldn't change it from in there. We couldn't even really touch each other. There was a day cycle, so we could keep track of time to an extent. For the first while we kept our selves busy. Meeting everyone, being social, thinking up improvements to make for the next group. Years passed. Then the decade came & went. We thought we had miscounted. That any day could be the day we were rotated out. Another decade passed. Then a few more decades. Then a century. Eventually, even the suborn most of us stopped counted. Ages ground by. Nothing changing. Everyday the same. It was hell.>
Katu stared at the glass for a long time, silently.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<Eventually, people started going mad. By that time we figured we had been forgotten, or the Empire had fallen, or anything really. Some wandered as far off from the rest as they could. That wasn't far given how small the box was. Others just started muttering madness to themselves. Others tried to stay sane by getting into routines. The rest just ... stopped. Didn't talk, or move or think. Just stood or sat wherever they were when they finally gave up.>
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jun 29, 2017 19:44:52 GMT -8
Alaric settled in for a long story. He was glad for the recording device he had brought, it was all he could do to keep up with the Rakatan's Mando'a. It appeared that the Rakata were cognizant of the conflict and at least a few possessed enough cynicism to prepare for disaster. There was certainly something noteworthy in the acknowledgement of inevitable defeat, yet the resilience to continue to plan for the future. The Rakatan leadership, at least those who designed and administered the safe houses, did not appear to have been overcome with fear. They were resilient enough even in the face of doom they prepared the groundwork for survival and regrowth. It was this sort of galactic long-view that Alaric had been looking for. He was eager to continue asking about the rationale and this Rakata's opinion on the outcome of the safehouses when the alien mentioned a certain piece of technology.
Alaric stiffened and fought down his excitement, patiently listening. He did not want to seem too eager. The Rakata had called them "mind-boxes", a fitting name. Though perhaps mind prison would serve better. The maddening boredom and inability to escape under your own power seemed to be an unfortunate design flaw and a major impediment to Alaric's assumptions about the device. He had to know more...
"I apologize if this is painful and I hope you do not mistake my questions for macabre interests." Said Alaric, preambling his questions. "How did you survive? Were any of your brethren strong enough of spirit to last until release? And finally, now that you have been freed, what of your mission to rebuild your civilization? Have you fulfilled your purpose? Do you believe in it anymore? Are the orders of the past worth your respect now?" Alaric's questions had started slow but he had finished almost breathlessly. There was a certain pleading in the questions, perhaps he could find solace or guidance in the alien's answers.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 30, 2017 20:08:04 GMT -8
==Lehon expedition SL==
<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Southern Island Chain 459>
Katu had been expecting questions. The few villagers he talked with regularly had been encouraging him to find someone to talk to about it. This had just been a surprising chance that seemed to confirm their views.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<Our bodies didn't. They tell me that was twenty five thousand years ago. The stasis units that were suppose to keep our bodies failed, one by one over the ages. We couldn't even tell when it happened. We weren't in them after all anymore. By the time the Clan found us, only dust remained.>
The question of minds on the other hand was far more complex.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<Depends on how you call survival. The ones that just shut down came out of it mostly intact. I stared at a brownish spot on wall for the whole time. Even the ones that sunk completely into their routine came through. Something about avoiding the issue & lapsing into a semi-conscious coma according to the head doctors that looked us over. The ones that tried to hold on the hardest ... well, there wasn't anything left to save.
The last was an interesting enough question. It really made him look at what they had managed.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<Look around, you stand at the beating heart of the Imperium. It may not be the Empire of the Builders, but give it a few thousand years. Yes, I think we did fulfill our mission. When we were pulled from the mindboxes, so much had been lost. Sciences, Arts, History. We lost a lot in the boxes as well, but not everything. Many of the ancient arts were revived thanks to us. Our part is done, now we have only healing from out trial left. The scars are too deep for us to be useful on the cutting edge. But we remain as a reminder & a warning that even the greatest can fall. Only those prepared to do what it takes to survive the fall will rise again.>
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jul 7, 2017 12:46:33 GMT -8
The Rakata had mentioned that their bodies had not survived, yet he was there talking to him. Alaric surmised that if the original body had failed that meant that consciousness could be transferred to other sentient bodies. An interesting revelation. However the Rakata's last response was puzzling. Alaric had expected to find the same resentment and feelings of uselessness that he had suffered from. He considered the alien's justifications, that his species survived to serve as a reminder.. He wonder how much power the last of the Rakata wielded from these islands and if the Imperium was their legacy.
"When you look at the rest of the galaxy from this heart of the imperium, what do you see?"
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jul 7, 2017 19:32:19 GMT -8
==Lehon expedition SL==
<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Southern Island Chain 459>
Katu began to make a rasping sound, after a few moments it became clear he was laughing.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<Mostly I see water & the occasional fish.>
He shrugged in a method that was surprisingly human for being a race that predated humanity.
-Katu (in Mando'a)
<I served my time in hell for the Empire. All I wanted in return was a nice quiet place to relax the remainder of my days. They set me up in this little village. Others wanted to be out there doing things. And so they are. You want to know about the galaxy, you ask them. You want to know how the water is? That I can help you with.>
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Post by Darth Akrak on Jul 28, 2017 20:55:14 GMT -8
The four shuttles that had been launched from the Necrosis streaked down into the atmosphere. Descending to just skimming the sparkling water, the shuttles held standard formation, rising up higher to catch a view of the up coming chain of islands. It looked like a small settlement. And a ship was landed there. In the lead shuttle, Akrak shifted his stance to better see out the cockpit viewport. Upon seeing the ship, he barked out orders in his harsh mechanical tone.
"There! Set us down. Secure that ship and ensure the locals don't get nosey. This is official Sith business, anyone interferes, kill them..."
Despite the hardly noticable hesitation in the pilot's reaction, the shuttles descended upon the village. As Akrak's shuttle touched down, kicking up sand, he strode down the ramp as it lowered. The slight breeze caused his cloak to flutter. Scanning the terrified citizens, he motioned to the left and right of where he was standing. Obligingly, the Storm Commandos moved to their respective locations and began ushering those whose curiosity go the better of them back indoors. Akrak, however, allowed his eyes to close beneath his helm. Inhaling slowly he allowed the Force to ebb and flow around him. This place was practically decadent with the Force. While those around him who may have been Force-Sensitive at one point, one particular being stood out, shining like a brilliant beacon. Practically calling to him. Opening his eyes, he knew where he needed to go. Motioning for a small group of Commandos to board his shuttle, Akrak spun on his heel and climbed back aboard the shuttle. He called to the pilot.
"Five hundred meters out. That small sand bar. Fly low and leave the ramp down. Now go!"
As his men continued to keep the citizens of the island at bay, though they were causing no real trouble, several teams secured the small transport. All the while, Akrak moved to the back of the shuttle as it flew over to the small sand bar where Alaric and Katu were speaking. As the shuttle neared, Akrak stepped off and began marching towards the hut as his Commando escort followed, preparing to assist Akrak if the need arose...
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jul 31, 2017 16:32:33 GMT -8
==Lehon expedition SL==
<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Southern Island Chain 459>
There were few enough living beings standing around. For one the village was fairly small & distributed over several small islands. The main reason there weren't any curious onlookers though was that all the beings in the village just wanted to be left alone to lead a fisher's life, for various personal reasons. In fact, without advanced sensors the village looked abandoned. The right sensors however would show that many of the huts, which looked more like fortified bunker domes, contained villagers. Any attempt at entering a hut would quickly find them sealed tight.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 13, 2017 19:01:57 GMT -8
==Gallicles's Hunt SL== == Monthly Whill Challenge, August 2017== <<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Northern Island 392>> This uninhabited island was actually fairly large. Measuring at nearly seven hundred square kilometers it would be expected to have several permanent settlements on it. That was not the case for one very simple reason. Here be dragons.Gallicles was a tracker & one of the Rakata that had lived in the old Empire of the Builders. He had come to the island on a job from the current form of that most ancient nation, the Infinite Imperium. He was one of the best live capture hunters in the Imperium & was well supplied with both personnel & materiel for his mission. Put very simply. Here he be for dragons.He was sitting in a tree, more accurately he was sitting in a very nice blind set high up into a tree. The view was rather nice, but was somewhat marred by the rather large reek that was hobbled near the center of the clearing. The creature was bellowing nearly constantly in pain, as its leg muscles had all been severed. While a reek would have made a handsome target for many hunters, in this case it was little more than bait. Gall was using the sound & the spreading smell of blood to draw something much more valuable. It had already been most of the day & one of the targets still hadn't shown up, despite their high numbers on the island. He was beginning to doubt the bait would show up when he noticed a very slight tremor. A moment later, the various sensors in the blind began to silently flash dim colors. A few moments later, it appeared. The massive beast was nearly the size of a small building, but the blinds were even higher up, beyond its reach. For the moment, they were also still hidden. The beast was obviously cautious, free meals were rarely free on Lehon. It snuffled about carefully for a little while, until it became clear that no other predators lay in wait. Or at least, not that were native to the island. Gall had his oversized rifle aimed at the beast the entire time, he didn't want to risk a sloppy shot, but he also didn't want the beast to get spooked & escape. As the beast finally enters the clearing properly, Gall knew he had his prize. He fired the first shot as the beast bit the reek in half. A steady stream of tranquilizer darts slamming into the beast's flank. A moment later, a dozen more rifles began to fire their own darts. His shot had been the signal. With a surprised roar, the beast tried to run, but within steps it had faltered & settled to the ground in a drugged sleep. A few minutes later & Gall was running his hands across the pebbled hide of the beast, while workers rushed to strap it securely into a large frame. The first rancor had been captured for sale to the Mandalorian colony on Myrkr. |
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 7, 2018 15:00:40 GMT -8
==Gallicles's Hunt SL==
<<107 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Northern Island 392>>
Gallicles had become bored with this hunt. True the initial challenge of capturing live & mostly unharmed rancors was nice. However, Northern Island 392 now could no-longer claim to be uninhabited. Nearly three hundred local Helots, mostly rakatan, now lived on the island full time. Four heavily protected camps where now scattered across the island. Each was built on a large clear cut swath of what had been jungle. The majority of each camp was more or less a heavily defended barracks. With, of course, a collection of holding pens & medical bays.
He had made the first capture nearly five months ago. Now nearly every rancor on the island had been captured at least once to be tagged. The camps in particular were used to keep track of the rancor population on the island. That allowed them to judge when to take members out of the population for sale & which ones to take in order to maintain the usefulness & genetic diversity of the island population. With the size of the island & some very careful planning, the rancor population was kept on a constant population bloom. The beasts could sense there was more room free, than there were rancors. This made their litter sizes much larger than they would normally be. This meant that each camp could gather & process ten rancors a month. When captured each rancor was tranquilized, wrapped up & checked for injuries or sickness. After that they were placed in specialized cryogenic units to be stored offsite, away from any possible dangers from the island.
This made the process very simple, effective & industrialized. Of course, that also made it boring as could be to Gallicles. He lived for the challenge of the hunt. With all the prey tagged & watched at all hours, there was no joy or surprise in the hunt. He had collected his last pay for helping to set up the operation, & was ready to move on to the next challenge when he got an interesting surprise. The Governor out over Myrkr Had asked for the on site advice from an experienced hunter & animal handler. Since most of his rancors from here would be shipped out that way once the set up there was done, he was very tempted to take a look.
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on May 19, 2020 1:46:54 GMT -8
THOOM
Above what remained of the scattered ruins of the once great Infinite Empire, the crumbling structures inhabited by the beasts and plants that reclaimed it for nature, the second moon gleaming in the afternoon sky. The appearance of the moon was not unusual for the planet, and the sentient inhabitants did not notice, at first, the closeness of the celestial body. More so than it was usually.An asteroid had appeared in between Lehon and its closer moon, from seemingly nowhere. How this had gone unnoticed was not known, and for some reason it had not shown on any sensors. As an hour passed, the asteroid and moon became out of sync with one another, providing the citizens of Lehon with an elongated connected shape to view. It was not until the asteroid began to descend that the true chaos would start.Waves the height of some Coruscant skyscrapers were created by the gravitational forces exerted by the appearance of this space rock, sending many of the individual islands and archipelagos underwater. Any sensors directed at the rock would overload, even partially melting. Any ships flying in the skies would be flung about, many crashing into the water below, some even being torn apart by the gravitational waves and exploding mid-air.As the descent continued, the seas began to boil as the air the asteroid displaced became super-heated from the friction of its rapid descent. Sea creatures, some not even officially cataloged as being native to the planet because of their depth, rose to the surface, dead. As the seas boiled away leaving nothing but vast stretches of what were once underwater trenches, ruins and dead sea-life, the skies went black as the evaporated seas became thunderous storm clouds, the strength of which had not been seen on this planet in its existence.The asteroid stopped suddenly, its descent halted by some unseen force. As the storms poured over the terrain of the planet and the asteroid hung in the air, a man would step out from behind what was once a tree on an island. His long white hair and beard flew around in the horribly winds, covering his face. The man gave an exasperated sigh and wiped his now soaking wet hair from his impairing his vision."Well, this isn't right."Rolling up his sleeves, the man reached into the sky, his hand covering the asteroid from his perspective. As he slowly closed his hand, the asteroid would begin to slowly shrink and fold in upon itself. The asteroid would restart its descent, landing on the island the man was on.What was once a large planet destroying asteroid was now a small crate as black as the void of space. Walking over to the box and scratching his now dry head, the man grumbled and muttered at the mess he made."Next time I'm just sending a post card."With that he turned around and vanished behind the tree he had appeared from. As soon as he was gone, the planet of Lehon returned to how it was directly prior to the asteroid's arrival. All the damage, death, and destruction caused by the giant rock disappearing as if it never happened. All evidence other than word of mouth would disappear, not even a trace of anything being deleted existing. A signal went out from the crate to the recipient it was meant for to their personal communication devices. The scanner on the crate would ensure no one but the person it was sent for would be able to open it.
To: Aya D'Ordinii
From: @#$^% !b*-Q&
Enjoy.
Within the crate was a box of less than one cubic foot in measurements of similar material as the crate itself, within were located a lifetime supply of chocolate covered caf beans, of a breed that was highly potent and mostly used for espresso, the strength being able to give the jitters to even beings of a non-organic nature. In fact, many organics may find the strength of the treats to be overkill. The beans would not impact the taste, simply being there for a caffeine source. Though the box containing the treat was slightly on the small side, it would never run out. It was as if it was connected to an endless supply of the delicious energy providing snack. |
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