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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Apr 5, 2013 3:59:38 GMT -8
*A murky world shrouded in darkness, Barab I's star was a dim red dwarf that made the planet very dark. The planet orbited the star within less than 125 million kilometers, and the planet had a day period of sixty standard hours. During the day, the planet was irradiated with gamma, ultraviolet and infrared rays, forcing all life on the planet to delve underground or cocoon itself else it be destroyed. Therefore, all species were nocturnal and adapted to hunt or forage in the evening without the risk of radiation poisoning. Because the world's oceans and standing water evaporated during the extremely hot day period, sudden
torrential downpours soaked the planet at night, forcing the natives to hunt quickly or risk being washed away.*
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Yolem
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Post by Yolem on Nov 18, 2014 13:19:05 GMT -8
The alarm of the ship still rang in his ears. The fear of the pilot and his co-pilot had filled the Force when the computer malfunctioned and the hyper-drive had it's energy spikes shortly before burning out. The relief of breaking out of the hyperspace was only short for the small courier ship had entered the real space in the gravitational horizon of a planet pulling it down and damaging the hull integrity. Crashing on the surface was inevitable. Yolem rushed through the ship to get to the cockpit and get the co-pilot out as long as she was alive. When he entered the computers were already down. There was no way one could steer the ship no data giving away the name of the planet or the relative coordinates. No time to try anything. The old Jedi wrapped the woman in the Force and by those means he carried her out of the room and got her in the back of the ship into one of the storage compartments. A last scan of the ship for any other living crew member. A faint hope that he hadn't sensed all that there had been and with a sad sigh he braced the two of them for the impact. Drawing upon the Force he tried to keep both of them in place and creating a bubble of Force energy to survive the crash. If only he could gather enough power to...
96 standard hours. That was the time that had passed since the crash. Yolem checked the chrono again but it seemed to be correct. He felt dizzy and his chest hurt probably a busted rib, maybe two. Scratches a minor concussion and a lot of bruises. Aching he felt his age even more. Of course Yoda had been 900 years before he had died but being about 800 years old wasn't quite young either. Painstakingly slow he moved over the co-pilot. What was her name again? He couldn't remember. He remembered his former padawan, being on Coruscant but not much more. Ilum... he wanted to get there didn't he? He looked at the green Lekku and at the strangely twisted neck. Gently, carefully he reached out with the Force trying to sense her life force. She had been 22. Too young. Far too young. Why did all the people around Force-users had to die at a young age?
Yolem made his way to the med-bay. He had to fix himself up. Painkillers, a bacta patch or two and whatever he could find. Also the emergency beacon would be another priority target. He sat down and allowed his mind to wander. The ship had broken into three pieces. The med-bay was in a part only a few klicks away while the bridge was further that way. Ten hours for both coordinates in his shape with the terrain around. All in all twelve klicks. A long way and right now it was day and he could sense the radiation. The ship would be able to protect him for now but who knew about the other pieces? He found himself a MRE and tried to find some rest before he could go on.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 12:45:26 GMT -8
Mikaelian awoke from his meditation. Nervousness and worry washed across the elder Grand Master's eyes but, just as soon as it was realized, it was replaced with a steer sense of acceptance.
For twenty years, the Jedi Master lived out his days banished from his precious planet of Jabiim where the Jedi Order there were toppled from growing influences of the Sith, of corruption of government, of fear. All of it played a role and the Jedi were mass-slaughtered and Mikaelian fled under pressure from his great love Isis Frye. Still seated outside of his humble adobe, in a makeshift chair, Mikaelian's eyes drifted eastward towards the plot of land where he laid her to rest when her earthly days were completed. Though they loved each other in youth, Mikaelian knew it unwise to consort with the superficial wants of the flesh.
Isis went on to marry a handsome Senator. Though the two never had children, they shared a deep love for each other and Mikaelian did his best to remain as distant as he could out of respect, but not overly distant as the friendship he had cultivated with Isis was precious to him, and to her it was as well. When the Jabiim Upheaval broke out, Isis's husband was captured and executed in the town square by Darth Aszil under the guise of "Crimes against the people".
Isis fled to Mikaelian, towards the Temple of the Jedi, and thought it was too late for the temple was a smoky site of carnage. She stood outside in sheer horror until a gentleman bumped into her. It was Mikaelian dressed plainly and not in the traditional Jedi garb. The two fled together toward Barab I. Rarely, did they speak of the cruel fate that befell not only them, but their planet and its people.
Not long after Darth Aszil took over the planet as their Sovereign, the people found their civil liberties violated. Imprisonment was at an all-time high and the economy soon collapsed. His apprentice was a younger, human, male and from what Mikaelian could remember of him was but a young boy of no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. Some say he financed Darth Aszil greatly, at least until things took a turn for the worst for the planet. Not long into his second year of rule, Darth Aszil was found dead in his chambers. His apprentice, Darth Ogmios, was never seen or heard from again.
Mikaelian, on this day, awoke into full consciousness from his meditation for he saw the face of Darth Ogmios. Mikaelian could see him in his thoughts, seated in a dark room, surrounded by countless books and a stack of papers on his desk. Ogmios was on the hunt for him and knew that he would stop at nothing to find Mikaelian. The strife between them was unfinished. Mikaelian could see, in his thoughts, a connection that Ogmios had to the Dark Side of the Force which was incredibly strong. The boy of no more than fourteen years of age, now gone, and replaced with a man stronger in the Force than ever before.
He thought to himself - "Should I stay here and die on this planet near my darling companion? No. The flesh is gone but the spirit will always be with me. Her spirit. She becomes one with the Force and, in time, so shall I."
With that, he stood up feebly and slowly walked over to where Isis, his great companion and friend, was laid to rest with significant help from his walking stick. He stood over her grave in silence and made for the town, towards a transport. He would return, to where it had all started for him and there, he resigned to himself, he would become one with the Force. The banished Jedi Master was en route back home. For the last time.
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Yolem
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Post by Yolem on Sept 3, 2015 14:41:16 GMT -8
Yolem woke up. The head was pounding a triffle of blood had made it's way from his nose down to the ground. He tried to get up but dizzy as he was he had to sit down again. Taking a few breaths he focused, tried to get aware of his surroundings and get rid of the lurking nausea that would probably send him to the oblivion of a circulatory collapse. He centred his breathing and took a gulp of water that nearly made him choke. He felt feeble and exhausted but he had to move on. He had to get to the medbay.
He rose to his feet and hobbled into the direction of the nearest exit he could use. Dizzy as he was he nearly fell and after a few more breaths he gave in. All the years he had proudly refused to use a cane to walk around and in the rare cases he used one he used them as accessoires. Nothing more but also nothing less. Now he was not sure if he would get anywhere without the use of a walking stick. He looked around and found something he could use only a little bit... the usage of the Force nearly caused him to vomit. He had never felt like this and the use of the Force being tiresome was a terrible experience to the ancient master.
The green gremlin swallowed hard and with shaking limbs he made his way to the outside. He moved slowly but steadily his eyes never moving away from the place he wanted to reach. Stepp by step, hobble for hobble he got closer to where he needed to be to find something that might had helped him. The life around him he felt vaguely. It was weak or far away moving all the time. A tremble in the ground a roar in the distance, panicking creatures ran off and a life ended. Where was he? The place seemed so cold but in the sun it would be scalding not to mention that the radiation was able to kill most living beings. Yet there was a compatible atmosphere here. Even for humans who were rather fragile when it came to this question.
His eyesight got hazy as he thought about it. The pain in his forehead increased and he stumbled to the ground. He kneeled there for seconds, minutes? Maybe hours? He couldn't say. He had to go on. He had to reach his goal or else he would die. A rumble in the sky and the Force alerted him of a danger. Creatures ran to hiding grounds somewhere safe and Yolem? Where could he go? Was he fast enough? A drop of water hit him and he realized that this was a gentle warning of what was to come. A terrible storm that would drown him and wash his remains away somewhere far from here.
He got up and looked around to find a suitable shelter before he looked straight forward again and a little bit up. He had reached his destination unknowingly as he had been unaware of his surroundings. He focused and started to leap up. With an incredible amount of focus and sheer willpower he managed to get into the safety of the wreckage and into the medbay where he closed the doors just before the clouds released their deadly load on the death trap that this planet was.
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Post by Kaan on Nov 5, 2015 18:14:21 GMT -8
The freighter touches down on the blasted wastes of Barab, groaning slightly as the landing gear takes the brunt of the force of landing. The hatch opens, and the five occupants emerge from the underbelly of the vessel. The Sith, now clothed in a light radiation suit and black cloak, steps forward and surveys his surroundings. The last vestiges of sunlight can be seen on the horizon, and darkness and storm clouds move slowly toward them from the opposite skyline, rising up into the sky like shadowy sentinels, their undersides lit by flashes of lightning. The Sith motions to his followers.
"Gamma, Delta, stay with the ship and keep it ready. We may need to leave quickly. You other two are with me. You know what we seek." he turns to face the four of them "We are, all of us, already dead men. We go into conflict to reclaim our lives. Be strong, and you will take back what has been taken. One vision, one purpose!"
"VICTORY IS ALL! VICTORY IS LIFE!"
"With me!"
The Sith Lord strides forward, his two chosen flanking him as they move quickly out into the world. The two that remain behind work quickly to establish a perimeter and set up auto-turrets to defend the ship.
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Post by Kaan on Nov 10, 2015 14:24:18 GMT -8
The rough terrain makes for slower progress as the Sith and his two soldiers make their way across the harsh expanse. He becomes frustrated as night falls and their search yields nothing useful. He knew that it would be difficult to find what he sought, but the constant delays from the sudden downpours irritate him. He also cannot shake a feeling of uneasiness from himself...his soldiers share it, but for a different reason. They keep glancing at the sky, and with good reason; flash floods and a dawn that kills are reason to be on edge...but the Sith watches the land around them. He knows the feeling well...the feeling of being hunted. Something is nearby, watching them carefully. He remains tense, ready to act should the need arise. He is startled out of his thoughts by a sharp cry as one of the soldiers near him sprawls to the ground, tripping over a rocky formation. The Sith turns to berate the man for his clumsiness and then stops, noticing what it was the man tripped over. With a smile, he picks up a large chuck of ore, slightly larger than his fist. Barab ore...precisely what he had been looking for. He motions for the other soldier, who brings him a container into which he deposits the ore for safekeeping. He orders them to move out, and the fallen trooper starts to rise back to his feet....and fierce bellows break the silence around them. Several creatures dart forward at the trio. The prone soldier barely has time to cry out before he meets his end, his blood painting the ground around him bright red as the beasts tear him apart. "Shenbits!" shouts the other, bringing his rifle to bear as he drops the case containing the ore. The shenbits move too quickly for his rapid and wild fire, dodging the flurry of ill-aimed blaster fire. The Sith has not been idle, the snap-hiss of his lightsaber as it activates rivaling the growls and snarls of the predators around him. His first strike takes the leader of the pack in the throat as he leapt at the Sith, easily separating its head from its body. The others circle as the Sith and his remaining soldier stand back-to-back against the creatures. The trooper has recovered from his initial shock, his training now guiding his arm as he stares down the jaws of death, but he does not attack just yet. One of the beasts gets too bold and too brave, and is rewarded with a blaster bolt to its eye. It roars in pain and retreats from the pair, clawing at the burning hole that was part of its face. "DOWN!" shouts the Sith as the other beasts charge. As soon as the trooper hits the ground, the Sith unleashes a wave of telekinetic energy, slamming the beasts back. The soldier opens fire, picking off another of the shenbits, while the Sith leaps forward, impaling one and spinning quickly to drive his saber through the jaws and out the back of the skull of the last of the attacking creatures. The wounded one is still backing away, snarling and batting in their direction with one of its claws. The Sith moves to finish it, then stops. "Run! Now!" he screams, and bolts in the opposite direction, scooping up the case containing the ore. The prone trooper leaps to his feet and charges after him as an ear-splitting roar assaults their ears. The last shenbit has just enough time to glace around before the charging durgolusk, emerging from a nearby cleft in the rocks, clamps its jaws around it, crushing the life from it in a second. Making short work of the shenbit, the larger predator bounds after the fleeing pair, its six feet shaking the earth.
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Post by Kaan on Nov 30, 2015 18:31:49 GMT -8
The Sith was not used to being the one to flee. It was difficult to run quickly through the darkness over the terrain of Barab, yet somehow he manages to keep his footing, staying just ahead of the ravenous creature closing in behind them. More than once his remaining companion stumbles, nearly falling behind, but each time the Sith catches him by the arm and pulls him along. Occasionally the Sith manages to quickly fling debris, rocks or dust, in the path of the creature behind them, doing everything he can to slow the beast down, but the multiple legs of the beast allow it to keep the pair moving quickly. The Sith knows, though, that one slip-up, one fall, will be their end...and luck cannot last forever. Fortunately, it does not need to. They come over a slight rise and back into view of the ship, and the Sith is glad to see his men were not idle. They notice the frenzied pace of their returning companions, and are ready the moment the charging durgolask appears at the crest of the hill. The two troopers at the ship unleash a blistering salvo of blaster fire at the beast, enough to cause it to stumble. This delay is all the Sith and the returning trooper need to make it within the defenses around the ship. With the flick of a switch, the motion sensors activate. The auto-cannons find the only moving object within their scope, and add their power to the barrage assaulting the durgolusk. The resultant attack reduces the beast to little more than a tattered pile of scorched flesh. The four stand around for a moment, staring at what was a charging predator only a few seconds ago. Finally, the Sith speaks:
"Well...that went well, I thought. Pack up, men. We have what we came for."
He makes no mention as to the fate of the other soldier, and the others ask nothing of it. It was a risk they all accepted, and how he died did not change the fact that he was dead. They could not stop if one of them fell...they had more to do. Death was easy...lighter than a feather, but duty? Duty was heavier than a mountain. Within the hour, the ship is ready to depart the planet, and escapes into the upper atmosphere long before sunrise.
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