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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Sept 4, 2014 15:33:56 GMT -8
*Crystaall willingly took the lead to the West Courtyard, avoiding as many hostiles as possible as she led the group. Her grip was tightened on her lightsaber handles, and she was prepared to strike a man down with the Force, should it be needed. Using any possible cover, most of the Sith were drawn to the East, which proved useful to their situation. Something kept her on edge though. It was like it was pinching her neck. Tag saw it before her, as Crystaall quickly turned around as the door began to open. When she heard the Sith speak and lightsabers ignite, she knew the commandos would have at least some difficulty taking on so many of them. She had faced these odds before, but with the dark state Felucia was in and her own mind still having haunted memories, this would also be a hard battle for her. She came out of her wall cover, and stared down what seemed to be the Sith leader in the group. The woman was doing her best to be seductive, but Crystaall was prepared for the woman to try something like that. She ignited her purple sabers and spun her wrists with style and precision, taunting the woman with her own smirk rising.*
"If you want a challenge I'm right here Sith. Why don't you face an opponent more skilled with your 'kind'."
:: I need each Commando to pick a target while she's distracted. I can take her on, and I know each of you are capable of taking these psychotics on. :: Whichever side makes the first move, I need to trust everyone to make their first shot count. ::
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Sept 11, 2014 17:33:30 GMT -8
*Ellie turned as Tag yelled something about a door. She spotted the entrance appearing close to them. Before she could move though, Zimmy had grabbed her and pulled her down underneath a bush. As she hit the ground, she froze. It was then she heard the sound of the female Sith speaking. This made Ellie wonder just how many there were on this planet. She instinctively reached for the lightsaber in her side pouch. The handle was rough, crudely hand made with black and red cloth strips for add grip. The rest was simple in comparison to most Sith lightsabers.* ::I'm getting real tired of these people.:: *Her attention turned to the Crystaall as she shouted at the Sith. Ellie rolled her eyes, getting the Sith riled up was the last thing she wanted. But right now, it was unavoidable.* ::I'm ready for whatever they throw at us.::
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Post by Zimmy on Sept 16, 2014 11:46:26 GMT -8
Zimmy centered himself. He took one look at Ellie and her sister before closing his eyes and breathing deeply. In the space of seconds he entered into the force. He could feel the ley lines of fate spiraling all around him in shapes impossible to comprehend. Though sometimes he could hear whispers of fate, a little nudge to help him block a blaster bolt or feign when he means to strike. He opened his eyes and stayed put. He knew he had to wait until Tag gave an order. He was protecting the civilians. No time for any unfriendly sparring.
The big Sith warriors stood stoically, their sabers held in loose, professional grips, waiting for a command. The Sith woman looked at Crystaall and grinned. Her teeth were grey like a corpse.
Master told me to expect only one force wielder and I don't think you're her.
She holstered her blaster and spun her saber into a Shien grip. She clenched her other hand into a half fist. Lightning leaped from the tips of her fingers and rushed towards the ground.
He told me not to kill her. That means I can kill you.
The woman sprang forward with surprising speed, orange blade humming with glee. She swung a few times at her opponent, just testing Crystaall's defenses before springing back and assuming a guard stance.
May I ask your name? I like to know a bit about the lives I end. Helps me to savor their deaths.
Her attempts at Dun Möch were novice at best, but the way she held her lightsaber was masterful. The blade bobbed steadily behind her head as she waited for Crystaall to respond with voice or blade.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Sept 16, 2014 15:37:09 GMT -8
*Crystaall watched the Sith woman closely. Her words were that of a determined opponent, but also a controlled opponent. She could tell the Sith was reckless in nature, but she should not underestimate her. When the strikes to test her defense came with speed, she merely dodged almost every strike, only defending the ones that came too close to her, to make it look as if she was under pressure. She had to analyze this opponent with care. This would be an interesting duel, should the woman's companions not jump in on the fight. Crystaall only sighed when the Sith gave her request for a name.*
"Just like your average Sith to deal in absolutes. A show of lightning and quick speed with a blade prove nothing to me. The name is Crystaall Zekera, and I am the exile who you should fear. If you cannot sense my strength in the Force, you are either weak or blinded by your hatred. Even with the darkness of this planet being an issue, I can still take you down. I will not fall to a person so weak like yourself. Now if you are done goading me, let us see how you fare against a Jedi who excels in combat."
*With those words, Crystaall amplified her own speed, striking even faster than the Sith with her purple blades flying into the air and striking at the Sith. There would be no more words spoken from her mouth, until the battle had finished.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on Sept 21, 2014 9:57:10 GMT -8
Tag struggled to maintain control of what he could as the Sith seemed to multiply before his very eyes. The safety he'd felt by the presence of their armor units was disintegrating, Hadrix and her walkers were still approaching the other side of the compound. Hadrix, this is Tag. We have Sith Lords, we need assistance! In all honesty, Tag had little idea what class of warrior these Sith were. All he knew was that durasteel armor meant little to lightsabers. He threw himself against a stonework pillar as Crystaall and a Sith woman began to banter back and forth in between the flashing of their blades. He kept near to the captives, making sure each of his commandos remained alive and well. Hoover had run into some trouble, but was dealing with it just fine. The other end of the courtyard seemed more secure, but Tag knew the gunship would be unable to risk a drop down as long as there were saber-wielding Sith within range of its engines.
C'mon, we've got to go. Tag decided, making his orders known to all. Hoover, you keep here with Crystaall. Jensaarai, keep this Sith off our shebse, will ya? As quickly as possible, Tag began funneling the captives Westward along the corridor, ensuring their commandos kept them surrounded at all times. We've got to make for the other courtyard, where our walkers are coming in. Hadrix, did you get all that? Ali Hadrix laughed over the comms, her voice high and sweet. You bet your sweet shebs I did! And tell my lady I miss her. I'll see you folks soon. Hadrix cut the comm and Tag noticed the firing rate of the walkers lessen for a moment before a series of intense volleys exploded through the sky overhead. Tag smirked, Hadrix had them using flak rounds, normally saved for aircraft. The charges blew violently over the West courtyard, killing the lightsaber-wielding junkies left and right without completely ruining the compound itself. Silently, Tag thanked Ali as they continued shuffling the captives forward. He made sure to get word of the new position to the incoming pilots. Folks, we've not got long, hurry it up!
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Sept 25, 2014 17:12:35 GMT -8
*Ellie stood up with Tag and almost followed after him and the rest of the group. Instead she stopped and turned towards Crystaall and the female Sith, then to Hoover and the Sith attacking him. She clenched her jaw and shoved her rifle into the hands of the nearest commando. Reaching into the pouch on her belt, she pulled out the lightsaber she stored in there. The handle was identical to the Sith who where attacking them, but this did not bother Ellie, the blade in her hand was nothing more then a weapon to kill her enemies with. She activated the red blade and headed straight at the Sith attacking Hoover.*
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Post by Zimmy on Sept 26, 2014 18:49:08 GMT -8
The Sith woman cackled with glee as Crystaall rushed towards her, raising her own saber in defense with the aid of the force. Still touching ley lines with her mind, the young woman met each of Crystall's strikes with feigned ease, but a quiver in her smirk and a cold drop of sweat on her forehead gave her away. She'd never faced an opponent so skilled. She was sure that if the competition was simply with blades, she could come out on top, but with the aid of the force, Crystaall had a real chance of besting her. The woman growled with rage as she slid into a powerful Ataru stance, swinging her saber in diagonal arcs with more strength than her body betrayed. She kept the pressure on, stepping into each strike, her orange saber swinging with more and more might.
I'll drink wine from your skull! Worms will inhabit your flesh! Tonight, you meet your fate!
One of the four unoccupied Sith stepped towards Hoover, Swinging his blood red blade in graceful arcs, ready to block any slugs thrown his way. He jumped forward, ready do slice Hoover's rifle in half then continue onto the man when Ellie bounded into his peripheral. Well, her red saber anyway. He spun around to meet her, sliding into a sloppy Juyo form and stepping into a pillared corridor nearby. He met her first strike with a riposte, both hands on his saber, his full force behind his strikes. Two of his bretheren stepped forward, sabers raised, descending on Hoover like grim reapers, hoods shrouding their faces in darkness, red blades humming ominously.
Zimmy led Ellie's sister towards the group of other refugees when he looked over his shoulder to see a Sith in pursuit. He pushed the girl into another refugee and turned to face the Sith, igniting his saber and stepping into a Makashi stance, dipping the orange blade in a formal salute before jumping into opposition, gliding his blade down the Sith's and flicking his opponent's left arm before ducking away. The Sith cursed and laughed at the pain as he swung his weapon at the boy. Zimmy dodged sideways and parried. His riposte cost the Sith his blade hand in Cho sun and the final cut ended the fight in Sai cha. Seeing Hoover and Ellie engaged in combat with three Sith, the boy sprinted towards them, jumping in between Hoover and one of the Advancing Sith. This warrior was more skilled with his saber and was able to match Zimmy move for move. Zimmy grinned as he danced. It had been so long since he felt the heat of a blade in his hands, felt the hot plasma of an unfriendly saber swing just a little too close to his armor as he danced away or into a parry. His footwork was art. The Sith countered Zimmy's Makashi with Djem So, but the boy kept the pressure on, moving faster and never leaving his guard too open. The Sith was beginning to tire, but not quickly. Zimmy laughed inside of his helmet, twirling his blade in an advance lunge that forced his opponent to drop stance and run into the open courtyard. Zimmy met him blade first, blood in his eyes.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Sept 27, 2014 12:55:37 GMT -8
*Crystaall's blows were thorough and precise. The Sith seemed to see that her opponent was stronger than her, which made Crystaall smirk, but she never lost focus. The woman suddenly changed stances, nearly catching Crystaall off guard, but she re-positioned herself, entering into her perfected Juyo/Ataru stance. The blows of might that came from her opponent were almost overwhelming, but she could withstand the blows as her sabers move fluidly, blocking each and throwing in her own strikes. The pressure was intense, but the Jedi was aware that she couldn't back up the whole time. Waiting for the perfect time, when the Sith was in mid-swing, Crystaall side-stepped to the left, hoping the Sith was wide open for an attack. Swinging quickly and with power, Crystaall's blades went straight for the woman's chest. Her opponent was enraged, making this move very easy to catch an angered opponent off.*
"Maybe if you didn't focus on your power so much, you could beat me! But in your current state as a Sith, you have no chance of facing someone skilled in combat."
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Oct 20, 2014 18:50:29 GMT -8
*Ellie saw the Siths thrust come straight for her chest. Blocking it with her blade, she spun in a small circle. Her goal was to use the enemies momentum to make him slide past her in an attempt to get behind her opponent. That was how she was trained when using a long handled lightsaber, use her body as a fulcrum and use her opponents strength against them.*
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 13, 2015 17:10:58 GMT -8
*Morgan, dressed in her Felucian garb, Lokay perched on her shoulder, led Michelle through the halls and out of the base, to the edge of the jungle. She stopped and called out for her akk Rush, who was there within moments, as usual pleased to see her. She hugged and nuzzled him, then climbed up on top of him, urging Michelle to do the same, assuring her it'd be nothing to Rush. Once both girls were straddling the beast, Morgan urged him onward, to go as fast as he could; their destination was a great distance away, after all.
And so he ran, dashing down paths, through twists and turns. Their path took them along what should be a familiar one, eventually leading to a river, which they followed upstream, passing by a tall stalk with spiraling shelf fungi. Morgan heard Michelle make a comment recognizing the area, which Morgan grinned at but otherwise didn't acknowledge. Rush was definitely going full speed, the wind whipping their hair and whistling past them. Eventually they left the river's edge, cutting through a fungal portion of the jungle, full of mushrooms and pitchers and other colorful, beautiful forms. Sometimes wildlife would be present, scattering at Rush's flight, or simply watching in curiosity as they passed them by.
Rush was making good time; normally this would be a good day's walk, but they would make it there upon his back in no time. Indeed, soon they had made it to their destination: The Felucian village, and within lay one of the most spiritual places upon the planet.
The akk stopped at the edge of the village, hesitant to go further; he still distrusted Felucians after being nearly attacked by them once, and while he had never attacked one in turn by Morgan's command, he still was unwilling to be near them longer than necessary. Morgan and Michelle hopped off the akk, Michelle wondering why she'd brought her here, but Morgan only reinforced the fact that it was a surprise before bidding Rush return to the jungle for now until they needed him again soon.
Their appearance was noticed, of course, and many of Morgan's Felucian brothers and sisters came to crowd around her, excited, greeting her in their native tongue, Morgan grinning and replying to them. Some of them even recognized Michelle, which made her smile, but Morgan quickly explained that they didn't have time to play right now. This, of course, made them seem disappointed, and only served to confuse Michelle; if they hadn't come here to play, what had they come for?
Morgan asked for the Shaman Kyator, and she was informed that he was at his cave home, as usual. Morgan thanked them, leading Michelle to his home. The Shaman seemed happy to see them, and Morgan greeted him, asking him to be taken to the valley behind the cliff. He agreed, leading them deeper into the cave, through the glittering waterfall room, and down into the misty valley.
The spiritual energy was indeed greatest here; Morgan closed her eyes and breathed in through her nostrils, as though taking it in. This would be perfect; if this didn't work here, she would be greatly disheartened, but she had to try. She turned and thanked the Shaman, who declared that he would wait for them in the cave, then disappeared behind the curtain vine as Michelle led her deeper into the valley.*
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Post by Michelle Calmcacil on Jan 13, 2015 18:27:29 GMT -8
*Michelle actually hadn't gotten the chance to ride Rush before, having not been as enthusiastic about Felucia's jungle world as Morgan was; Michelle had much preferred the green pastures and peaceful forests of Belkadan, and while Felucia was certainly pretty, its vegetation was... a little odd. But now she felt like she had been missing out on something fun, as it was, and she pardoned the pun, quite a rush.
She grinned and whooped now and then as the akk carried them through the jungle toward... wherever their destination was. Maybe Morgan had just intended to invite Michelle on a jungle adventure to clear their minds and dispel their sadness regarding Jamie? Mayhaps... Michelle wasn't sure she just wanted to disregard all thought of him, but true, it was better to be happy than wallow in sadness.
Michelle was actually quite excited to see landmarks she had come across in their first grand adventure across the wilderness; she remembered how an acklay had torn at the shelf fungi when it tried to get to them, but now it seemed they had healed entirely. She remembered the river and the fungal wilds. Eventually, they reached the Felucian village, which she definitely remembered, and she beamed, recalling the times they'd spent here in the past, playing with the children, forgetting about their worries for a brief period of time.
She hopped off of Rush's back, the Felucian children gathering around. Some even recognized Michelle, which made her happy. Howeever, she was surprised when Morgan didn't seem to have playtime on the mind, instead asking for the village shaman. That was weird, why would she need the Shaman? Just to say hi? Michelle followed her, and, upon meeting the Shaman, she was surprised again when Morgan asked to be taken to the valley behind the village. The valley where she'd been resurrected?
Michelle was still quite confused, but followed regardless when the Shaman agreed to lead them. He left them alone in the misty valley, a land full of deep spirituality, and she looked around curiously. Morgan led her deeper in, and she followed, brows furrowed.*
Why'd you bring me here, Morgie?
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 13, 2015 18:54:03 GMT -8
*Morgan was searching for the highest concentration of spiritual energy she could find in this area; the more she could tap into, the better she had a chance at this. She looked here and there, but more guided herself with her senses than her eyes. There was a particularly misty portion of the ground, which Morgan walked towards. Sure enough, the spiritual energy felt strongest here.
Michelle asked her why she brought her here. Morgan turned at the waist to look at her, then grinned; she was still insistent on not telling her outright, so she only turned completely and took her hands, leading her into the mist and sitting down cross-legged on the grass.*
For something special! You'll see! Sit down and meditate, and open yourself to me! It'll be great!
*Morgan hoped her enthusiasm wouldn't be for naught, but if she were successful, well, this would be the greatest gift she could give Michelle, and perhaps a gateway into more miraculous possibilities. But she had to start somewhere, and she would need help, but she fully intended on making this work...*
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Post by Michelle Calmcacil on Jan 13, 2015 18:56:39 GMT -8
*Morgan still wasn't telling her what she was planning, only excitedly stating it was "something special" taking her hands and leading her to a particular misty area, sitting on the ground and inviting her to do the same. Michelle watched her curiously, unsure and very curious about what she was planning, but she trusted Morgan, and the girl seemed very determined, so Michelle did as asked and sat down on the grass.
Morgan didn't release her hands, so Michelle held onto them. She bowed her head and closed her eyes, clearing her mind and giving herself over to the Force. The spiritual energies flowed into her, putting her at peace, and she opened herself up to Morgan as the girl had asked. Now for Morgan to work her magic, and show her what this special surprise she had planned was...*
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 13, 2015 19:05:43 GMT -8
*Morgan smiled when Michelle complied, then lowered her head herself, closing her eyes and drawing upon the Force. It swelled within her, as did the spiritual energy of the valley, causing the air to ripple around them, tousling their hair and clothing. Morgan reached out to Michelle's Force presence, meeting it with her own, linking them together. Then, through the Force, she called out to the planet itself.*
<< Mommy? I need your help... remember that one time, when you saved my soul? And brought it here, to your world? Well, I need you to show me how to get where it was going... I'm not leaving! But there's someone I need to see, and I wanna take Michelle with me. We'll be back! But I can't get us there on my own... I don't even know how I did it before... Please, Mommy? >>
*She felt the spiritual embrace of her mother, wrapping around her and Michelle both. She almost seemed surprised by the request, but, with complete trust in her daughter, she would indeed provide her power and her guidance. Morgan just had to transcend this plane... for a short time, anyhow, and somehow bring Michelle with her. On her own power? She might have been able to bring just herself there, but she couldn't possibly have brought someone with her. With the boost from both the spiritual energy of this world, and with her mother at her back, she was sure she could do it.
And so she relaxed and let go, with a push from her mother. In her mind, it was though a spiritual manifestation of herself stood, separating from her physical body, before reaching down and helping up a similar manifestation of Michelle from her body. She embraced her aunt, and the two began to fade, leaving their bodies and this world behind for now...*
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Post by Michelle Calmcacil on Jan 14, 2015 1:07:46 GMT -8
*Michelle kept her eyes closed as she felt the sudden surge in the Force emanating from Morgan, causing the air around them to ripple, even affecting Michelle as well. It was amazing, and while she had seen this happen while Morgan meditated, she'd never felt it for herself. Morgan's Force presence met Michelle's, attaching itself to hers, and for a moment, Michelle shared in her energy.
It was almost overwhelming, and Morgan only seemed to be gathering even more energy, no doubt from the planet itself. Michelle did nothing but allow Morgan to do what she needed to do, whatever that was. Finally, she felt a sensation, like her very spirit being gently taken from her body and pushed somewhere else; had she still been attached to her body, she would have made a shocked reaction, but now she was no longer capable of that...*A short while later...*When finally her spirit reunited with her body, Michelle's body jerked and her eyes shot open, her hands releasing Morgan's and falling flat on the ground as she looked around. They were back in the misty valley, and the massive energy Morgan had gathered around them had died down. Had that... had that really just happened? Was Morgan truly powerful enough, with aid of course, to take both of their souls to Harmony?
Her eyes were blurry, but she let them fall as she smiled, somewhat sadly, but mostly out of joy.*He's the same... He always was so nice... *It had merely taken the site of him, standing before her, for memories of him to come flooding back. He was always a nice, kind boy, and he'd probably had a heavy influence on Annabelle's personality, come to think of it. She still wished he hadn't had to have died... but it was nice to know he was at peace in Harmony.
She wiped her eyes and smiled up at Morgan, at her wonderful, thoughtful little niece.*Thanks Morgie. I... I needed that. I wish we could take everyone to see him... *Or more preferably, that they could bring him back. But reviving the dead was a dark art... And she understood why, but it was still so unfair. But as long as they still had ways they could see him, and as long as he seemed happy...*
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 14, 2015 1:29:49 GMT -8
*When Morgan's spirit rejoined her physical form, she had a similar jolting reaction to Michelle, but she was also panting, trying to catch her breath. The rippling of the Force had by now died down, which had caused Lokay to retreat earlier, and he soon returned to perch on her shoulder again. But she felt strained and weak from the mere effort of calling upon so much energy to send both of them to Harmony. Not too surprising, but it still caught her off-guard regardless. Slowly she could feel her stamina begin to recharge, but had she been on any other planet, she might have been unable to make it back to Rush without help.
She finally caught her breath and looked up. Michelle was crying, but they seemed to be tears of joy. Morgan wanted to cry too a little, simply because she hated leaving Jamie behind. But she was happy to have given him some moments of joy in the realm beyond this one, which was more than she ever expected she could do, and it seemed Michelle had benefited as well, for she thanked Morgan for the experience, saying that she had needed that. Morgan smiled, nodding.*
You're welcome. I think I needed that too.
*She then frowned, looking into her lap as she thought about the other words Michelle had spoken: She wished they could take everyone to see Jamie. So did Morgan. She wished she could instead bring Jamie back, but she wasn't sure if even all her power, with a planet's at her back, was capable of that. And reviving the dead seemed to be a darksided power regardless...*
Me too... Daddy would want to see him... And Annabelle maybe... Cassie too... Lots of people...
*She sighed; she had been told so many times about how powerful she was, but at the moment, she could only feel limited. It had been so tough getting herself and Michelle out to Harmony, there was no way she could bring any additional passengers. When she felt recharged and up to it again, she wouldn't mind bringing someone else along, although she wondered if her father knew how to bring himself into the Netherworld... But if he could, he would have done so by now, surely.*
C'mon Michelle, let's go back to the base.
*She got to her feet, still not quite fully recovered yet, but as she walked, she felt her energy slowly restore. Behind the vine curtain, Morgan bowed to the Shaman Kyator, thanking him for leading them here. He did not ask what it was they had come here for, but was pleased he was able to be of service. They passed back through the caves and into the village; already a gaggle of Felucian children had formed, waiting for them with a ball, pleading for them to play for at least a little bit before leaving.
Morgan couldn't say no to her brothers and sisters, and so, at least for a short amount of time, she and Michelle had some playtime with the children, the popular keepaway variant they often played, while Lokay watched from the sidelines, perched upon the roof of one of the huts. Morgan hated having to cut the game short, as they did need to get home; this little journey had been unannounced after all. Their disappointed noises always made Morgan feel a little sad, but she promised them she would return soon. And so she and her aunt, along with Lokay, reunited with Rush in the jungle, mounted akk, and departed for the base...*
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Post by Loxie on Apr 16, 2015 8:15:07 GMT -8
Bonnie hated, absolutely HATED, these treks into the wilderness with his crew. Felucia wasn't a fun planet by any stretch of the imagination. The wildlife was intolerable, terrain was difficult, and the heat at this time of year was unbearable. Unfortunately, this was also the best time of year to harvest Kel'ting shrooms for sale on the street.
"Bonnie, get a leg up!" Rishy said. The Rodian guide was bossing him and Giul around at every turn, making them haul the packs and supplies. For four hours now they'd been hiking, and Giul was getting as annoyed as Bonnie was from the constant prodding.
"How far until we get there," Giul asked calmly.
Rishy didn't turn around to answer them, but Bonnie could hear the sneer in the Rodian's voice. "Far enough, human. Hurry your little legs and we get there sooner."
When he'd consented to be a living bantha for Rishy's smuggling crew, Bonnie was only looking at the bottom line. 30,000 Credits, unmarked and untracable, in exchange for one planetary rotation. Between dodging the rancors in the wild and the occasional poisonous ivy, it was a life threatening experience, no doubt about that. Taking a speeder to their destination was too easy for the authorities to track. So they'd left it parked at a civilian preserve and hoofed it through the protected park, under a security fence built to keep rancors out, then gone into the wild. Kel'ting sold at a good 100,000 per Kilo, and Rishy promised he knew where an unmarked grove of the stuff was flourishing in the wild. If Rishy meant to kill them all for fun, the Rodian could've dropped them in two rancor nests by now. And if insect-face planned to betray them? Well, Bonnie and Giul knew how to stow hold-out blasters properly. Rishy patted them both down before the expedition and hadn't come close to finding the weapons.
Offing the Rodian wasn't in Bonnie's list of things to do, but he was prepared to defend his share of the money. Rishy had paid 3k up front and had the other 27k stowed on his ship- the only ship Bonnie knew of fit to smuggle the shrooms into Hutt space. No other spacer in the sector would make the run for Rishy's contacts.
So when Rishy stopped to smell the air, then broke into a dead run into the foliage, Bonnie and Giul hurried after him.
And when they popped out of the foliage and saw the Rodian equal parts furious, hysterical and on the verge of tears, they understood why they were all completely screwed.
There was a field of the shrooms, as Rishy had promised. But "was" was the key word there. The grove had been a big fat target for an escape pod, still smoldering in some places, no doubt guided to the 40-meter circle of open terrain by its navicomputer. All around the edges of the field was the smoking bits and pieces of the half-buried shrooms, so contaminated with dirt and ash that they might as well already have been smoked.
Rishy was holding his hands to his head, like it was a grape he was trying to pop, babbling on and on about Ylis the Hutt and his order.
Bonnie just dropped his pack and stared at the wreck, mumbling "You're kriffing me."
Giul exhaled a huff, hoisted his pack, and marched down to the crater's center where the escape pod lay.
"Giuls? What now?"
"It's a pod," the human said. "So there may be valuable tech in there. Something to sell. Or someone who will pay to take back to civilization. Might as well make something from this trip."
Bonnie thought about it for a second and had to give Giuls credit. Guy had a point. He was going to have to give the 3k back to Rishy before the day was done since there were no shrooms to trade here. They might pick up one kilo on the way back, if they took a winding path, but the job was for 10 kilos worth.
"Might as well," Bonnie said, leaving Rishi behind.
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The pounding of metal on metal, cranking of machines, and sudden influx of light into the metal coffin left Loxie momentarily disoriented. Animal instinct told him to be in a panic, ready to lash out at the nearest predator coming to consume him. When he hear voices outside the coffin he changed that track of thought from "predator" to "enemy." The woman, Amiel, had kept him tied and sedated more for her own good than his. Loxie knew when he was and wasn't in control. People went from scared to terrified. From happy to ecstatic. From sad to upset. He could taste it in the air. But the worst was he could taste it in himself.
On the ship, Amiel kept air moving so even in the lull of sleep brought on by the needles, his scent never settled on him. Whenever it settled, he got caught in a loop. From frightened to scared. From scared to terrified. And from terrified, he had one of two places to go. His heart told him to lie down, play dead, and shut the world out like he'd done in the Kre'cha fields back home, when the enemy came. His mind, molded and shaped by The Captain after the Kre'cha fields, told him to prepare, to lash out, and to destroy the threat to his safety.
Locked in the coffin for hours as the sedatives slowly wore off and the stale air settled, Loxie's scent began to work against him.
His confusion turned to fear.
Where was he? There was light outside the window, and he heard birds calling now and then. Where was Amiel? Why hadn't she opened the door and let his bands off so he could move?
His fear turned to terror.
A loud, bestial roar tore through the outside. Something big. Something hungry. Loud footsteps came closer to wherever he was- footsteps that shook everything inside the pod. He'd struggled to get loose from the bands as fast as he could. Twisting his hands this way and that. But the bonds wouldn't give. In his mind, Loxie could picture the problem- his thumb wouldn't bend the right way to get the loop over them while it was positioned properly. His thumb was getting in the way of his mission.
The Captain always said, nothing gets in the way of the mission.
So Loxie bit down on his shirt, squeezed his eyes shut, braced his thumb against the metal wall, and sat down.
There was a CRUNCH! and a snap, and a lot of pain. More than when he'd had shrapnel in his leg from the grenade. Loxie lost track of everything after that. He might have passed out.
The sun was in a different position when he opened his eyes again, and that was when the voices came. The pheromones his body produced naturally flooded into his own body. The voices got louder outside the hull. The hatch turned. The door opened. Sunlight peeked in through the steel wall. Loxie backed up further into the wall, pushing on his broken thumb, which spiked the pain again.
His terror turned to survival instinct.
Two human males entered the door, speaking basic. Another was outside the pod- a Rodian- babbling in a language Loxie couldn't understand, but he was upset about something.
"Just a kid," one of the humans said, leaning over him. "Might be a rich kid, though. Mom and dad might pay for him."
Loxie could see the effect his pheromones were having on the humans as they got closer and deeper into the invisible cloud he'd created over the hours. Sweat started to bead on their foreheads. Their eyes focused on each other through slit lids. The farther one took a step back, then another, and another until he was outside the pod again, licking his lips as he looked at the Rodian but didn't say anything.
The first leaned forward and Loxi could see the heavy weight of a blaster outlined beneath his armpit.
The human made the gesture to reach for Loxie with one hand.
"Hey," he said. "My name's Giul. I'm not gonna-"
Loxie slid his broken hand from the binders behind his back, blocking out the pain from his broken thumb. He reached forward, tackled Giul. A boy like Loxie wasn't much of a match for a fully grown human, but surprise was on his side for now. When his arm reached up Giul's shirt and grasped the blaster, he squeezed off two shots into the humans side with it, dropping him to the ground. Not a fatal wound, but Giul wouldn't get up for a few seconds at least.
"GIUL!"
The other human was reaching up his own shirt to draw a blaster pistol, and Loxie pressed himself against the side of the pod for cover. A trio of shots impacted inside the pod, and Loxie sensed the human coming toward the door, shouting curses.
So he was surprised when the Rodian fired a shot into the human's back with a small blaster rifle, sending him to the ground and his blaster flying.
Loxie stayed put instead of going for the weapon.
The Rodian was coming closer, shouting toward the pod with every step. His language was alien, but his intent was clear. 'Come out now.'
Loxie didn't give the Rodian the benefit of a clear target. He fired off a pair of shots with the hold out blaster around the corner, heard the Rodian drop for cover, and made his move. While the Rodian was going prone on the ground, Loxie ran out the pod door, squeezing off shots with his good hand as fast as he could. Two connected with the Rodian's shoulder before the green-skinned alien fired a shot that connected with Loxie's stomach, sending him rolling to the ground.
'Stomach wound is a killer,' The Captain had always said. 'The Bad Death. If you can't kill 'em quick, kill em slow this way.'
Loxie curled in on himself in the dirt while the Rodian struggled back onto its feet, hoisting the blaster in one arm, screaming at Loxie as he lay in the dirt.
'If they think you're beat, let 'em think that.'
The Rodian got close. Close enough to squeeze off a shot to Loxie's head.
Loxie curled up tighter, let out a high pitched whine, a chain of words that might have been a plea for mercy.
The Rodian got closer. Close enough to squeeze off a shot to Loxie's face.
Loxie let himself cry, showing his face to the Rodian while he kept mewling like a wounded kitten. HE held up his broken hand like a pathetic shield that would absorb the blaster shots.
The Rodian got closer. Close enough to fire into Loxie's eye.
Which was when Loxie's good hand brought up the blaster, squeezed the trigger on full auto, and pumped the Rodian full of energy blasts.
The Rodian dropped to the ground with its finger still on the trigger.
The human, Giul, was still alive however. And Loxie knew he was the only one in the area that could tell the Zeltron boy anything about where he was, where safety could be found, and what to do next. There would be medicine in the escape pod, but the shot to his stomach would need a med droid. Maybe bacta. He wouldn't have much time before he got The Bad Death like The Captain called it. Fever. Blood out of his mouth and back side. And in a few hours, death.
He needed information and treatment. And he needed it fast.
'There's always a value in prisoners,' The Captain had said. 'I'll show you how to make them talk. And how to make them tell the truth.'
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Post by Kygrek on May 7, 2015 0:38:13 GMT -8
*To the uninitiated, one might not notice how the Force flowed through the world, bringing omens good and ill, telling of the welfare of the planet. Indeed, those not blessed with the gift of the Force would likely completely miss it entirely. But if one was attuned to the Force and listened closely, one could divine the state of the world.
Felucia was alive, after all, and had emotions like any other living being. Normally She was in good spirits, but a sudden unpredicted change in weather usually determined a sudden shift in Her emotional state; perhaps something saddened Her when it rained, or the onset of storms meant She was angry. A dry wind could tell of ill goings on, or a blemish upon her beauty, as it did of that undetermined, alien rot recently discovered not far from the Rancor Graveyard...
Kygrek, Felucia Shaman, apprentice to the Elder Kyator, was aware of these changes. Kyator was growing too old to venture deep into the jungle, so it came to Kygrek to investigate. He'd met with the Jedi of the world, seen the death and decay firsthand... Kygrek could formulate no conclusions on the substance. All he knew was that it certainly was not natural nor native to this world. The Jedi and their researchers had no concrete conclusion on its origins either. Morgan, the sky-child whose own spirit had grown integrated with the planet, had seemed more desperate than any of them to learn what the substance was and eradicated; the poor young soul. Kygrek had attempted several times in vain to purify small infected areas, but it seemed to reject the Force itself. Truly twisted...
He feared the sky-people would resort to eradicating it with their technology and weapons, something Kygrek could not help but feel would only do more harm to the world than good...
As he made the return journey towards the village, contemplating these things, something moving through the sky caught his gaze. A burning object, trailing smoke behind it. A sky-person vessel? Headed straight for the surface... Kygrek plotted out its trajectory and began to move quickly through the jungle, hoping to make good time. Wherever it landed, it had been far enough away that he hadn't felt the tremor rock the ground, but he felt one through the Force, and heard the distant boom of its touchdown.
As he continued onward, drawing closer and closer to the site of its landing, feelings rushed over him through the Force: Fear, survival instinct, greed, horror, pain... death. These things worried the shaman; the world was already under attack by biological alien disease, it did not need off-world barbarians wreaking havoc!
Finally, he arrived on the scene, beside the smoking crater where once a mushroom grove once stood. A charred metal pod lay within, and there were four figures beside it. Two were dead. One was unconscious. The fourth was lying on the ground, wounded, a weapon in his hands, but still alive.
He was naught but an adolescent.
Regardless, he seemed to have been responsible for at least part of this, so Kygrek kept his primary right hand close to the hilt of his skullblade as he stood up straight and quietly approached into the open, projecting a calming aura about him, not wanting to appear a threat.* Young sky-child, *he projected through the Force,* do not fear, I am here to aid you, should you be no threat to this world. I am Shaman Kygrek of the Felucians. May I come closer?
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 3, 2015 23:57:33 GMT -8
*As time had gone on, Morgan had begun to spend more and more time amongst the Felucians to the point that their village had become a second home with her. She had mastered their verbal language, made friends with many of the children, learned much of their folklore and culture, and had even gone out with the hunting and scouting parties. While she herself wasn't much for the actual hunting, she did enjoy observing their techniques, and most of all their craft.
She'd some time ago been given a bow by one of the hunters and taught how to use it, and often she did practice with it and even learn how to craft her own arrows. But bows weren't the only weapons the Felucians used: There were common sword-like weapons, "Skullblades" made from jawbones of certain large creatures, and rancor-bone blades, crafted from the bones of, what else, a rancor. The bones of these creatures grew Force-reactive crystals within, allowing them to be imbued with and channel the Force.
It was both fascinating and a little creepy, but, while she admitted she wouldn't mind owning one of her own, it was not this kind of weapon she had her eye on. No, some of the Felucians, mainly riders, wielded whips. Morgan knew of whips, mainly lightwhips; a certain Rodian Sith from the past famously wielded a special one. The whips used by the Felucians were mainly to help guide their mounts or to intimidate predators, though, she had been informed, they were certainly painful weapons to be struck by, make no mistake. But she'd studied their wielders, their stances, their lashes... and it had completely captivated her.
She'd asked many questions about them, and, in a controlled environment, had asked to try wielding one. It was a bit awkward, seeing as the hilt was designed for the Felucian's odd arm structure; due to this and her lack of experience, she was unable to produce a crack from the whip, but that didn't discourage her from wanting to pursue the art.
Morgan had learned a little about imbuing objects with the Force during her lessons, and when she was back at the base, she researched it more in the archives. Apparently, it was a difficult process, requiring complete concentration as one both crafted the weapon while channeling the Force into it, as well as using crystals to channel the Force even more strongly. That was when the idea came to her: Craft her own whip, and as a hilt? Rancor bone.
So she'd researched whip crafting intently, reading and rereading the steps, memorizing them, watching holos of their creation, even mimicking their steps with throwaway pieces of string. When next she returned to the jungle, she practically rushed to the village; almost literally, seeing as she, as usual, rode there upon the back of her akk dog named Rush. She'd met with the Shaman Kyator, who was aging and had already prepared successors, but she still looked up to him as a leader and a grandfatherly figure, and so he was of course the first she came to with her idea.*
"Shaman Kyator," *she greeted in fluent Felucian with a bow, eyes wide with exhilaration,* "I... I wish to craft my own whip, and imbue it with the Force!"
*The old shaman, leaning upon his staff, observed her for a moment, perhaps in shock at the young one's idea, then at last gave the Felucian equivalent of a laugh.* "You have a brilliant mind, young one," *he responded, then looked to one of his assistants, gesturing toward the village.* "Fetch materials at once."
*As the other nodded, Morgan quickly chimed in,* "And a rancor bone please!" *The assistant looked at her briefly, seemingly confused briefly, but again nodded and set about to acquire the proper materials.
She watched him leave, but her attention was drawn back to Kyator as he asked,* "You are aware of the lengths one must take to craft such a weapon, are you not?"
*With a proud smile, Morgan nodded.* "Yeah! I studied it very very closely, I even practiced with string! Which I know is easier than leather, but the Force will guide me! And I know Mommy will help too!"
*Kyator studied her for a moment, then nodded to himself, the eyes behind his mask betraying his smile—or the Felucian equivalent.* "Indeed. Mother looks out for us all, and rarely do you pursue a goal without purpose."
*She smiled, then, when the materials were gathered, asked to craft them within the misty valley, where the spiritual energy was strongest. Kyator obliged, and Morgan sent Rush off into the jungle, letting him know that she might be a while. He had seemed restless while he had waited; the akk had yet to accustom himself to Felucians, seeming hesitant to after he had nearly been attacked by them before they realized he belonged to Morgan.
Once he was clear of the village, Morgan followed the two Felucians through the caves, as usual taking in the awe of the glittering waterfall room, before emerging past the curtain of vines into the misty valley. It was small, surrounded on all sides by hills and cliffs, with a crystalline lake in the center, whence the mist emanated from; where the ground was covered with a light mist, the far edge of the lake itself was engulfed by it and could not be seen.
This site held much significance to Morgan. The pool of water once held her empty shell of a body, and her mother had returned her soul to it. Several months ago, she had brought Michelle here, and with both her strength in the Force and the help of her mother, she had managed to take both of their spirits to Harmony, to visit with the boy who would have celebrated his birthday on that day. Compared to those events, her current task was quite minor, but that wouldn't make it any less taxing.
She thanked Kyator and his assistant before they bade her good will and returned through the caves. Morgan did a slow spin as she took in the view once more, then shut her eyes and breathed in the Force. It was wonderful... and would certainly aid in the creation of this weapon.
She gathered the materials and brought them to a spot beside the lake. Idly she was thankful she left Lokay back at the base; she did not know how long this would take, and it was best someone look after the little tailring for her. And since Rush fended for himself in the jungle, this left her free to concentrate completely upon the creation of her new tool.
Everything she needed was here: Rancor bone for the handle, rancor leather for the actual whip composition, and various carving and cutting tools for the crafting. There was only one other thing she needed to do. As she gently laid her Felucian dress on the ground, she had the fleeting thought that this was kind of silly, but this way she felt more pure, able to be more at one with her creation.
The thought gone, she knelt down and took up her materials, recalling the instructions she had studied and practiced relentlessly; but this was the real thing, and there was no room for error. But she had both the Force and her mommy to guide her in this task... she would be fine. She took a deep breath and released it regardless, then considered the length of both the handle and the whip itself. The whip couldn't be too short, as she would have liked to keep it with her into adulthood, but at the same time it couldn't be too long. She laid out some leather, looking at it from a distance, considering an adult's reach and attempting to scale it down; most adults she was used to were really tall, after all.
Eventually, she decided on a whip that was a little longer than her daddy was tall, and began to cut the strands. She recalled that she needed a solid piece for the fall, so she also cut one of those. The cracker at the tip she would weave from sinew, the same material as her bowstring, but that was for later.
There was plenty of leather prepped, and the whip needed three layers of it: Three bellies, and the outer body, all of which to be woven from leather. This was going to be tricky and consuming... She took another deep breath before turning to the bone she was given. While the hilt needed to be much smaller, it was fortunate rancor bones were large; she could carve them down into a perfect size without worrying about carving too far into the hollow part of the bone. This was where her lightsaber came in handy, allowing her to cut out a piece somewhat larger than she required. The rest would be whittled down with the tools the Felucians gave her, otherwise it would feel like cheating.
This felt like the most time-consuming aspect of the entire creation process, but it had only just begun. After many scrapes and picks, she had carved it down not only to an appropriate size and shape, but had also carved into one end to create grooves to loop the leather strips into for the actual whip creation process.
And so it began... This was no simple weaving process either, and despite her repeated practice, it felt completely different. Not only that, but she also had to focus and channel the Force into the leather as she weaved. It was tricky and she fumbled at first, but she stopped and closed her eyes. Emptying her mind and taking a deep breath, she drew deep upon the Force, upon the spiritual energies present in this valley, and upon the aid of her mother, the planet itself. As the energies grew around her, she felt the customary ripples of wind that also formed about her, undulating the grass, waving her hair, stirring the mist about her. Releasing her breath, she opened her eyes.
The work became smoother, and she felt as though hands were guiding her in the weaving; her mother's hands. She projected not only the Force into the strands as she wove, but spiritual energy, and the will of her mother. She wove and wove, her fingers becoming sore and even a little blistered. This certainly didn't help, but the comfort of the Force and her mother were more than enough to keep her going, attempting to change her methods up to prevent further blistering and aggravating the ones that were forming already.
She wove the bellies. She began weaving the body into the bone handle, and then over the bellies. The weaving was tight, flawless, flowing with energy. She took the process slowly and deliberately, making sure every movement, every loop, every knot was perfect; mistakes were out of the question. She crafted and channeled, long since having felt the fatigue, but not allowing herself to rest lest the process be for naught. It continued until at last she reached the tip, where she completed the body of the whip and was able to attach the fall. The hardest steps were complete... She took the sinew and began weaving the cracker, which fortunately was much more similar to using the string she practiced with; the only difficulty came from concentrating while continue to channel the Force through the sinew, as well as the blistering.
When she tied the final knot, she almost released her hold on the Force in relief, but, with a small bit of fright, managed to hold onto it; it wasn't yet done, not at all. She kept her hold on the energies present and focused it upon the whip's entire entity, the winds still swirling about her. She had to become one with the whip... then infuse the crystal-laced bone handle with the Force. It was said that the meditation process to become as one with the weapon could be difficult, but not for Morgan; the whip was built completely of materials made from the world she shared a connection with, and forging that oneness with the whip was a simple task.
Now came the final, most important task: Charging the crystals with the Force, and permanently infusing the whip with the Force. As a result of her deep meditation, the whip had begun to levitate before her, the hilt stationary, the strand curling in the air about her, almost snakelike. She kept her hold on the weapon through the Force and began to charge the crystals with energy... the energy of the Force, of the spirituality of this place, and of her own mother. She did not know how long this lasted, but it could have been a very short time, or a very long time.
At last, she felt it: The whip was alive. She gasped and opened her eyes as the handle fell into her bare lap. Trying to control her breathing, she snatched it up, then held it up before her eyes on her open palms, as though it were a sacred, holy item. The handle sparkled faintly, while the body of the whip seemed to faintly glow purple. It was complete... and most importantly, it was a part of her. She finally properly gripped it in her right hand, standing as her left hand trailed along the whip's body, ignoring the tingling when it slid across her blisters. She pulled her arms apart slowly, holding up the whip's length as much as she could in her small arm span. It was beautiful... and all her own handiwork!
She grinned through heavy breaths, then knew she had to whip it, just once, to get the feel of it. So she spread her feet a bit and planted them, taking up a stance she felt was appropriate. She felt the guiding hands of her mother once more as She helped Morgan draw her right hand back properly, then direct her on how to properly lash out. Morgan remained in the ready pose for several moments, then, at last, she lashed the whip forward.
The crack echoed off the surrounding hills and the mist itself. Morgan stared ahead of her in disbelief. Then she grinned again.* "I did it!" *she declared with a pleased giggle. It was complete, it was hers... now she just had to practice with it, much like her bow. As it was alive and an extension of herself, she liked to think that she would have an easier time learning how to use the weapon... hopefully.
She gathered her materials, donning her dress once more and curling the whip about her shoulder, where it seemed to perch willingly. She was tired, and also very hungry... She almost didn't want to know how long she had been working on the whip, but that knowledge was inevitable.
Returning to the village, Kyator greeted her, immediately noticing the whip about her shoulder and informing her that he had heard the heralding crack echoing from the cave. She smiled and unwrapped it to show him its full length, but it was now she noticed more than just the purple hue: A faint mist seemed to be emanating from the body of the whip as well. Morgan was amazed, and even the shaman seemed intrigued by this.
Morgan was given excellent care upon her return; it was now very late at night, and her efforts had taken the entire day. She was given food, water, and a place to sleep in the hut of one of her friends, Ch'lonna. She slept in late, the Felucian girl's mother having to shoo other children away, realizing how much work Morgan had put into her new tool and how much she needed the rejuvenating sleep. After awaking, Morgan spent a couple of hours in the village playing with the kids and showing them her whip, though refusing to demonstrate it in front of them just yet.
Before leaving, she thanked Shaman Kyator for his help, then stood at the edge of the village, calling out for Rush. The akk seemed happy to see her, perhaps concerned at her long absence; to him, these were to be expected at the base, but not here in the village. Even he seemed to take notice of the enriched object wrapped about her, but otherwise did not seem to be concerned by it. Morgan climbed up on his back, bid the village farewell with a wave, and had him return to the base; it was time for more studying and even more practice, and she would be more than pleased to show her creation to her friends and family...*
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Post by Icrarusk on Jan 6, 2016 12:40:19 GMT -8
The buffeting of the capsule increased, vibrations rattling Steclan's teeth as the craft jostled and bumpped its way toward the planet, racing at a more than desirable speed. Steclan closed his eyes, his arms were damp from sweat as his hands braced against the sides, his skin blanched from the exertion, he hoped and prayed, how he hated those two scoundrels, how he hated himself, dam fool.
There was an almighty bang and the vessel flipped, Steclan was certain the craft was made from paper, it groaned and shrieked, the agony of the metal reflecting that of the lone occupant, he were at the point where any end would at least be an end. Yet the craft held, mud and stone spattered against the surface of the now stationary craft like rain. In disbelief the Stennes Shifter patted himself, no holes, he was alive, upside down but alive. He looked out through the small oval window but all he saw was a shade of sky and mud. In his jubilation at having survived he unwittingly slapped his sweaty palm against the release lock and regretted it as he fell with an ungaingly thud against what now served as the floor. He took a moment to run his head and wiggle his fingers, once more checking he hadn't broken anything, he let out a slow breath and sat upright, this time he was more careful. Instead of rushing he grabbed a survival pack and a med kit, some glow sticks and a waterproof poncho before hitting the large illuminated button, and as Steclan had done previously the craft sighed with him as the pressure seal was broken, the hatch fell away and in rushed a tangy strange air, but certainly breathable. Steclan bumpped down his booted feet landing with a squalch on the muddy ground. Then he pulled out the small datachip and inserted it into the reader, he cycled through until a live map signalled his destination and then he saw where he was and groaned. He was at least twenty clicks south of the temple, he had a long walk ahead across a strange planet with God knows what on it and it was reaching mid day. He hoisted the pack upon his shoulders until it was a more comfortable fit and then he set out, for the unknown.
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