Post by Alaric Lamar on Sept 9, 2013 9:17:43 GMT -8
Alaric could deny the truth no longer. HIs ship had crashed and they had not bee rescued. The way the sith spoke much time had passed and Alaric felt a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Fayian's prophecy had come true... They would awaken in a time of shadows and uncertainty. The lines between good and evil so blurred that both jedi and sith were at a loss. The galaxy would lack focus and direction, years of stagnation would leave it broken and divided. Alaric almost found himself agreeing with the sith's idea to free the sleeping crew and prevent them the horror of revelation, but he quickly pushed that thought away. That was not the jedi way. The darkside pressed heavily against his mind now.
"How did you get access the archives?" Asked Alaric incredulously. Had the galaxy really fallen that far where the archives were undefended? The sith now advanced upon him, and Alaric took an instinctive step backwards. It was that backward step that saved his nose from the bright sting of his saber. The blade passed close enough to burn it however and Alaric cried out. "I will tell you where she is if you tell me how long we've been in stasis and what your plans are for her."
Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 9, 2013 14:37:03 GMT -8
"How did you get access the archives?"
"The first time was during the war, after sacking the Temple... but I have been there many times since." Jud smiled. "It's easy to fool those who fool themselves, with dogmatic beliefs that blind them to the simplest truths." Jud could feel the Jedi's doubts, his concern, he conflicting feelings, and his unwillingness to believe what Jud was saying to be fact more than Sith fiction. "Don't judge them too harshly. The Order has gone through much since your deep sleep. They are a pale comparison to what we were in the height of the Republic." Jud continued, nodding his head. "But you'll see soon enough what I mean..."
"I will tell you where she is if you tell me how long we've been in stasis and what your plans are for her."
Jud disengaged Alaric's saber, and handed it back to him. "Fair enough..." Jud said making sure to tuck the saber back onto Alaric's belt. "I'm a man of my word, and I won't be using your saber again. As for Fayian, she holds information that pertained to me." Jud stopped, as if calculating how to finish his explanation. "She had told me she had visions, visions of me, before the fall, before I was Jud'dayus... but I never had the chance to speak with her. The Order had been split, and one of the most gifted seers of our time disappeared. Never to be seen again." Jud started to pace, he did this as others would tap a finger or nervously shake a leg. It was a response to talking about information that had to do with his past, with how he was, with a man that no longer existed, and would never return. Jud looked at Alaric and wondered if he was starting to recognize the man before him? It wouldn't be impossible, yet it wouldn't be easy with the changes that had taken Jud's young visage away. "When I found the classified documents of this mission, of this ship, and the name of the one woman that said she knew something of my future. I had to find her, even if she were dust. I'd still be able to gleam something from her. but to have her alive, that is more than I ever bargained for."
Jud stopped pacing. "I won't harm her. That I think you can tell is the truth?" Jud looked at Alaric's arm and frowned regretfully. "I'd suggest you wake the rest of the crew as well... you need medical attention." Jud turned to look back down the long corridor that lead directly to the bridge, then back to Alaric. "Would you rather me get what I need on the bridge; so you can rouse a small army against me, or would you rather me stay here and wait, then leave with my new knowledge and prize?" Jud smiled. "I leave the choice to you... Alaric."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you... I have uses for you."
Post by Alaric Lamar on Sept 9, 2013 16:40:26 GMT -8
The sacking of the temple? Had the sith really advanced to the Core Worlds? Had Malak... No... Alaric could tell that the time of Malak had long since passed. What had happened? At least the order still existed. That's what the sith had alluded too albeit as a shadow of it's former self. If Alaric and Fayian and Roblio and the others could make contact, they could ascertain the truth and bolster the order.
Alaric accepted his lightsaber and felt a bit of his strength returning as his right hand wrapped around the cool metal of the hilt. He savored holding his saber again before returning it to his belt. Alaric listened carefully to Jud'dayus' story and couldn't help but nod. Fayian had relayed a vision to him as well, though it was cryptic as hell. She did have a gift for foresight, there was no doubting that, but what did the sith truly want with this gift? A seer was a very powerful ally... The sith had proved himself at least to this point to be an amiable sort. There was something particularly unsith about him. Having dueled him briefly, Alaric was sure that if he unfroze Fayian, together if need be, they could defeat him.
"If what you say is true and the world which we once knew is long since faded to dust, then I shall wake Fayian. She is the wisest of our party. Unless you'd rather me summon the whole crew and all the knights aboard? The soldiers may be disoriented but I assure you a man like Roblio Marte will sense you in an instant and the others will not be so far behind. You defeated me, but you could not defeat 4 more." Alaric looked at his arm and grimaced. He might lose it. "Killing you would be unfortunately counter productive. I can see the ship is inoperable and I would assume you have a vessel. We need you to contact the Republic. Consider the offer while I wake Fayian. If you refuse, I'll wake the others as well and you will die." Alaric stepped away from the sith's immediate range before walking unsteadily past him and down the rows of Cryo-tubes. He came to his pod and then past Jason's and Meela's before finally coming to a stop. Wiping the frost from the front of the tube, he saw the beautiful, silver haired jedi. He hesitated just for a moment before reaching out with his right hand and fumbling with the controls activated the de-cryo process. Steam enveloped her figure and in short order the tube opened and she fell forward. Alaric moved stiffly to catch her with his good arm. "my lady, are you alright?"
Silver eyes opened. "Alaric. Has it been this long already? What happened to your arm." She said with a gasp. Her willowy arms found Alaric's chest and she pushed herself up. Her eyes shifted and found Jud'dayus' form, she looked between him and Alaric's arm. "I'm sorry Alaric, I did not know he would be so aggressive, I should have warned you. I remember you dark one... But you were not so dark when last we spoke." She said in a soft musical voice. She stepped forward slowly, majestically, her white robes hung loose and trailed across the floor.
Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 9, 2013 21:29:39 GMT -8
"If what you say is true and the world which we once knew is long since faded to dust, then I shall wake Fayian. She is the wisest of our party. Unless you'd rather me summon the whole crew and all the knights aboard?
Jud just followed the Jedi as he spoke, with his single eye. "What I've said is most certainly true. Can you not feel it, Alaric?" The Sith said with a slight amount of aggravation in his voice, as Alaric continued... giving Jud an ultimatum for the first time since their initial meeting. "Wake who you want, I'm not threatened by your posturing, Jedi."
"The soldiers may be disoriented but I assure you a man like Roblio Marte will sense you in an instant and the others will not be so far behind. You defeated me, but you could not defeat 4 more."
Just then Alaric mentioned a name that made Jud smile. "Marte?" Jud laughed. "You think someone that big could keep up with me?" Jud continued to laugh, but then stopped abruptly. "How did you fit that gundark into a stasis-pod?" Before laughing again. Four? The Jedi thought that four was too much, maybe a challenge, but Jud had the upper hand in this situation. He had the planet to aid him, Alaric may have the numbers but was missing the simple point; Jud had dominion here. Did the Jedi really think that all Jud was capable of was saber dueling? If so, he was more of a fool than Jud had originally thought.
"Killing you would be unfortunately counter productive. I can see the ship is inoperable and I would assume you have a vessel. We need you to contact the Republic. Consider the offer while I wake Fayian. If you refuse, I'll wake the others as well and you will die."
"Oh?" Jud said, to yet another ultimatum. "You're filled with renewed vigor. I like it. I actually would like nothing more than to test my abilities, and your amusing theory's on my inanimate demise... but I will do as you have commanded, sir." Jud answered, bowing whimsically to the Jedi.
Jud watched as Alaric, entered his code and started the Pod's process in reanimating Fayian. There was a tightness in Jud's chest for a moment. He never thought he'd have the chance to actually see the woman again, but here he was, and as Fayian clumsily got to her feet Jud lowered himself to one knee, bowing his head deeply.
I remember you dark one... But you were not so dark when last we spoke."
"You honor a dead man, milady Dar... but thank you none the less. It is good to see you among the living. Truly, it is." Jud said calmly, in a voice that sounded different from the hollow rattlings that Alaric had become accustomed to. It sounded youthful, determined... familiar, but the Sith never raised his head to look upon the woman. "As you can see..." Jud pointed in the general direction of Alaric. "The knight and I had a minor disagreement. I apologize for my actions."
Jud finally looked up to Fayian, taking down his hood for the first time since entering the ship. His red eye now it's natural color, hazel. The face that met both Jedi was that of a young man, his skin was slightly tanned, and his long chestnut brown hair was put up into a tight knot, with the exception of two ceremonial braids on either side of his head. Jud used his abilities to show his dead face, the one which they would both recognize. "I have waited a long time, Fay..." Said the young man as he got to his feet. "A very very long time."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you... I have uses for you."
Post by Alaric Lamar on Sept 15, 2013 14:55:47 GMT -8
Alaric had the uneasy sense that he was now out of his league. Fayian's connection to the force had remained almost untouched by the dark presence here. He could feel it radiating off her, a bright light in the darkness. The jedi and sith had squared up, with Alaric almost being forgotten in the sidelines. Alaric was taken aback by the sith's transformation. First it was his voice that became softer and more youthful.The sith's red eyes had dulled and when he removed his hood he was the image of a young man, certainly not the mummified, skeletal face that Alaric had glimpsed during their duel. How could someone, even a sith, survive so long?
"Dante Calibar... A Revanchist... and a hero of the Republic." Said Fayian as she studied the man. Her voice quivered a little as inside she wrestled with a memory and a revelation.
Alaric sneered at the sith. "A Revanchist? Of course. Turning your back on the council, falling to the darkside and plunging the galaxy into another pointless conflict."
"Calm yourself Alaric. You will fight the council in your own way as well, or have you forgotten what I told you before stasis?" Alaric averted his gaze. "Tell me Dante, why have you remained here so long?.. Wait... I see now... I remember speaking to you before. I can only assume that the prophecy has not been fulfilled?"
Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 17, 2013 12:23:00 GMT -8
"Dante Calibar... A Revanchist... and a hero of the Republic."
Jud just nodded his head as his dead name was given voice by the woman. There was nothing to say on the matter, he had been Dante, but nothing could bring that man back. Nothing could ever clean the blood off his hands to bring the Jedi knight of his youth back to the world of the living. Jud knew Fayian could feel that, feel the fact that the man she once knew was there, but only by the thinnest of threads.
"A Revanchist? Of course. Turning your back on the council, falling to the darkside and plunging the galaxy into another pointless conflict."
Jud just shot Alaric a look, followed by a huff of annoyance. His youthful veil shimmered for a moment regressing enough to show the true man beneath. "I did what I had too..." Jud youthful exterior smirked. "You'd know nothing of doing what is right."
"Calm yourself Alaric. You will fight the council in your own way as well, or have you forgotten what I told you before stasis? Tell me Dante, why have you remained here so long?.. Wait... I see now... I remember speaking to you before. I can only assume that the prophecy has not been fulfilled?"
"That is correct..." Jud said with a nod. "Though I have no clue if or if not the prophecy has been fulfilled. You were never able to finish it for me." Jud looked at Fay intensely, wishing her to continue. "Please continue..."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you... I have uses for you."
Post by Alaric Lamar on Sept 17, 2013 14:52:56 GMT -8
Fayian slowly approached the Sith. Her robes billowed about her feet as the force swirled around her. She called upon it and it answered her even in this dark place. Her hands reached out, her delicate fingers reaching towards the sith's youthful visage.
"No, my lady!" Said Alaric with concern as she was about to touch the sith. He made a move towards her, his good hand gripping his saber.
The woman ignored her companion. She was no longer Fayian Dar, Jedi Knight, she was now a vessel for the force, it's physical manifestation of will. As her hands cupped the sith's cheeks, her eyes went completely pale and she let out a shriek accompanied by a wave of the force. The explosion of force energy knocked Alaric away, prevented him from interfering. The force wave also hit the rows of stasis pods... A connection between dark and light were made as Fayian's skin brushed against Jud'dayus. She saw flashes of the galaxy through his eyes and in return she spoke the prophecy once again... "The darkness will slander the father of lies. The Temple of sand remains still. The daughter of light and the son of dark will be sacrificed for he sins of father. Darkness clouded. The endless quest will end as it was begun. Ashes. Jud'dayus will remain when all is ashes. The endless will continue to take. there will be no end to the flame. Bakura will be the pivot. They cannot keep you alive in the endless sand. A new daughter will reign with the lost son... Balance will be restored. Balance. Jud'dayus. God..." Fayian then fainted, her powers exhausted by the endeavor. Several meters away, Alaric struggled to rise.
Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 19, 2013 21:30:40 GMT -8
Jud didn't shy away as Fayian neared him, the aura of her presence enveloping his own. It wasn't a smothering feeling, actually it was quite the opposite. It was calming, soothing, and the Sith gave the sensation a quaint smile as he felt the young woman's hands caress his cheeks.
It was then Jud grimaced as he felt the Force press in on his skull, and the tendrils of the seer's power vine their way into his very mind. Jud didn't scream out, though he wanted to. Instead he grit his teeth and allowed Fay access to his mind, his darkest secrets, his deepest desires, his monumental regrets. As Fay spoke her vision's cryptic tongue, flashes of images staccatoed through Jud's mind faster than he could have ever been able to decipher them. They were blurred and jumbled, and just about as nonsensical has the seer's babblings. Except for one word; God.
The pressure on Jud's skull intensified just before Fay's final word, as the connection was severed and Fay slumped to the bay floor. It took a few seconds for the Sith to regain his composure and figure out where he was. "Oh, Fay..." Jud said as he unclasped his cloak and draped it over the Jedi with great care. "Thank you." Jud said softly pushing the hair out of the woman's face before lifting her off the floor, turning towards Alaric.
"She's weak, but will pull through..." Jud said softly as he walked over towards Alaric, laying Fay on the floor before him with tender care. "I take my leave of you Alaric." Jud bowed to the Jedi before looking around to the stasis-pods that seemed to be thawing. "Seems like you'll have your hands full in a moment. Oh, hand..." Jud allowed a grin to cross his ancient face, as he turned his back to the Jedi and started towards the bridge. "I'll make sure to have a transport signaled for your rescue, as soon as I'm free of this planet's hold."
Jud stopped for a moment at the precipice of the hangar bay and the corridor, as the first of the stasis-pods started to open. "I hope to see you again, Alaric..." Was all the Sith said before disappearing into the darkness of the corridor.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you... I have uses for you."
Post by Alaric Lamar on Aug 8, 2016 13:57:19 GMT -8
Alaric's vision had begun to cloud as pain, exhaustion and the toxicity of the dead world began to erode his willpower. He no longer had the strength to grip his saber which slipped from his grasp, it's green blade retracting into the hilt, therefore he was unable to act as the Sith gingerly placed Fayian on the bulkhead next to him. He hazily thought that it was odd for the sith to show such compassion and he tried to follow the train of thought but in a moment it was lost to him as was the Sith. Unable to recall seeing the man leave, Alaric's head began to droop...
"Knight Alaric! Knight Alaric!" Called out several mechanical voices. The jedi opened his eyes to the approach of a rusted squad of combat droids. "Are you functional?" Asked the lead-most droid, the others fanned out on either side, their joints creaking as they slowly brought their weapons up, gyros in their metal necks creaked as they scanned the room. "Yes." He replied weakly. As he grabbed onto the arm of the droid to pull himself up he ordered the ship be searched for the Sith. "Your orders chance of successful completion is below the acceptable threshold, we cannot comply." replied the droid, in response to Alaric's pained protests the Shepard AI, speaking through the combat droid succinctly explained that the combat droids were minimally functional and would be a waste of remaining power cells to searched the ship and or engage a sith.
"Remaining?" Asked Alaric, his mind still foggy. "Affirmative. We have used 87% of our powercells in order to protect the ship from lizardlike creatures and for forays and surveys of the planet." Forays? Surveys? brow furrowing, the jedi tried to make sense of it all and then all at once the reminder that time had passed on. "Sir? Sir, I am attempting to communicate that this planet is not nor will it ever be suitable for habitation."
Alaric was assisted by the droids in making an arduous trek across the slanted, sometimes broken hallways of the ship to reach the nearest aid station. Behind Alaric, a droid had given up his ancient blaster rifle and now held Fayian in its arms, the seer was still unconscious from her brush with the sith. Alaric conversed with the AI, his heart sinking and his mood darkening with each passing step. Shepard relayed that for many years the ships distress beacon had attracted no attention, he theorized it could be because their technology was too old to be picked up by changed transponder frequencies. Furthermore the planet was more or less deserted and uninhabitable aside from monstrous lizardlike creatures that were strong enough to pull the ship's component of droids apart. Shepard described that most of the combat droids were destroyed in fighting with the lizards in the first few months of the crash, since then the lizards have avoided the ship, it becoming something of a taboo to them. There was only 1 significant structure in any direction, however Shepard had no information about it as all droid patrols were destroyed by lizards before reaching it.
From bad to worse, the medical stations were unable to provide the necessary medical care to heal Alaric's maimed arm... The Kolto had long gone stale... Fortunately the steroid packs were still good and he jabbed three of them into his leg. His pupils dilated and he gasped as the cobwebs in his head vanished, replaced with crystal sharp cognition. Alaric quickly applied antiseptic and painkillers to the deep burns and wrapped his arm bandages and painfully placed it in a sling. Tending to Fayian, who had been laid on a operating table, he reached out with the force and was relieved to find her spirit strong. However he was unable to coax her out of her force induced sleep and he resolved to leave her resting as he tried to take stock of his new reality.
Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Aug 11, 2016 12:48:21 GMT -8
The Firespray of the Bloodrage Pirates swooped low over the barren terrain of Malachor. The patrol craft was homing in on the source of the distress signal but Arkan did not want to tip his hand at this early stage. Once he was sure the ship was close he ordered the pilot to land. Luckily his chosen landing zone was obscured from view of the Republic Cruiser by a rather large and jagged rock formation. The pirates had landed on this formation and there was a very dangerous cliff between them and their victims.
Once the touchdown procedures were complete Arkan strode from the small vessel. The landscape was bleak and the small band of pirates seemed to be the only thing that isn't a rock formation for miles. The pirates had already fanned out, weapons ready for a fight and prepared for when their Captain disembarked the vessel. The Captain was more relaxed, his weapon was still holstered as he began to walk towards the edge of the cliff.
As the small group of warriors approached the edge of the rocky face, they began to crawl. Soon enough their helmets poked above the cliff and they were rewarded. A Hammerhead-class Cruiser, a badly damaged one, lay before the greedy eyes of Arkan Bloodrage. Such a ship may have some powerful starfighters on board and would surely have some heavy munitions and small arms. The pirates continued to watch the ship for signs of life for a short time but Arkan's eyes were turning greener and greener. He wanted his reward and there seemed to be nothing to stop him.
“You two, fan right, you two, fan left, you two, with me. Secure the area and keep in contact, who knows what's inside that wreck!”
The Captain gave his orders while pointing out his troops and their general heading around the ship. That was the easy part, the hard part was descending the cliff in front of them! The seven of them slowly began to climb down the jagged rock face in three distinct groups. Only their steely nerves would keep them from falling and becoming ex-pirates!
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Aug 12, 2016 9:45:24 GMT -8
Roblio Marte, the most experienced and powerful jedi of the group roared with anger. He took a step forward and had to be restrained by Jedi Sentinel Jason Grey and Alaric. After stabilizing Fayian and taking enough painkillers to numb a rancor, Alaric had debated whether or not to free his companions from stasis. He was disgusted with himself that it was even a question, but he was on a dark world, with dark thoughts and a reality shattering revalation that all he had known was long since gone. He finally relented and first unfroze the jedi most-likeminded and well reasoned of the group, fellow jedi Sentinel, Jason Grey. Upon learning of the situation, Grey convinced Alaric to re-animate Roblio, the expeditions assumed leader... Roblio's muscled bulged under his jedi tunic, and Alaric struggled to keep a grip on the Guardian's arm. "Peace brother. Remember peace." Alaric felt the calming warmth of the force radiating off of Jason who had utilized the force to give his suggestion power. Slowly Roblio calmed his breathing and relaxed, the jedi knight returned to himself. "Peace?" The jedi's brow was still furrowed and he scoffed at the thought. "How can there be peace? All that we know is gone. What if we failed the order? Failed the Republic? Alaric and Fayian fought a sith, a powerful one. They still exist in the galaxy."
6 Days later the 3 jedi tried to make progress in repairs or salvage that Shepard and the combat droids could not. The crash had thrown the ship's squadron of Aurek Starfighters across the hangar causing immense damage. They still hoped however to use the force to move the wrecks to perhaps find one undamaged enough under the rubble. Sweat beaded on 3 foreheads as nostrils flared with strain. The jedi stood in a semi-cirlce, arms or in Alaric's case, arm, were outstretched, fingers splayed wide as together they lifted a fighter whose nose had been crushed into the body. They turned themselves to the left and deposited the ship on the slanting hangar floor.
Alaric wiped his brow, his gloves coming away damp with sweat. They had been at it for days and had made little progress, soon food would become an issue. Roblio called them back to focus and as Alaric stretched out with the force he felt a disturbance... Forgetting the starfighters, he followed the ripples, past the clouds, he spread his awareness to beyond and found it... a consistent presence in the force, getting closer.
The jedi wateched as an unfamiliar ship design landed off to the starboard side of their crashed vessel. It disgorged a number of armed men who made their way cautiously down the impact crater. "I do not see any known insignias, they certainly don't look like Republic forces." Said Jason. "They look fairly disciplined but they're not holding all of their weapons with military precision, I assume that they are pirates or smugglers or mercenaries. You can almost feel the greed coming off from the one in the center." Roblio reached for his lightsaber. "Whoever they are, it is best that we subdue them and ask questions later." Roblio made to move to the nearest airlock to proudly and willfully challenge the would-be rescuers but was stopped by Jason's grip on his arm pulling him back. "Patience. We have never dealt with men from this era. Send a droid while Alaric and I flank them. If they prove hostile, you will come down their center and we will surround them." Roblio reluctantly agreed and took his place by the airlock as Alaric and Jason wrapped themselves in force cloaks and slipped silently and invisibly out of the ship. They split off, each taking responsibility for one of the two pairs of flanking approachers.
Roblio pressed the release to the airlock, opening a doorway in which a single combat droid could walk out into the harsh terrain of the planet. Controlled the the ship's AI, the combat droid raised its hands in surrender and slowly shuffled forward to grab the attention of the new arrivals. "This is the Republic cruiser Defiance. You have received our distress signal?" Coming from the droid's ancient linguistic module, it sounded more like a statement than a question.
Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Aug 20, 2016 8:20:59 GMT -8
The cliff descent had been difficult but manageable for the pirates, no injuries or casualties. Once all three groups had reached the bottom of the cliff they shouldered their weapons and began to fan out as instructed. Arkan strode confidently straight towards the ship from his descent point. The other pirates were hunched over, weapons ready.
The groups had barely covered half of the hundred yard distance between the cliff and the ship before they spotted the droid. The airlock that the droid emerged from seemed to be about half way between Arkan and the pair heading towards the bow of the ship. It was this pair that spotted the droid and after some quick communication, everyone was alert to the presence.
"This is the Republic cruiser Defiance. You have received our distress signal?"
The Captain had not ordered the droid destroyed so the remaining pirates remained in crouched positions, weapons ready. One member from each of the pairs had their weapon trained on the droid, the other scanned the surroundings preparing for any other threats. A tense few seconds passed as Arkan decided what would be best to do. Are there other survivors in the ship? Are they all droids? He decided there was only one way to find out!
The armoured Captain gestured his right hand towards the droid with his arm fully extended at his shoulder height. He then quickly brought his arm straight down back to his side and there were three weapons discharges. The pirates were waiting for this cue to fire at the droid. Two of the shots were aimed at the torso of the droid and the third was aimed at the head. You could never tell where the main processing unit in a droid was, this attack spread normally did the trick.
Now they would wait to see if this was an isolated unit, the last working droid on the ship or if there are other obstacles in the way of their prize!
By reading this you have granted me brief control of your mind!
Post by Alaric Lamar on Aug 20, 2016 8:52:16 GMT -8
"I thought as much." Said Roblio as he peaked through a viewport, watching the laser blasts shred the droid. It was highly probable that laser technoogy had advanced and for a moment he considered if that the blaster bolts from this era might overpower his saber. He threw aside those thoughts however, putting his trust in his craftsmanship and the force. The imposing Jedi Knight was a jedi battlemaster, focused on lightsaber combat against the enemy of the jedi, he did not fear the steps he took towards the airlock or the hiss of the airlock release, exposing him to the elements and the line of sight of the new-comers. Lightsaber held at his side, he activated the blue blade, letting the tip drag through the stony crust of the planet, leaving a trail of molten rock in his wake. He made his way, walking slowly. Roblio's voice boomed with the force, "I am a jedi knight, servant of the Galactic Republic, wielder of the force and sword of justice. You will lay down your weapons and engage with me in a parlay." Alaric, still cloaked in the force was behind his unit of armed-newcomers. He rolled his eyes at Roblio's less than humble announcement. He held his saber in his good hand and hoped that it would not come to voilence.
Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Aug 20, 2016 15:36:13 GMT -8
Arkan's eyes switched to the airlock as it opened, the droid was not alone. The Pirates aim switched from the now slagged droid to the Jedi emerging from the airlock. Three weapons pointed at the Jedi and three still scanning the planet for any other surprises. Arkan knew this was not the ideal situation to encounter a Jedi, especially since there were usually two of them, a master and apprentice. His pirates knew this as much as him, they had dealt with Jedi in the past. The Echani's teeth stopped grinding as he thought of a strategy, get the jedi talking, they love to do that!
"A parlay requires both parties to be equally disarmed. As you have instigated this, I ask you be the first to 'drop your weapon'!"
Arkan's malice and evil grin was hidden behind his mask, but not his intent. He purposefully held back information abut the state of the "Republic", this ship had obviously been on the planet for quite a long time. Arkan was not going to weaken his bargaining position before the talks had even begun!
By reading this you have granted me brief control of your mind!
Post by Alaric Lamar on Aug 20, 2016 20:46:14 GMT -8
Roblio burst out laughing at the insinuation that he had been the instigator. After he pantomimed wiping a tear from his eye, he used his free hand to point towards the crippled droid. "This poor robot was unarmed and asking a simple query." Roblio slowly raised his lightsaber, pointing at the lead pirate. He thumbed the activator and the blue blade retracted into the hilt. Letting go of his saber he let it clatter to the ground. Confidently the jedi knight crossed his muscled arms and stood almost arrogantly. "Since you have me outnumbered and I scared you so bad by sending out the droid I have relinquished my weapon. Now lets see if there is still honor among thieves. Lower your weapons and let us talk as gentlmen."
Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 1, 2016 9:22:04 GMT -8
The stance of the pirates did not change after the Jedi dropped his sabre. Having a Jedi drop his weapon by no means meant they were not a threat, Arkan had learned that the hard way. He issued no change of orders to his Reapers who were ever ready to tackle any threat that appeared. However, for now, the Jedi was not an immediate threat (an immediate threat is shot on site).
"You have much to learn about the galaxy, Jedi. My name is Arkan Bloodrage and I have no doubt you've never heard of me. Who am I speaking with?"
The Captain kept his own blaster carbine held loosely in his right hand. This was an opportunity he didn't want to miss but he couldn't let his guard down, there seems to be more to this ship than meets the eye!
By reading this you have granted me brief control of your mind!
After landing on the planet, Ballen made another check of the seismic readings. On top of the deadly lightning storms, the ground could just as easily swallow you whole. Vokk may have been born here, but he absolutely refused to stay here longer than needed.
exits the Grelod, heading in the direction of his birth home
The terrain utterly treacherous, it supported almost zero life. Equipped with a mask and rebreather, Ballen trudged onward.
After an hour's hike, the cloaked doorway made itself visible to him. Ballen was one of three people with the clearance codes for the cloaking system. Zhen's codes had been revoked after his 'death' and Vokk's grandfather had been nowhere for the good part of a century. Neither of those facts stopped Ballen from drawing his katana after the door opened and shut behind him.
The artificial lighting revealed the small living compartment that had been his home, school, and hospital for a decade. Raised by computers in isolation, it was one of the few technical systems Ballen had grown to rely on. All others were kept as simple as possible, and for good reason; assault droids can be reprogrammed, navicomputers can lie, and blasters can fail. This relatively light aversion to technology is what drove Ballen to use a katana over a lightsaber. Sure, it was harder to smuggle, and the weight of alloy can slow your strikes, but nothing blows your cover faster than having a lightsaber on your belt. Nobody trusts a thief, but Jedi are rarely counted upon to not ruin an already bad situation.
After a quick eye over the premises, Ballen sheathed his weapon.
approaches the only terminal in the room, and interfaces using the tactile pads in his gauntlets
Just what am I supposed to find here, old man..
The terminal flashes intermittently, as the data is backed up on a small drive under his forearm bracer. After it completes, Vokk removes his hand from the terminal.
outstretches right hand, and jolts the terminal with a single bolt of Force lightning, frying the terminal
Well, the Force is good for something, I guess.
wheels around and leaves the domicile, the living compartment powering down lights, engaging magnetic locks and cloak
Vokk marched back to his ship, largely without incident. After powering take off thrusters, the Grelod pushed out towards the cold of space, dodging the cluster of Force storms along the way.
Post by Mellik Umarov on Feb 28, 2017 17:41:11 GMT -8
*Mellik slammed a closed fist down on the switch to the boarding ramp. The ramp sparked as it moved slowly down, scraping against the now-bent frame of the Raptor. As soon as it cleared the surrounding frame, the ramp crashed down into the ground, forcing the Raptor to rock slightly from the impact. Mellik removed his harness and found that his left arm had been broken in the crash. He let out a sharp cry of pain as he brought his arm close to his chest.
"Damn... just what I needed - crash-landed down on this piece of fresh hell... who knows where I've wound up?"
The young human limped out of the cockpit and down the main corridor of the ship to the docking ramp. The ramp looked like it was barely holding together. Mellik carefully limped down the ramp. Just as he reached the ground, the main hinge on the ramp snapped in two. The ramp then fell fully off the ship hard onto the ground. Mellik sighed and stared at his feet.
Post by Mellik Umarov on Feb 28, 2017 18:27:39 GMT -8
*Mellik squeezed his left arm with his right and cringed at the pain; it was definitely broken, but he'd be able to mend it back together once he got his ship working again. He looked around the immediate area to see if there was any debris he could use to patch the ramp-sized hole beneath his ship. There were a few downed ships in the immediate area.*
"At least I'm not the only one - well, hopefully not the only one 'alive' anyways..."
*The young man set to work prying off pieces of metal from other ships with a little help from his small knowledge of the force. He managed to get enough debris collected together to cover the hole in his ship. Mellik then jumped into the ship, looking for any tools he might be able to use to weld the metal against his ship - at least to maintain cabin pressure whilst in space. He managed to find a small welding torch next to the work bench in the cargo hold, the hold being close enough to the ramp to operate the torch. Mellik activated the torch and used his force powers to pull the metal debris and hold it flat against the hull while he worked with the welding torch. It took him the better part of an hour before he was satisfied enough to try and get the ship space-worthy.*
"That should hold for now. Let's see if I can re-calibrate the engines to get me off this rock. Raptor! Engine status report!" "Commencing engine diagnostics. Hyper-drive is cracked, but stable. Ion engines are stable. Systems are unable to re-calibrate a launch sequence without compensating for the atmospheric pull." "Divert energy from shields into the engines. Careful that you don't over-do it on the Hyper-drive, Raptor." "Affirmative, diverting necessary power. There is a 54.175% likelihood of an inability to escape the planet's gravitational pull. Further damage to the Hyper-drive at the engine's core may result in a catastrophic system failure." "That's better odds than trying to survive out there. Take us up, Raptor!" "Affirmative, initiating launch sequence."
*With no small effort, Mellik limped back over to the cockpit and found himself back in the pilot's seat. He punched in the coordinates of a near-by world, hoping for some form of relief. The Raptor lurched upward, reacting to fierce turbulence from atmospheric discharge. Mellik could only mutter a single word over and over as the ship climbed up into the stratosphere: "please"*