Sunbringer
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Post by Sunbringer on Feb 1, 2021 14:11:27 GMT -8
Blue Ink (A Create by Case RP) - Principal Authors: Anyone
- Who can post on this thread: Anyone
- I want to receive critical responses: Yes
- I will be using standard Universe rules here (e.g., canon-only, fleet limits, etc.): N/A
- Additionally, I will be using the Create by Case rules detailed here.
Location: Ragna III
Timeframe: Contemporary
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Post by Sunbringer on Feb 1, 2021 14:13:21 GMT -8
*The tranquil, overcast skies of Ragna III are disturbed by the emergence of the smoking hull of an RGC-6b escape pod as it careens towards the jungle below.*
*Minutes before, the pod had been happily docked on a C-ROC cruiser belonging to the Black Sun, the "Stella Gratis". Crewed by the Falleen military unit, the Black Sun Guards, it had been taking the Corellian Run towards Ryloth when a pirate ambush interdicted their progress and pulled them into realspace in the Daimar sector. The "Stella Gratis" never stood a chance.*
*In the waning moments of battle, as the eviscerated hull of the cruiser became mottled with boarding parties, the Black Sun Guard War Chief authorized the 'abandon ship' order, to thwart their capture and interrogation or sale into slavery. Among those last to the escape pods was Gunnery Team leader, Ozmond Daz. He and the rest of the gun crew (five in all) ran through the cold passageways of the "Stella Gratis," finding on multiple occasions that the route ahead was obstructed by emergency air response doors. Their desperation grew, with the realization that each extra second spent on board signaled an increased likelihood of encountering a pirate abduction team, or a chance to become stranded before ever reaching the pods.*
*Yet, having been hamstrung into the most roundabout way to reach the escape pods possible, they at last feasted their eyes on the eject bay doors head. Two pods missing, two left in the queue. Ozmond waved his team onward, covering the rear. As his foremost gunner, Forstaz Sheen, reached the release lock and opened the hatch with a hiss, disaster struck. With a horrible metallic wrenching noise, a pirate boarding pod embedded itself in the hull overhead and breached the "Stella". Sparks flew as the shock troopers used plasma cutters to carve their way toward the gunnery crew below. Ozmond's yell to ready blasters, as he sprinted toward the interlopers, came a moment before the first pirate dropped through the makeshift door onto the deck. Blaster bolts flew in a sudden barrage of fire as the screams erupted around them. Somewhere amid the confusion and the bodies, pirate and Guard alike, Daz felt his arm arrested. He made eye contact with a mortally wounded Forstaz Sheen, who leveraged him into the still-open escape pod door and planted a foot in his chest, throwing him unceremoniously off-balance into the pod. Before his protest could register, Forstaz had closed the door and jettisoned the pod, before slumping over the terminal and breathing his last.*
*Ozmond's horror at the sequence of events was short-lived, and transformed quickly into trepidation as pirate picket ships began taking potshots at the array of pods leaving the scene of battle behind. The assortment of fleeing vessels made for little more than fish in a barrel as the turbolaser fire flew. If no slaves, the pirates reasoned, then better make it no survivors. Pod after pod exploded into millions of tiny pieces. As the planet, Ragna III, loomed before him, Ozmond likewise felt the escape vessel shudder as a glancing shot struck the hull. His precious reserve of air hissed angrily as it began to escape through the breach into the vacuum of space.*
*Yet a follow-up shot did not come, and his pod atmosphere held enough integrity to sustain him, as the ship limped into Ragna III's atmosphere and began an uncontrolled descent toward the foresty terrain below. Unsure of the best course of action, Ozmond simply decided to buckle up and hope for the best. 1000...950...875...800... meters of elevation flashed by in rapid succession on the display terminal as the ground rushed closer and closer.*
*When he awoke, Ozmond finds himself still strapped in his seat, exposed to the forest air, as a breeze drifts through his ponytail. He blinks as his eyes begin to adjust to the light. Looking around, he sees his pod in shambles here and there. His seat is no longer connected to the superstructure, and the same can be said for significant portions of debris surrounding the point of impact. But, as he sniffs the fresh air in through his nose, he is alive.*
*Unbuckling himself, Ozmond takes stock of the situation and begins stretching himself out, doing a once-over medical assessment. Nothing obviously broken. Rattled and bruised, but otherwise functional. His equipment... he'd lost hold of his blaster rifle when Forstaz kicked him into the pod. He pulls out his comlink and speaks into it, only to be greeted with sparks. It must have gotten broken somehow in all of the confusion. No electronic broadcasting for him. Ozmond looks around again, taking more careful inventory of his surroundings. It's a small clearing that he finds himself in. There are several deciduous trees around him, part of a larger forest that limits line of sight to only a few hundred meters in any given direction. The largest of the trees is right in front of him, sporting plenty of branches and vines. Listening carefully, Ozmond can make out the sound of what would seem to be running water. And plenty of typical forest noises. No sounds of vehicles nearby that he can make out. He ponders his best course of action for now.*POLL: Ozmond Daz debates what he should do.
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