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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2023 21:22:20 GMT -8
The Fireblaze flew over the world of Ossus, it’s altitude low for a ship seeking to make to the skies. Ever since leaving Lucien’s abode with his new title and grant, Vakim knew it was time to find his place as his own individual within the order. So that was the quest, seeking a spot in which he could build his new home.
But that was only apart of the problem. First, the land would have to be found and obtained. Then came the idea of style. Something old? Maybe new? Perhaps a blending of the two? So many options. Not to mention a name. As the modified CR90 made its way over the terrain, his eyes and mind searched as his mind raced, curious as to what would become of his new home.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2023 22:52:59 GMT -8
Hours passed by as the Fireblaze continued its excursion across the terrain. So far, nothing had truly stood off to the Chistori. It wasn’t until they came upon one of the Great Lakes, big enough to be considered a small ocean and group of islands someways off the main shore that interest piqued in Vakim. Moving to the viewport of the CR90, he set his gaze upon it as they grew closer. Something called to him as he looked, granting him a definitive answer on the matter.
"Take us down. Land upon the larger island."
Doing as instructed, the pilot brought the craft down, landing the vessel on the largest and closest island to the shore. Already teaching the boarding ramp by the time they touched down, the massive Jedi moved swiftly onto the island. Looking around where he stood, it wasn’t a moment or two latter that he lifted himself off the ground with Force Flight, desiring to move freely around the island and to take in what it could be.
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Lucien Malvern
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Post by Lucien Malvern on Mar 25, 2023 21:35:30 GMT -8
Lord Ras was certainly not truly concerned, but he did wonder about the entry of their persons into the territory of these Wardens. He had spoken to some of the Ysanna Chieftains that had contact with it and it didn't paint a sound picture. It wasn't all bad, but it gave the Arkanian a sense of isolation that this tribe, or organization, did in order to better focus their time and efforts on caring for the sapling of the once mighty Jedi.
When the Master Shaper requested his move, and Ras did so, he looks at Mira Yim, indicating the panel that displayed their trajectory.
=Ras=
It might be best to land and continue on foot, Master Shaper. Speaking from what I have heard, it might not be a good idea to go by transport.
In that moment, Ras would begin to speak more about the Wardens.
=Ras=
They aren't exactly a tribe, but more a community of like-minded individuals or an order with dedication. The Wardens view themselves as the protectors and guardians of this sapling and will take any measure against anything they view as threatening to its existence. They could have easily thought your scout was the bringer of greater evils and thus reacted as they did.
It pained a picture of dedicated and zealous pilgrims who desired to protect a most holy relic. The tree of Bnar was the closest thing to a holy site that the Ysanna and Jedi had after his death in protecting Luke Skywalker and a pair of young Ysanna. This endeared him to the point of near godhood as people began to view him as both an exemplar of wisdom, courage, valor, and guardianship. The ideal Jedi Master, the most wise of Lorekeepers, and a champion of the Light.
=Ras=
As Ossus was well away from the original route of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion, they have never seen your technology, let alone your kin, Master Shaper. True, there are some who are aware of what happened, thanks to news and reports, but these Wardens are rather isolationists. Ysanna can't even come close to their territory. They leave offerings at designated spots and then depart.
Once more, Ras gestures to what they were utilizing.
=Ras=
This could alert them and complicate matters. It might be best to land close by, but continue on foot.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2023 1:25:50 GMT -8
Vakim had spent some time looking over the islands, his certainty growing with every passing moment. This was the place. For the first time in a very long time, he would have a place to belong in the Jedi Lords and now a place to truly call his own. A home that was built for him, not another’s manor or chambers in a greater temple. He would be king, in a matter of speaking, of his own slice of paradise.
With his choice made, he put in the request to claim this land, seeing that no tribes or other sentient life existed here. He provided the coordinates and awaited confirmation. In time, it was approved and the construction could begin. But that wasn’t all he set to do. He then contacted the required party and made his request for a fleet. While flying over the terrain and searching for a place to settle, he had been looking though the vessels utilized by the Lords and put together what he believed a solid fleet.
With those calls, all that was left to do was wait and let the crews do their work and bring to life these new additions.
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Post by Metroclus on Apr 10, 2023 17:50:58 GMT -8
[ Metroclus Garrik | Vong Driller Beast, Bessy | Passenger Cabin | Ossus' Open Terrain | Ossus ] Attn: Mira Yim & Lucien MalvernThough not particularly perturbed by the mode of transport, and Metroclus was certain the princess was more than fascinated by the living machine, he took the Master, Ras, and heeded his advice.
“Guess we'll be going on foot, your highness,” said Metroclus lightly as he slipped his helmet on and activated its sensors, “good thing you like running and jumping around.”
Though perhaps it would be best if she didn't do that, not amongst unknown people with unknown intentions or reactions.
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Post by Sorsha Sunrunner on Apr 10, 2023 17:58:03 GMT -8
[ Princess Sorsha Sunrunner | Vong Driller Beast, Bessy | Passenger Cabin | Ossus' Open Terrain | Ossus ] Attn: Mira Yim & Lucien MalvernSorsha tilted her lips to one side and glanced up at her guardian, the orbiting motes of light around her head speeding up a little.
“I will try to focus on staying hidden, this time.” she said quietly.
This meant she intended to mostly stay behind Metroclus and hide behind his large form.
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Post by Mira Yim on Apr 13, 2023 6:34:17 GMT -8
"Oh, how interesting." Her glowing pink eyes practically beamed in curious excitement. "I am very eager to meet them and wouldn't want to cause any misunderstanding. Very well, we seem to be close enough to walk from here." She said, guiding the drill beast back to the surface. Dirt and stone gave way to blue sky as chom-vrone affectionately referred to as Bessy burst from the ground and came to rest upon the surface. The exterior hatch-sphincter split open and a molleung worm unraveled to the ground, serving as a ramp.Extricating herself from her seat, the Master Shaper led the group off the drill beast and began the short trek in the direction of the settlement. Her Vagh Rodiek, Scyther, scurried behind her on its four carapace armoured crabs legs. The vong-formed rodian bowed its head and slid between Mira's legs, unceremoniously lifting her from the ground until she slid onto its back, acting as a sort of mount. Despite its back being covered in razor sharp quills, the spines didn't seem to prick the Yuuzhan Vong. She sat comfortably upon its back, patting its neck before turning her attention to Raz."I suspect the Wardens of Bnar and the Handmaiden's of Yun-Ne'Shel have much in common. Though I doubt the Wardens are aware of it, the World Brain of Ossus and the Sapling of Bnar have been in communication." She leaned over the side of Scyther and pointed one suction-cup tipped digit of her shaper hand at the ground. "Their roots talk to one another. You could say, they are friends." The word was unfamiliar to her tongue, but she liked it all the same.{{ We are. }} Mira's forehead throbbed slightly as she felt the World Brain's telepathic caress inside her mind. Straightening herself on the vagh rodiek's back, she indicated the ground with a sweep of her arm before looking and back and forth between her myriad of Jedi companions."Their settlement actually falls along the border of our terraforming efforts. It is likely they may have encountered some of our technology and growth already." Her elegantly tattooed brow furrowed as she noticed something in the distance. A great plume of black smoke was rising in the direction of the village, which was still somewhat obscured by foliage ahead. "Hmmm, that seems like a lot of smoke for an isolated settlement to be producing. Is that common?"Barely audible over at this distance, she almost thought she heard a scream.
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Jun 14, 2023 3:21:37 GMT -8
After speaking with the High Lord about her time on Ossus as a participant in the student exchange program between the Jedi Academy on Corellia and the Jedi Praxeum on Ossus, Brielle had elected to avail herself of the opportunity to, as Master Berfen had suggested, see for herself the progress the Yuuzhan Vong have made in the restoration of the planet, and so had set out in her RZ-2 A-wing interceptor to do just that. Still a relatively new pilot, Brielle had also wanted to gain a little more flight time in her fighter than the journey from Corellia, which offered very little challenge or experiences for trying out all that she had learned in her time practicing in simulators given that it involved mostly hyperspace travel, allowed for.
Taking the A-wing through as many different maneuvers as she is familiar with, banking and diving at various speeds, performing barrel rolls and defensive spirals, half loops and yo-yos, Brielle gains a bit more confidence in her piloting skills, but is so focused on flying that, by the time she feels she has done enough practice for the day, she realizes that she has again neglected to observe more than the occasional flickering glimpse of the mountains and forests below. After simply flying along at lower altitudes to take the chance to actually take in the beauty and splendor the Vong's restoration work has brought forth, Brielle decides to set her interceptor down on a small mountain overlooking a forest to get a closer look at what the Vong have achieved.
Sitting near the edge of the mountain top, Brielle closes her eyes after a time spent simply taking in the magnificent view of the verdant, lush forest stretching out from the foot of the mountain, breathing in deeply to smell the scents around her, so different from the air on the more industrialized Corellia, and enjoying the break from the disturbing stirrings within her that being around so many Force sensitives incites, the instinctual cravings something she has learned to suppress with help from her adoptive father, and a burden she knows she will always bear, which for her, could be centuries. The solitude and tranquility she feels as she sits near the edge of the mountain make entering a meditative state easier than it can be, the stillness around her inviting a similar stillness in Brielle’s mind that enables her to open herself to the Force and be open to what it may reveal to her.
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Post by Faradrim on Jun 14, 2023 14:36:20 GMT -8
A sonic boom exploded out as the X-90B Phantom-class Gunship shattered the atmosphere at speeds way too fast to be a controlled descent. Thick plumes of smoke spilled out into the air in the wake of the Gunships descent from the upper atmosphere as it angled down toward the surface. Even as it lost height, the ship also appeared to be slowly losing speed as well as it passed across the top of the mountain range by a mere 10-20 meters and kept plummeting toward the valley floor below. Through the thick smoke, if one was watching closely enough, they might perceive the shifting of armour plates as air brakes were further extended out. What had been seen initially as a completely out of control crash landing was not quite as out of control.
Newly grown trees hat had been restored courtesy of the Yuuzhan Vong were soon assaulted by the descending and decelerating mass of metal as it scraped the tree tops and then impacted several trunks in full. The nose of the ship skimmed the dirt before digging in and plouging a trench a good 30 meters long before finally coming to a stop. Air brakes started retracting while fire suppressant systems activated, causing the rising smoke a stark white before it too faded away.
The abrupt crash and stop meanwhile had jolted the vessels single living occupant awake. Drauchir's vision was blurry as he tried to fight for consciousness through a concussion and several cut like injuries that were bleeding. The cockpit was dark, with the stark white light of Ossus' star blasting through the front viewport causing the white haired hunter to bring up a hand to shield his eyes as they worked to adjust to their current situation. His free hand fumbled with the belt controls in the centre of his chest, finally managing to unlock them before he slumped to the floor on all fours. He could safely say that although he looked pretty bad, he felt a lot worse as he dragged himself across to the main control panel where he snatched up his wolf's head medallion and slipped it back over his head.
Setting his back against the cold metal, he sat and brought the medallion up to his lips in a kiss and silent prayer of thanks
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Jun 14, 2023 17:24:19 GMT -8
Her almond shaped dark brown eyes open as the thundering roar of the smoking gunship’s arrival snaps Brielle out of her meditative state, and she stands up in time to watch the X-90B’s plummeting progress into the treetops below, wincing as she watches the vessel tearing a path through the forest floor before finally coming to a halt. Looking away from the ship, Brielle scans the skies overhead, turning around in a half circle to see if there is any sign of the ship having been pursued to Ossus.
Stepping closer to the edge of the mountain top after seeing no sign of the ship having any pursuers, rock crunching beneath her boots, Brielle looks down at the gunship as the wreaths of white smoke are blown away by the winds rustling through the branches of the trees that were not broken or torn down by the vessel's plunge from the skies, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she submerges herself into the currents of the Force to scan the ship for any signs of life. Opening her eyes after detecting a single lifeform within the ship, Brielle takes her comlink from a pouch on her belt, debating whether it would be better to contact Master Berfen to inform him of the crash first or to render whatever aid she can to the gunship's occupant before doing so. Returning the comlink to its pouch, having concluded that the pilot of the gunship's well-being should be her first priority, Brielle turns and jogs to her RZ-2, climbing into the cockpit and bringing the starfighter to life.
Setting her interceptor down in a clearing near to the downed gunship, Brielle takes a medkit from beneath the pilot's seat and hops to the ground. Reaching the crash site, Brielle frowns as she sees that getting into the ship to tend to any injuries the pilot may have sustained will be problematic. The vessel's design is an unfamiliar one to her, but Brielle assumes it has a ventral boarding ramp which will be buried in the dirt. Her free hand drops to the lightsaber hilt clipped to her belt, but Brielle thinks of another option before she draws the weapon.
Closing her eyes, Brielle lifts her arm as she calls upon the Force, feeling it answer and enable her to telekinetically lift the gunship from the ground and, her eyes clenching and a furrow of concentration appearing between her brows, gently retract the landing gear and lower the boarding ramp before, her hand shaking now as the mental exertion her efforts require begins to take its toll, she guides the ship back to the ground.
The sound of her footfalls as, after boarding the ship, Brielle walks quickly past the main hold and towards the bridge subtly announce her approach should Drauchir be alert enough to hear them. Entering the bridge and spotting the white haired humanoid male, bleeding from several cuts and looking unsteady but not as though he is in any immediate danger of succumbing to his injuries, Brielle holds up the medkit in her left hand as she says, "I'm Brielle Giovane. I'm here to rescue you." Brielle, at a mere four and a half feet tall and garbed in loose fitting robes and a blanket scarf rather than the more traditional Jedi attire that would make her affiliations more obvious, appears to be an olive complected humanoid female of 12 or 13 with dark hair and brown eyes, and radiates an air of calm and self assurance.
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Post by Faradrim on Jun 14, 2023 19:28:44 GMT -8
He had been sitting still for a few moments, feeling secure in the knowledge that it was over. However that confidence was soon shaken as he felt everything around him shift up and then back down as it came to a rest once more. His Medallion had vibrated rather violently throughout the shift, before settling down as the footfalls of someone approaching echoed about. Drauchir's gaze turned towards the door as the adolescent appearing woman appeared. He'd seen similar such fashioned people before, thankfully none of them had intended him harm so he was not particularly alarmed as she approached and announced she was here to rescue him. Given his experiences thus far, he was quite glad to hear her speaking in a language he understood, which would have given him pause to wonder if he had landed within the lands from which he hailed. But that was impossible. How she also knew his tongue would be a matter to figure out later. For now he clutched at his side as he felt a sharp pain emanate out
Drauchir...
He managed to cough out, pushing his head back against the dead console to push through the pain. His thoughts were still swimming from everything that had gone on and lead up to where he found himself now. There was a lot to sort through and even more to try and make sense of. But the one thing he could tackle at the moment, was that he was alone. He could have sworn Eryneth was right by his side, but as he had strapped himself in, he had leaned that was not the case. Something somewhere deep in his heart told him that she was still alive, that she had survived. But where that was, was not here. As he pulled himself from the pain and his own thoughts, He managed to lower his gaze back down to Brielle
Don't worry, I won't hurt you... Not exactly in a state to fight much...
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Jun 14, 2023 23:11:53 GMT -8
Brielle's head cants slightly to the side when Drauchir, after revealing his name, tells her not to worry, the comment seeming odd to her as she was not worried for her safety so much as she was concerned for his well-being, and she sounds more amused than concerned as she purses her lips as though in thought and asks, "Does that mean if you were in a fitter state you would try and harm one that has come to your aid?" Gauging Drauchir's age to be in the thirties, and well accustomed to being treated as though she is little older than a child by beings who are often half or a third of her actual age, Brielle suspects that his comment about not hurting her was made not as a threat, but to reassure her as most adults would when alone in the wilds with a youngling who might be fearful of a stranger, which is why she has chosen to use a more bantering tone that the more reserved one she more typically exhibits.
Her question is revealed to have been rhetorical when Brielle glances at Drauchir's side and lifts the medpac up as she asks, "Would you like me to have a look at your side? Smiling and attempting a joke she offers his own words back to him in the same spirit she suspects they were offered to her, Don't worry, I won't hurt you," and then opens the medkit and pulls out a medisensor that will make diagnosing Drauchir's injuries a straightforward matter, and will also let her know what the recommended treatments are for the wounds he has sustained. As she has not been trained in the art of Force Healing, Brielle has to rely on medisensors and bacta patches while other Jedi have their abilities to sense and heal wounds.
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Post by Faradrim on Jun 15, 2023 15:32:38 GMT -8
A huffed laugh escaped his lips through the pain he was feeling at Brielle's question
Depends who you ask. My kind aren't exactly... highly regarded.
He moved his hand away from his side, focusing his thoughts to resist the urge to grab at and hold it to allow Brielle as unobstructed a view and access as possible. A lot of the pain he felt now he was rather familiar with and knew how much of his own treatment would usually go. But he wasn't about to rudely suggest how she should do her job
Uhhh... Thanks.
His gaze dropped down to the small object she pulled from the pack and started consulting at his side. He'd seen similar such devices on a rare number of occasions where he came from, but they had usually been only in the presence of a Wizard or Witch. The device certainly looked a lot newer than those he had seen, which made him wonder if he had ended up in the lands from which such things originated from. A preposterous notion since the Church and Magi had all concluded and agreed that their ancestral home lands had long since been destroyed, which had caused their initial migration. But the last few days, or maybe even weeks, had proved that not all he had been told was quite the truth
Is randomly helping stranded and injured strangers something you do regularly?
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Jun 17, 2023 16:52:04 GMT -8
After she has begun to use the scanner to ascertain the injuries Drauchir has sustained, during which he tells her that his kind is not held in high esteem by some, Brielle replies, "I see, in a tone that is not offhand, nor particularly concerned by the revelation, but does suggest that, odd as it may seem, she is not unfamiliar to being prejudged by others based on what she is by birth or affiliation rather than by who she is by virtue of her deeds, and then asks in a manner suggesting she leaves the choice of whether he answers or not or how thorough an answer he gives should he choose to give one at all in Drauchir's hands as opposed to one suggesting that she finds it absolutely necessary that he share anything he would rather not while reviewing the findings of the medisensor, And what is your kind, if that is not too forward or impolite a question to ask?"
Taking some cotton tipped applicators, Bacta salve and gauze pads from the medpac, Brielle begins treating first the deeper and then the more superficial cuts and scrapes Drauchir has sustained in places that do not require that he remove any clothing - for the scanner has revealed that other than the cuts and scrapes he suffers only from a mild concussion and sprained ribs that are treated with rest and painkillers - as she answers his question to her, smiling as she says somewhat enigmatically, "You are, in fact, my very first randomly encountered, stranded and injured stranger needing help, actually, so congratulations. Covering the deeper cuts with Bacta impregnated gauze pads that she uses paper tape to secure as it will be easier to remove than the other kinds available in the medpac, Brielle pops open a small bottle of analgesic pills, handing two to Drauchir as she explains in a mildly teasing tone as she refers to his earlier comment about his ability to fight having been impaired by his injuries, Painkillers, not particularly strong I'm afraid, but they will not hamper your ability to fight should the mood strike you, or your senses while helping with the pain in your side and head. You have a light concussion, so should rest as much as you can for the next few days. Taking an ice pack from the medpac, she squeezes it to activate it and holds it out to him as she adds, You have sprained your ribs as well, this should help. If you are not too modest, and have no objections to removing your shirt, I can also apply some Bacta impregnated gauze to the area that will help speed the healing process along."
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Post by Faradrim on Jun 19, 2023 19:37:53 GMT -8
He had already surmised that where he had... landed, he supposed the word had been used, was not the lands from which he had called home. But Brielle's question merely served further to prove this assertion, since there were few people that had not met a Faradrim or heard tales of them. Perhaps his Order and their services truly were unique to the Lands of his birth. Perhaps other places did not suffer the same dangers or maybe they had invented their own versions by different names
Where I come from, they call us Faradrim. We're... hunters of a sorts. A great many creatures and Sorcerers of dark magicks plagued the world, and it was our job to deal with them... for a Fee of course, though sometimes we forewent payment at our own discretion...
The smaller cuts and abrasions did not bother him much, it was the sting from the medicine in the patches going into the deeper cuts that elicited a flinch from him. He'd on rare occasion felt this sting before, when he had returned from a particularly dangerous hunt with rather severe injuries. He laughed a little at her comment about him being her first rescue
I feel incredibly lucky...
He then took the offered pills and knocked them back without much hesitation as she described the extent of his injuries and offered advice on how best to let them heal. Truth be told, they weren't much worse than anything he'd been through before. He probably got off pretty easy. His gaze returned to her as Brielle mentioned removing his shirt to apply some medicine to his ribs
Oh... hmmmm...
He undid a couple of clasps, allowing much of the armour on his torso to come free and into a pile nearby. He then pulled the padded shirt and chainmail off at last, exposing his chest which showed a number of different sized and shaped scars. Some were clean looking incisions, others had a jagged nature to them. What had been earned in battle and what was the steady hand of a doctor was hard to tell any more. As he tossed the clothing aside, he lifted his arm up and out of the way
All yours doc...
He had vague ideas about what a Bacta impregnated gauze was, thanks primarily to the contextual clues in the name. But more importantly, Brielle seemed to believe it would speed along his healing time, and that was good enough for him right now
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Jun 23, 2023 0:41:29 GMT -8
Brielle does not recognize the word Drauchir uses when replying to her question about his kind, and though the description of what sounds like a profession rather than a species or home world offers some clues as to what he meant, cannot match the description to any group or organization she has ever heard of. Creatures and Sorcerers of dark magicks sounds very much like Dark Side practitioners of many varieties to Brielle, and she wonders if the world he speaks of those creatures and sorcerers plaguing is one, like Dathomir, that is isolated enough from the rest of the Universe that it has its own vocabulary views on things known by other names and understood from differing vantage points elsewhere.
Smiling when Drauchir says that he feels lucky to be her first randomly encountered stranger in need of help, Brielle teasingly warns him, "You might want to wait until I'm done before considering yourself lucky, and then, keeping her face from revealing her visceral reaction to his many scars once he has removed his shirt so that she can apply the bacta impregnated gauze to his ribs, asks regarding his scars, From your hunts, no doubt? I hope, she keeps her tone light as she winds gauze as loosely around his torso as possible to keep the gauze in place while allowing him to easily take deep breaths so that he is at less risk of the pneumonia or collapsed lung not being able to breathe deeply would court, you were well paid for your troubles?"
Tilting her head to the side to examine her work once she is done, Brielle tells Drauchir, "The bacta will absorb through your skin and heal your muscles and ribs within a day or two, then begins replacing everything that was not used into the medpac as she asks, How badly damaged is your ship? My fighter is, unfortunately, a single seater, so if we're going to get you out, she smiles as she jokes, of the dangerous wilds you've crashed landed in, we might have a bit of repair work ahead of us."
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Post by Faradrim on Jun 26, 2023 17:05:11 GMT -8
Her ability to provide some levity to the situation was appreciated, given he was very much a stranger in a strange land. As her gaze inevitably passed across his scars and asked about them, he smirked whilst keeping his arms up and out of the way for her to work
Some of them were well paid hunts. But most often than not, they are jobs which paid little or nothing of monetary value, but held high emotional cost... Even a Faradrim have those they care about and wish to protect... Just as they can also be betrayed like anyone else...
Eryneth's unique situation amongst his people had put her life at risk from people almost as often as monsters. He could remember well the blades, arrows, and other assorted weapon wounds he had taken for her. He just wished he could have protected her from their latest predicament the same as all the others. His gaze then turned down to examine the gauze and the various patches covering his injuries, listening as Brielle detailed his treatment plan. He looked back up at her as she asked abut the condition of his ship and mentioned a fighter, the look in his face betraying his confusion a little. He did vaguely remember mention that what he was in was considered a ship which sailed upon the stars as opposed to on the water
Ah... Well... I'm not entirely sure...
He gestured around to indicate the room and more generally, the ship
This is all new to me, I was strapped in over there...
He pointed to one of the seats that was not close to any of the controls for flying or landing the vessel. He could feel the Medallion around his neck gently vibrating against his bare chest
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Jun 26, 2023 20:17:58 GMT -8
Handing Drauchir his padded shirt once she has finished her work on his ribs, Brielle tilts her head to the side at an inquisitive angle as he explains he had not been piloting his ship when it crashed, and in fact seems unfamiliar with the ship or its operation at all given his assertion that it is all new to him. "Strapped in by whom? Brielle asks in an openly curious tone, making her way over to the pilot's seat and sitting down to examine the control boards as she says, It sounds as though there must be a rather interesting story behind how it is you've come here, looking over her shoulder and arching an eyebrow with an amused grin as she asks, I don't suppose you're feeling inclined to share it? One of those betrayals you mentioned, perhaps?"
Finding the ship's automated damage assessment system, Brielle keys in the command for it to run a ship-wide diagnostic check to see what the extent of the damage it sustained prior to and after crash landing, Brielle leans back in the pilot's seat as she adds some incentive to her request in an attempt at both humor and levity, "Your story would, at least give us something to do other than stare at one another in companionable silence while I wait to see what kind of damage we are dealing with," hoping that, if the crash was due to nothing more than having no pilot at the controls as it sounds may be the case, the only damage might be superficial, leaving the engines and other systems needed for atmospheric flight undamaged.
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Post by Faradrim on Jun 27, 2023 20:07:46 GMT -8
He grunted slightly through the minor pain caused from the movement of dressing himself again as he pulled his shirt on first as Brielle looked around
I can work straps, I'm not inept...
He resumed dressing himself as Brielle moved to the pilots seat and started working some controls. He didn't entirely understand what she was doing, but she seemed confident enough in her work, so he grunted his way through putting on his armour. He pulled his medallion clear and let it come to rest on his chest as Brielle leaned back in the pilots seat, mentioning that they would have some time to wait before seeing what the damage was. Starships were quite the marvels, though apparently a lot less so for other lands. He couldn't comprehend what it must have been like growing up again them, or at least having a decent understanding of how they worked. He met Brielle's gaze for a moment, before staring off toward the back of the room
It was not exactly a betrayal...
He grunted as he tried to arrange the series of events into a cohesive narrative that wouldn't require too much interruption. He turned his back back to look up at Brielle
It was only days, if not weeks ago now, that the... world...
The word felt foreign in his mouth still, even after everything he had learned in those final days and hours
that I come from, was destroyed. A great cataclysm rose up and wiped it out. The Witches... They hadn't seen it coming until it was too late. Me and... my apprentice, we managed to get aboard the last of the great vessels which sail upon the stars. Though... It looked a lot older and worse than this. We escaped the Cataclysm... But it was not long after that we were captured... Well what we later realised was captured. At first we thought someone had just found and saved us... But we were wrong... They tried to put us in cages, to enslave us...
He bristled at the memory of how Eryneth had been treated and what they had planned to do with her
I managed to secure this... ship as you call it, and was waiting for my apprentice when the situation became too dangerous and Run... I had to escape...
His right hand gripped the Medallion a little tighter
I don't remember much after that other than passing out and then waking up after landing here... Where ever here even is...
As the system scan worked away, it would find damage to nearly all of the major systems. Some thigs were entirely offline, others had various degrees of electrical or fire damage, while a small handful were working fine. Any hopes of a quick repair would be best given up upon, though repairing the primary controls and systems for atmospheric flight shouldn't be too difficult a task for one knowledgeable
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Jun 28, 2023 4:02:55 GMT -8
Brielle looks puzzled when Drauchir says that he can work straps, wondering why he would feel the need to make the declaration and its companion assertion as to his lack of clumsiness, snorting a laugh when she realizes how her statement about being strapped in may have been taken to mean something other than it had, Drauchir's earlier description of being strapped into a seat nowhere near the pilot's seat making her mistakenly assume that he had been strapped in by someone other than himself, which leads her now to say, "Sorry, I didn't mean to cast any aspersions on your skill in the intricate and delicate art of working straps, I mistakenly thought your being strapped in so far away from the pilot's seat meant someone other than you did the strapping. My humble and sincere apologies."
Looking through the damage assessment as the report begins to scroll on the screen, Brielle, not a mechanic by any means, has the feeling she will need to call in some assistance sooner or later given that it does not seem likely that Drauchir -his ability to work straps notwithstanding - is any more skilled a mechanic than she is. Turning around and kneeling on the pilot's seat to face Drauchir as he shares the story of his journey to Ossus, Brielle's face reveals her reactions to it as she, at present, feels no need to police her expressions as she might in other situations.
Her expression when Drauchir opens by explaining that his - or rather the, Brielle noting that it is now the second time he has used the singular when speaking of where he is from rather than naming his home world or using a possessive determiner as most would given there are many worlds in the universe - world was destroyed in a cataclysm of some kind is, understandably, openly shocked and horrified given the magnitude of the loss of life that would be involved in the destruction of an inhabited world, though there is also a hint of confusion in the furrow between her brows as well since, though she by no means spends every waking moment attending to news of events around the universe, Brielle finds it odd that news of an event of the scale Drauchir describes had not somehow reached her in one way or another given the odds of someone at the Praxeum having heard of the destruction of an entire world seem rather good, as are the odds said someone would have shared it with others, increasing the odds that even someone sharing Brielle's tendency to seek the peace solitude affords her from the struggle to keep her loathsome, thusfar denied and rigidly self-monitored appetite - which is only made stronger when surrounded by Force Sensitives in the numbers they are present at the Praxuem - at bay within would have heard of it.
The commingled shock, horror and confusion are joined by a widening of the eyes suggesting understanding something which had previously proved perplexing when Drauchir's description of the vessels he and his apprentice had boarded to escape from the cataclysm makes all of the previous subtle hints in his statements or behavior that such ships were essentially as alien to him as something like Rakata technology would be to her make sense now, while also adding to her own mounting puzzlement as it is becoming more and more evident that wherever it is that Drauchir has escaped from, it is not likely to be anywhere in what most consider to be the known universe.
A subtle note of disgust finds its way into her expression when Drauchir speaks of being held captive along with his apprentice by those they had initially believed to be rescuers, Brielle's opinion about the actions of those responsible for Drauchir's present plight not difficult to at all to ascertain from that subtle note of disgust, nor is her concern for the fate of Drauchir's missing apprentice when her brows furrow more deeply when he concludes his tale by explaining he had passed out while waiting for his apprentice to join him.
"I am so sorry about your apprentice, Brielle says in a sincere tone matching her unguarded expression when she finds her voice once Drauchir's tale has come to its sad end, a hint of hopeful optimism entering her tone as she says somberly, I hope that she, like you, managed somehow to escape from your captors, no longer feeling up to the task of making lighthearted jokes to try and brighten the mood as she had been earlier. Shaking her head a bit as though to shake off the melancholy Drauchir's tale has given rise to within her, Brielle says in a tone suggestive of striving to regain her internal equilibrium by reaching for things known rather than the unknowns Drauchir's tale presents to her, Here is Ossus, by the way, adding when she can see that name has no meaning to him, In the Adega System? Trying something a but broader when that seems to have no more meaning to Drauchir, Brielle says in a mildly bewildered tone revealing her confusion that Drauchir has yet to possess any knowledge of things and places that are quite common knowledge even though his speaking Basic would suggest he hails from somewhere in the known universe, In the Outer Rim Territories? When that, too, proves of no more help than her previous attempts, Brielle tries flipping the equation around and asks even though she anticipates it will only add to their now shared confusion, asking for a name she suspects will have as little meaning to her as Ossus had to Drauchir, What was the name of your world?"
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