Star Wars Castaways - Season 2

Today the freighter Lisander has been reported missing by officials. The cargo freighter, that was flying under the imperial banner had been on it´s way from Ukio to the Outer Rims and had been scheduled to stop at Subternel in the early morning hours. It was carrying about 500 passengers. The ship had not yet shown up at any spaceport, nor has any emergency beacon been located and Moff Caso has confirmed, that a squadron of Tie/RC has been send out to find it, so far without results.
-Holonetwork New 336


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Star Wars
Castaways

Season 2
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They had survived the crash in their escape pod. Not many had made it to the pods, but those who had were now facing a most hostile environment. The jungle had taken half of them shortly after their involuntary arrival. Beasts had attacked and one had tried to eat a delicious looking fruit only to find it to be a poisonous.

Those who remained had set up an improvised camp and had lived of the rations provided by the few emergency containers that they had salvaged from their pod. Then the dreams began. Dark dreams, bringing their worst nightmare to the surface. Shots were heard in the jungle far away and cloud of insects rose from the jungle. They had watched and waited. Then the realisation slowly sank in, that nobody would come to save them. After a few more hours the Gotal in the group spoke what everybody probably thought.

“We need to move. We need to move or we will die.” He looked around and waited for reactions. There had been four pods. Someone else had to have survived.

Sure?

The voice was only in his head, but he was sure it had not been his. Was he losing his mind?

“We need to move soon.”

And he had the feeling, that somehow he was doing the right thing, the logical thing. But in a way he also had this other feeling . . . the feeling he was doing exactly what someone or something wanted him to do.



Welcome Season 2 to Star Wars – Castaways. You might have guessed it, those Castaways are you.


For those who have already played Season 1 this will be the sequel to their storylines. For all others this could very well be the beginning of their adventures in a tale of dark powers, survival and mystery.

Castaways is ab episodic drama. Season 2 will have five Episodes. The first will begin on next Saturday.

The game is set at some point after Yavin IV and before The Empire Strikes Back. The planet you are on is jungle planet and more you won´t know in the beginning.

To New Players: This game will take once and a last time (for quite a while at least) new players now. If you wanna join write me a PM with a CS or idea and we go from there.

To Old Players: Nothing new there for you, we ended Season 1 and will continue about an hour later.

On Characters
You can be anyone or anything, as long as you wanted to go to the OuterRim. Sure, you can be awesome bounty hunters or soldiers, but I encourage you to try more usual characters. Ordinary people.
What you cannot be is 1. A Jedi/Sith/Force User or 2. An imperial officer who was on duty.
If you want to join please send me a PM with your character (or the idea).
Everything else, including Stormtroopers will be fair game, as there actually were ten on board for unknown reasons. If you want to go down that route, please PM me to get some details. Any ideas you feel you need to talk about, send me a PM.

The CS:



Survivor´s Name:
Age/Appearance: (description or pic)
Equipment: I ask for realism here, you guys did not know you´ll strand on a planet, but were leaving a burning ship. So you won´t have survival gear on you or heavy weapons.
Who are you? : This replaces the usual bio. Give us a sentence or two who you are. Don´t spell out everything, just tell what others would probably be able to tell from a short conversation with you.


Rules:
No Godmodding
PM CS to me for approval
Post the CS if you want to, or use the first post to describe yourself.
Take your creative freedom, but stay reasonable.
Have Fun!

 

GM Approved

Survivor´s Name: Bekar Jan

Age/Appearance: Human, 35, average height, average build, unkempt brown hair, wearing a torn collared shirt, revealing a white undershirt, a greenish sweater is tied around his waist. Injury to right leg sustained in the crash.

Equipment: A satchel with data pads containing literary classics from the Old Republic, a water bottle and a walking stick.

Who are you?: Heading to start his new life with his family, when everything went sideways. Now he’s just trying to survive and find his family.

OOC: Hi glad to be joining old and new players in what sounds like a fun and interesting game.

 

GM Approved

Survivor´s Name: Uriel Manteroni

Age/Appearance: 52 years old/Uriel is a white man. With 1.8 meters tall and 85 kg weight. Brown hair. Athletic build and pleasing appearance. Good face. Uriel was born in year 52 BBY.

Equipment: Chiss dagger hidden in the back and two DY-225 undercover on belt. One Corellian Multi-purpose jacket.

Who are you?
After excellent services in Chiss War, Uriel was promoted to Admiral. He was called back in 22 BBY for to fight in Clone War against Separatist.

After end of Clone War in 19 BBY was accused of treason against the Galactic Empire because their republican ideology.Since then it has become an outlaw, an opportunistic mercenary ...

 

The CS, it is APPROVED:



Survivor´s Name: No'Sombody
Age/Appearance: Middle aged Paaerduag http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/126406/Paaerduag.JPG

Equipment: Specialty packages of deserts, technician tools, soundscapes and frequency modulator for Sombody to communicate on his own, couple diagnostic pads, cleaning cloth, special blanket/robe with two hoods, water filtration device, and collapsible walking crutches.
Who are you? : Jo is a fair computer IT tech and droid technician as evidenced by his tools, Sombody is an more 'man of the land' and their hard reinforced leather hides gear reflects his rough and tumble approach to life. Whereas Sombody is a prepper, Jo is an obvious by the numbers who keeps his patch of body exceptionally clean.

 

ooc: Everybody who hasn't posted his CS (and is still alive ingame), please do so before the first post. Everybody dead and still playing doesn't have to.

Character submission is closed now.



Pod 1: 6 Survivors

Bekar Jan (galacticvagabound422)
Uriel Manteroni (Uriel Manteroni)
No'Sombody (Mitth_Fisto)
Lox the Gotal (NPC)
Tarahni the Cathari (NPC)
Alaria, Human (NPC)

Pod 2: 9 Survivors

Commander Harlan (NPC)
Jarek Tiderunner (Revans_Disciple)
AD 766 (NPC)
AD 769 (NPC)
AD 770 (NPC)
AS 89765 (NPC)
IK 445 (NPC)
AF 3400 (NPC)
AF 3401 (NPC)


Pod 3: 4 Survivors

Han Solo/Keil Garris (HS29)
Celia “Cece” (Ktala)
Count Elzo of Karideph (NPC)
Lisa the Twi´lek (NPC)


Pod 4: 2 Survivors

Anora Cole (formerly MyrialofKanz, now NPC)
Sed Cole (NPC)


Presumed alive:
Zelia/The Woman (MonoGirly/SithGirly)
Eliza Thorn (Spycoder)

Known Losses:

Unknown Kel`Dor (NPC)
Losot (LordT)
Lorn of Lorsai (Fin)
Meset, the Weequay (Mitth)
Doctor Zerr (TTemp/Draco)
Ozan Hill (Muun, NPC)
Bom (Yvarema, NPC)
Flight Lieutennant Vars (NPC)

Stormtrooper AD767 (NPC)
Stormtrooper AM808 (NPC)

 

GM Approved

Survivor´s Name: Jarek Tiderunner

Age/Appearance: 27 years old, Jarek is white male. He’s blonde, athletic, and wearing his scorched stormtrooper armor. The only missing piece is his left shinguard, which was lost to the crash.

Equipment: Aside from his armor, he has a vibroblade dagger, a gift from his father passed through generations of his family, an E-11 Blaster Rifle, a single thermal detonator, and a datapad mostly used as a journal. The screen is cracked, but usable.

Who are you?
After joining the Stormtrooper ranks at age 18, Jarek was a proud serviceman. However, the more time he spent working with the empire, the more disillusioned he was with the system he served.

 

GM approved from Season 1

Survivor´s Name: Celia..aka Cece
Age/Appearance: Kid, young, scrawny, hiding her youth in oversized clothing.
Equipment: Has various items tucked away under her poncho. Tools, small datapad, a small hidden computer, another strange datanode she got off a body, 2 holdout pistols, a bigger gun, some food, other stuff...

Who are you:? A kid in a whole lot of trouble. She was running from trouble that lead in the death of her friend, and she's still running from it. The one person she thought she could trust just died, and she's feeling a bit shell shocked. Hates Imperials, and now has found herself in a nest of them. But considering she's also running from IT and hunters, she's not sure if its a good thing or not.

And then, there is the new thing she just found out...

Confused, is an understatement.

 

Episode 1: The Empire’s finest



Lox the Gotal, Tarahni, Alaria
Pod 1, Crashsite

They had survived the crash in their escape pod. Not many had made it to the pods, but those who had were now facing a most hostile environment. The jungle had taken half of them shortly after their involuntary arrival. Beasts had attacked and one had tried to eat a delicious looking fruit only to find it to be a poisonous.

Those who remained had set up an improvised camp and had lived of the rations provided by the few emergency containers that they had salvaged from their pod. Then the dreams began. Dark dreams, bringing their worst nightmare to the surface. Shots were heard in the jungle far away and cloud of insects rose from the jungle. They had watched and waited. Then the realisation slowly sank in, that nobody would come to save them. After a few more hours the Gotal in the group spoke what everybody probably thought.

“We need to move. We need to move or we will die.” He looked around and waited for reactions. There had been four pods. Someone else had to have survived.

Sure?

The voice was only in his head, but he was sure it had not been his. Was he losing his mind?

“We need to move soon.”

And he had the feeling, that somehow he was doing the right thing, the logical thing. But in a way he also had this other feeling . . . the feeling he was doing exactly what someone or something wanted him to do.

Nevertheless it was out there now and he looked from one member of the group to the other, waiting for reactions. There war the human who had mentioned his family a few times and probably was most open to the idea. It would be chance to find his family after all. The other human who was carrying the two guns was harder to read. An older, more seasoned guy who had probably seen his share of fighting. The Paaerduag was a strange creature. Nobody would know what he was thinking. Or was it “They”? Anyway, Lox was surprised they had made it so far. The Cathari was already nodding, playing with her dagger and looking to the others in the group herself. In her brown dress and with her deadly and elegant way to move she looked like she existed to survive, anyway. And then there was Alaria. The human was younger then the rest. The Gotal did not like her. Something was wrong about her, how she sat always a bit too far away from the group. She was in her early twenties, but appeared to be old in a way. From time to time she stroked her brown her out of her face, but other than that she seemed to have little interest in their affairs. Now she looked up though and it seemed for a moment as if she would say something. But then she obviously decided against it and kept her silence.
Lox smirked at that. She did not seem to be the first to answer a question like that. He turned to his other companions again, looking for opinions.

Tag: @Uriel Manteroni, Mitth_Fisto, @galacticvagabound422




AD 769, Count Elzo, Lisa
Outpost



The new hosts pretty much acted like guards. The Stormtrooper in his emotionless white armor had stayed behind them, his gun always ready to shoot if one of them moved. Before they had been allowed to enter the base they had been searched and stripped of all weapons. They were at his mercy, so to say.
The base was old and rotten. It had been here for quite some time, so much was obvious. “Pre-clone wars republic.” The Count had whispered when they entered. He should know as he was probably the only one of them who had seen that era. The Stormtrooper did not comment but lead them through a number of corridors to the inside of the outpost, where he opened a door that had been jury-rigged with a blaster pack to energize the door. Again these troopers showed unusual talents. Obviously they had advanced skills for their kind.

The room behind it was huge, but had no windows or other exits except the one they used to enter. The door closed behind them and was locked immediately. But that was probably secondary. What was more eye-catching was the pod A single tall pod in it’s center which contained a single body. It was obviously self-powered and looked mostly undamaged. “Isn’t that . . .” Curiously the Count stepped closer to the pod and had a look at the body inside. Wearing a black overall, it was obvious they knew the face.
“Lorn?” Count Elzo finished his sentence. And it was indeed Lorn. Without any injuries or any equipment, it was the same face. The same body. Sleeping he was hovering in the green fluid inside. “Chaba wanga!” Lisa spit out. WTF. So much Huttese everybody would understand.



Tag: Ktala







Commander Harlan, AS 89765, Anora Cole
Jungle in front of the outpost



AS 89765, AS8 as his platoon called him, did not feel like Jarek Tiderunner truly belonged to the squad. He had been a last minute replacement for a clone. The naturals were in his eyes never as reliable as the Emperor’s elite clones. But when signs of psychosis had been diagnosed in AM 656 they had needed a replacement. And Commander Harlan had picked the natural. Now he was treated by them as an equal. The code demanded it.
“We have checked the perimeter, Commander. No sign of Mandalorians or any other threat to the outpost. Or the package.” AS was the only scout in the team. He had to admit Tiderunner had made a good job though. Yet, they had found no sign of the package, the dozen containers they had originally transported on board the Lisander. They had not come empty handed though. “We found her.”
He nodded to Anora Cole and added then with the most laconic voice a man could have. “Them.”


Anora Cole stood there in her black armor, her rifle at her side and over her shoulder she had a man in his late thirties. She breathed heavy, but had not been ready to hand over her “prisoner” to Jarek and AS8. Now she finally threw him to the ground and that probably woke him up.
“Commander Harlan. I promised you a present. Here he is. Captain Han Solo. Rebel agent. Mass murderer. My prisoner.” Harlan could not hide his surprise. He raised his grown and had to smirk. The grey haired man in his fifties still was a warrior, fit and sharp. But even in his many years in CompNor. “Trooper.” He turned to Jarek. “Restrain him.”


He stepped to Anora Cole and looked at her. “Now go an search for my son, Commander. I recommend you to keep your promise.” Harlan looked at her. It was a lack of resepct to talk like him, especially in front of his men. But he knew Anora Cole’s reputation. So he simply nodded.
“Two men will go looking for him.” He said and then turned back to Jarek. “You, bring him to the others. They are not allowed to leave.”

Tag: HanSolo29, Revans_Disciple

 

Somebody
Strange Place

First there was pain.
Then there was darkness.

And then something happened. Something that was undefinable by the mind, but could only be called . . . wrong.

When the consciousness returned . . . when it became aware of it’s own existence once more . . . it felt like remembering a day long past. An imperfect memory that wasn’t really complete. A fragment. Growing thinner with every passing moment.
Then there was light. A dim, sickly blueish light and there was the jungle again. Or was it? It looked different. It felt different.

The Doctor was leaning over Meset when his eyes opened. He smiled with his broad reptilian smile at him. “What a night, right?” He hissed down to the man and then straightened his body. Something was different about him. He had two arms. No cybernetic replacement was there. Only two green, reptilian arms.
Not far away unseen by both other men Lorn would awake in the grass. The pain and injuries were gone. But for him it was most different to wake up here, because for the first time in centuries . . . there was no more force. He did not feel it. Not even a lack of it. He simply felt in this place . . . in this variation of existence . . . it seemed to do not exist.

Tag: @Mitth_Fist, DarkLordoftheFins

 

IC: Bekar Jan
Crashsite, Unknown Planet

“We need to move. We need to move or we will die.” The Gotal said with a grave tone, the fact that he added the possibility of death drove home the gravity of the situation. “We need to move soon.” The horned humanoid continued. The pain emanating the crimson slash across my right leg was, to put it mildly, a little distracting. I cast an eye around to my compatriots, or at least those that survived. Nearby was the other Human male, years older than myself, the way he carried himself was that of a solider, or distinguished warrior. The fact that he was armed gave credence to this image of his, possibly former, life. By far the most unique of our small band of survivors was a Paaerduag, I had read books where they were marked as special amongst sentient beings, in that they were symbionts, two separate beings that fused together as they matured. I’m rather certain that many of my colleagues in Xenobiology would be very interested in studying this, person, persons? I guess the matter of whether or not to refer to a Paaerdaug as plural or singular would be left up to each individual of the species, or the philosophers. Next was the feline, a Cathar I believe, her head nodded while her hands fiddled with a dagger. Her movements had a serene grace to them but, also an air of danger and deadly intent. Although some males maybe ‘turned on’, I believe is the colloquial term, by this duality, I am not of their number. I prefer to keep living. Finally there was the young woman who constantly separated herself from the group, she looked like she should be sitting though one of my lectures on the epics of the Old Republic. Diving into the symbolism and what each enchanted object meant to the people of the time, how those symbols affect our view of the galaxy, expounding on the sentient experience thought out the ages, on how it remains the same and how it changes. What I wouldn’t give to be back in the lecture hall, far away from a place that was fast becoming a graveyard for us. I rested a hand on my nerfhide satchel, contained within, besides some of my favorite literary works of the far past stored on datapads and a water bottle, which was necessary to sustain my voice during the aforementioned lectures, was a small cube that contained a holographic image of my wife, Saphee and young son, Garv. We had gotten separated during the crash and now I fear the worst may have happened to them. I must push these lugubrious thoughts out of my mind; it was of no benefit to think them. As long as I believed that my family was alive, there was still a glimmer of hope in this place. I reached for a long, thick, branch I’ve been using as a walking stick/crutch for the past two days.

“I agree with this plan of action,” I called out. Again I looked to my companions, gauging their reactions, were they in favor of decamping or of remaining, we knew that no one was coming to save us, we would have to save ourselves. That meant finding fresh water and food that wouldn’t kill us, lest we forget the example of our unlucky comrade who died eating of the poisonous flora.

TAG: Uriel Manteroni Mitth_Fisto SirakRomar

 

IC: Meset
Strange Place

Pain. Not unexpected. The brain was said to feel for a moment after it left the body.
Darkness. There was no light at the end of any tunnel, nor did he expect one.

Then. . .then there was more. And it was not the Quay, this he felt but did not know how.

What was Quay? How could he forget. He? Yes. Meset. Meset? Hunter. How? What?

Blearily he looked and saw a light, a soft blue of a desert evening twilight, but it was not the desert, it was the jungle. But it did not seem the jungle. Then he was here, the Doctor. The smile and teeth of something nearly right showing something not underneath. He had never gotten the chance to kill the man. Pity.

Then he noticed it, not the words, they were diffuse and lacked the scents of proper language as the speaker used the tones of Basic, but there is. . .was a difference. The Doctor was whole and so less deadly in body, but that was impossible. "Yes." he simply replied as he looked at the man and then about him, the grass the land, the jungle.

He took stock of himself. Weapons? Means? Head attached? Why? "Some morning." he merely added waiting for what appeared to be the Doctor to add something more. Talkative races normally could not help fill the silence, as the Doctor already had shown.

TAG: SirakRomar

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IC: Jo'Sombody
Pod 1, Crash site

Out of the fire, into the pot. Or so some saying went. Still they could not cherish their survival as the real aspect of staying that way was now a means to every end. They fought beasts, they learned not to eat the juicy fruit, they heard other sounds of survivors and then say death by bugs on a scale that would make a city of Kubaz beg the location of the hive with purse strings wide open. Personally Jo would rather be snug at a termal, or even have that thrice blasted travel rig station and helping a laser brain tone deaf wookie with the means of toggling the power off an unfamiliar computer system. His other half, well he probably was contemplating which ration bar they should eat today and hoping it wasn't Exoteen concentrate 3 again.

The dreams though, that was really had them on edge. Funny. Near death had become a norm after a few days as they established the camp and his other half was conserving power on the voice modulator so he had truly been the only voice besides a gut rumble they heard or felt for them. Still, survival and in a way a separation from the others. They were different to them, just as those survivors were different to them.

The horned one's words echoed in their brains, followed quickly by the young human with a family, and he heard his other half speak, <Inconceivable!>

"Sounds good. Which direction?"

<Really? I think we should stay. We at least have a camp now.> His larger half waved an arm, to no one really, and resumed looking over their bedding for a moment, swinging Jo's point of view so his head bobbed to keep focused.

"I hope you do not mean toward the possible pod in the direction of the bugs?" Jo stated in his high pitched voice as his other half continued to make sure the campsite of their shelter was securely tethered.

TAG: @Uriel Manteroni, SirakRomar, @galacticvagabound422

OOC: <Bracketed words are spoken by the other half/large face side in subsonic range>

 

IC: Uriel Manteroni
Pod 1, Crash site
Music: http://www.vagalume.com.br/linkin-park/burn-it-down.html

Thought; Speech; Action; NPC.

Uriel feel pain in the head, he had hit your head in the "soft" landing of Pod. Ahhh damn, these emergency Pod are no longer as before ... in my time it had air bags throughout the interior ...do these damn dreams are due to be pain in the head? Uriel meditated.

Uriel looked around, was in a dense forest, dark, obviously dangerous: Dammit ... but that travel unsuccessful !! All I wanted was to go to the nearest spaceport and escape from Jawa-Hutt, he wants my scalp, because I have not paid the Stelar-Map of THE MAW. Uriel touched the Star Map that was within its Multi-functional jacket.

Uriel looked at his companions: a young man and a young woman, a Paaerduag (hmm ... sentinel very interesting ...) a Gotal and a Cathari. Well ... this is my family now !!

So Gotal says:

Uriel analyzed the speech of being with horns: Well, this a hypotesis ... strange, looks like he's hallucinating ... behavior is strange: The Gotal continues:

Then the young man:

If I'm not mistaken I saw this boy next to a young woman with a child ... should be important to him ... maybe he wants to find them ...

So Paaerduag says,

Uriel realizes that the big head , it say some ...inaudible... hmmm that big head communicates only with the small head, which is usually the 'leader', on my studies I know the language of these beings is highly complex, the language more complex of known universe, they use words and pronunciations that only being with two mouths and four ears can understand ... certainly the large head is talking ... what him opinion? ... does it have conflicts these symbionts beings ??

The Paaerduag say a meaningless phrase in the context of dialogue ... Hmm, this is it, they also have conflicts ...

Then Uriel says: "I agree that we should move on. Uriel looks at everyone and then continues:
"Well, in relation at direction, I have a hyper-geodetic system guidance." Uriel took a little green ball of 1.5 cm diameter of his jacket. He press a little red button on the ball, and the ball is levitating at eye.

"We just have to decide which direction to go: north, south, east or west, and this little beauty of Chiss Technology, will direct us in the direction that we choose ...." Uriel looks at all and says: "After all, we are in a dense forest, unless we have an orientation, we will be going in circles. "

Uriel question: "Does anyone have water? I'm thirsty..." By the way, my name is Uriel Manteroni. Can you give me the honor to say their names?"

TAG:
@Mitth_Fisto
@SirakRomar
@galactic-vagabound422

 

Cece (Celia)
Creepy Old Outpost

Cece walked on, feeling rather numb. The Count and Lisa had each other. Cece was feeling rather alone. But at least she did have them close by. And there was their shadow, this stormtrooper who followed them. She hated losing her weapons, but not like she had much choice. But she could keep her equipment. Cause that was useful.

To them. Not like she had much choice of anything at the moment. She would have to bid her time for now. Cece wondered if the woman Anora would make it back. Cece figured that she would. She was a fighter. Cece looked around at the structure. It was old. Very old. The Count confirmed it, when she heard him whisper "Pre-clone wars republic." Wow. That WAS old. Cece just stayed quiet, and walked, looking around, trying to scan the area, in case they had to leave it in a hurry. They were lead through many doorways, some jury-rigged, with various small power packs. She could fix that, if she was inclined to. Just not at this moment. These guys were pretty smart. Smarter than most. Could these be the same guys be...

Cece stopped her train of thought, when they were led into a huge room. No windows, and no other doors. The door swooshed closed and locked behind them. Cece swallowed hard, but stayed silent, looking around. A HUGE single tod pod of some sort, stood alone in the center of the room. It had a body inside. Cece stayed where she was.
She had seen enough bodies of late. “Isn’t that . . .” Curiously the Count stepped closer to the pod and had a look at the body inside. Wearing a black overall. The look on his face, made Cece take a small step.

“Lorn?” Count Elzo finished his sentence. Cece looked over, and yes, it was the same face. Without any injuries or any equipment, it was the same face. The same body.

Cece took a few steps back, even as Lisa spat out a few appropriate curse words. Cece thought to Lorn's last words to her. That '..he was already dead. Had died a long time ago....' Another Lorn? Why? Why was he so important, that someone made copies? HOW? Cece simply shook her head, and stepped away from the tube. This was all too much. She had barely just mourned his death a few short hours ago, and now there was THIS thing here. Why here? And that crazy dark woman, Zelia. Was she, like him too? Another copy? Cece sat down heavily on the floor, letting her poncho pool around her.

Another Lorn. Secrets. More Secrets. Secrets she was sure they would not want shared. But if this planet stayed true to form, they would not be safe here for too long. They needed to find that source of the red light. To turn off the machine to get away from this cursed planet. But right now, there was nothing for her to do. So she kept her thoughts close to her, as best as she could. And she hoped that the thing in the pod would stay sleep. If what Lorn had said earlier was true, if it woke up, then IT would know.

And that would not be a good thing.

So she simply watched.



Tag: SirakRomar

 

Lorn
Strange Place

Many things about his mastery of the force had disgusted Lorn. Some had even frightened him, also he would never have admitted that. But one thing he had always viewed as a blessing, a true gift. Those strong in the force understood the great mystery that was death. Not in it’s entirety, but more so than any other living creature. He had felt death. He had felt souls merging with the living force. Becoming one with it, as the Jedi called it. He had felt the screaming madness of the Dark Side taking its servants. He had felt those close to death slowly fading from existence on the spiritual plane.

For all those alternatives he had been well prepared, when he decided to sacrifice himself.

So one thing was absolute clear to him. This was wrong.

“This is so wrong.” He voiced his thought as he raised to his feed not too far away from the Weequay and the Doctor. So they had died, too. At least he saw none of his own group around. His sacrifice had bought them their lives, at least. Lorn looked around and smirked. Then he looked down at his hands. The absence of the force felt surprisingly natural, yet it left a cold hole in his mind. A lack of perception that made him feel blind and deaf.

“Whatever this is, it is very wrong.”

Tag: Mitth_Fisto, SirakRomar

 

Lox the Gotal, Tarahni, Alaria
Pod 1, Crashsite

Lox nodded at the comment of the two creatures who seemed to be one. "Not towards the bugs, I agree."

Alaria spoke for the first time. “So we all agree. Nice toy you got there, old man.” She nodded at the piece of equipment her fellow survivor had presented. “But our choice is simple, isn’t it? We go towards the shots . . . because whoever shoots got guns and we got awful few guns. Guns might be useful killing beasts. Or we go away from the guns, because if they shoot at things, they might shoot at us and we might all die.” She smirked and continued to play with her dagger.
Lox looked at Alaria and then at the others. “Looks like someone figured it all out . . . “ He added sarcastically. Tarahni was obviously not listening to any of it anymore. She stood up ignoring the chatter and slowly walked towards the jungle. Lox kept on talking. “We should go north, where the mountains are. Mountains usually spawn rivers, right? Right?” He put the water bottle from his belt and gave it to Uriel who had asked for water. “Because this is our last bottle and we need water, or am I wrong? Hey you! Cat! What cha doin?”

Tarahni turned half to him and looked at the others. “Something is out there. We are not alone.”

Tag: @Uriel Manteroni, Mitth_Fisto, @galacticvagabound422


Count Elzo, Lisa
Outpost

Count Elzo looked at Cece and then sighed. She obviously had no more of an idea what was going on than any of them. “Chwang.” He smiled at Lisa and the Twi’lek sat down next to Cece and sighed. The Count kept on circling around the strange pod with the copy of Lorn, until he was finally tired of it and leaned against it.
They stayed mostly silent for the next hour, but suddenly the doors opened once more. Eliza . . . the crier as she had been nicknamed earlier . . . stumbled into the room. “Hey, a bit more . . .” Too late, the doors closed and she was alone with them. “Hello.” She smiled at them and then looked at Lorn again. “Who but him in there?”
Count Elzo looked at her and then at the pod. “Dunno, probably the Emperor.” He said and for a moment he seemed to know much more than he revealed.

Tag: Ktala

ooc: HS29 and the undead, I will give your "partners" a little more time to post.

 

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IC: Uriel Manteroni
Pod 1, Crash site
Thought; Speech; Action; NPC.

The human girl spoke for the first time:

Uriel said: "Thank you princess, I have many other hidden surprises in store ... or better in jacket ..."

Uriel examined the girl considerations ... who is this girl? ... she seems to be so dangerous... with that dagger ...

Lox says:

He do not like her...

Lox kept on talking.

Uriel: "Yes sir !!" Uriel took the hyper-geodetic system guidance, turned north and launched the small ball in the specified direction. Then the system stopped at 2 meters of Uriel: "Well, now the system will consider me your pivot, every step I take, it will move the equivalent distance in the chosen direction. The system will never be far from me."

Lox then grabbed his water bottle and gave it to Uriel and said,

Uriel: "Thanks commander!" Then Uriel drank the water, but he was careful not to drink it all, leaving enough to another colleague with thirsty.

So Lox:

Tarahni half turned to him and looked at the others.

Uriel put the water bottle in his jacket, and took one of their DY225, and activated it, the hiss of heavy-blaster was heard. Then Uriel approached Tarahni, the guidance system followed Uriel, always pointing to the north, when Uriel was near her, he said: "Where?"

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Jarek Tiderunner was lost in thought. The crash still had him rattled, all this time later. The thought of being stranded here, potentially for the rest of his days, made him uneasy. Although he had no family to speak of, he still possessed ambition. Although rare, he’d heard of one stormtrooper that had become a moff. Perhaps he could as well. At least, that what he told himself. The empire wasn’t quite what he’d expected. The longer he’d been here, the less he’d liked the inner workings.

As Solo hit the ground, he’d hard Harlan tell him to restrain him. As usual, his tone was underscored with an almost imperceptible challenge, as though he didn’t consider Jarek capable of such a simple act. harlan hadn’t been particularly appreciative of Jarek’s last minute inclusion in the squad. Though the code demanded he treat Jarek as an equal, it didn’t feel that way. Jarek paid little mind to it, accepting of the fact that he was a replacement for someone Harlan respected. Until now, at least. His emotions were much harder to wrangle into line on this world, to Jarek’s dismay. It was the crash, he thought. He just needed to accept his new station in life and realize that someone would eventually find them. Wouldn’t they?

Solo got on one knee and began to say something. Sithspit! Jarek thought as he realized he should be restraining the prisoner. He swiftly slapped Solo’s hands away, pushed him to the ground, and with one knee on his back, snapped a pair of stun cuffs around his wrists. “Sorry sir— I thought he was unconscious.” Jarek apologized to Harlan, who simply replied with a glower.

TAG: SirakRomar HanSolo29
ooc: Thanks for the patience— I’ve just finished up finals at college and will be much more available moving forward. Apologies for the delay.

 

Meset
Somewhere Strange

Whatever response the Doctor was going to give, well it was lost to the shock and strident pulling of his own muscles at the voice he heard. The Face he saw with a whipping of his braids. It was. . .impossible.

"1026!" he barked out in surprise as he kipped back a short span to draw his feet beneath himself and keep both beings in his line of sight.

It was a lapse of judgement, he should of said no words, but still it come from him as surely as the man stating that things were not right. He knew this man, tangentially at best. Yet he shouldn't know him. "Yes. Wrong." he spoke shortly as he looked back and forth between the two here. What more was there to be said?

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IC: Bekar Jan
Crashsite, Unknown Planet

I remained silent as the young woman spoke for the first time,

“So we all agree. Nice toy you got there, old man.” I looked to the supposed Chiss designed orientation device. I’m no engineer so I will have to take Uriel’s, odd name that, word that it works as indented. “But our choice is simple, isn’t it? We go towards the shots . . . because whoever shoots got guns and we got awful few guns. Guns might be useful killing beasts.” This thought scares me, I have not nor do I plan on ever handling a baster-arm. I believe them clumsy and random, more harm to the user than the target. I do think it sometimes, if I had to use a baster to save my family, would I cast away the morals I’ve lived by for so long? Would this act change me irrevocably? I’ve heard the line that every time you take a life a piece of you dies with them. How many lights has Uriel snuffed out, left to perish on cold ground? He didn’t seem the worse for wear, or maybe his scars are hidden, deep within his heart. Only time would tell if I should trust this mysterious individual. “Or we go away from the guns, because if they shoot at things, they might shoot at us and we might all die.”

Death was also something I wish to avoid, death and guns, two things that seem to be in a surplus on this planet well, them and nightmares. The dark visions left me cold. Longing for the warmth of home and family, however, in the dreams I always watched them die, each time more horrible and, torturous than the last. I have begun contemplating taking up insomnia to circumvent these cyclical terrors. I repulse the idea I’ve read the studies, I know going without rest would destroy the brain I’m working so hard to protect. Though my physical mind would be preserved, what about my psyche, can it survive another day, a week, a month. We have no idea how long we shall remain marooned on this deadly planet.

“Looks like someone figured it all out . . . “The Gotal called out, breaking me from my introspection. “We should go north, where the mountains are. Mountains usually spawn rivers, right? Right?” I nodded my head in affirmation.

"Yes sir!" Uriel said, the older man went on to demonstrate how his device worked and would function, a handy little thing, important not to get lost, especially in a place that seems intent on killing you.

“Because this is our last bottle” he continued “and we need water, or am I wrong?” he paused to look at the Cathari, who had wondered towards the jungle of horrors, “Hey you! Cat! What cha doin?”

“Something is out there. We are not alone.” She replied, I got to my feet leaning on my walking stick to do so, I felt entirely ill prepared for another fight. I don’t know how I got through the first two nights with the insects and then the hunters. My hands began to shake at the mere thought of witnessing more death. Until this point I’ve never seen anyone die, only depictions given in word or image. I must steady myself, I must survive, for my family.

TAG: SirakRomar Uriel Manteroni Mitth_Fisto

 

The Doctor
Neverwhere


Zerr turned and almost laughed as he saw Lorn. 1096, as the Weequay called him. Butt hat was the name Zerr had given him. If he has awakaened, truly awakened like the girl . . . he was known as Lorn now and would probably be remembered by that name . . . or would he? After all, he seemed to be dead now, too.

„I would have bet on you . . . at least I was sure you and her would battle it out . . .“ He laughed and looked at Meset. Only then he realized the irony, the truth . . . the opportunity. How the past sometimes catches up with you was astonishing. Yet, this time it was not a bad thing. Here under the worst circumstances he was actually finally ready to pay whatever price his past demanded for his many, many sins.
„Strange? Wrong? Not strong enough words for what this is, my old friend. You have no idea how perverted it is . . . we should have joined the great energy field. But this? This was never meant to happen.“

Looking at Lorn he smiled. Yet, there was probably a chance to have his revenge on whatever sadistic, treacherous creature had arranged his murder.

Lorn.

Tag: MitthFisto, Fin, Sirak


ooc: Cameo! Good to be back, even if only for a few posts . . .

 

Jo'Sombody
Pod 1, Crash site

Fire was such a tricky thing, like errant code or a randomized glitch in a droids software it seemed to almost dance. Some beings became so enamored with a glitch in a system that fixing it was anathema, at least they knew the glitch they had and how to work with it. Trouble was, nothing was static. Glitches grow and change in time, just he had grown and merged with himself, two halves becoming a better whole. He and his stockier half could loose themselves so easily to a rumination of that line of thought, it was favored past-time when surrounded by these who lived their whole lives alone, separate, and wishing. . .wishing for a love that binds as well as keeps. In this his kind pitied them, they knew only half an embraced life, and in this they knew, Jo' knew they envied him.

Directions seemed to be set, and to be honest he didn't have anything to add. He certainly wasn't going to mention anything his lower half was mumbling about <Water catchers. . .pits. . .tapping. . .> and to be honest he didn't follow half of it.

Still as another spoke and something was noted at the woods his perspective shifted to look at the sky as his larger half set to breaking down their shelter, such as it was, for travel. Wholly leaving his half with four eyes and two arms to tilt and look at what the others were doing. Which to be honest had him grumbling about blaster touting aliens with over compensating trigger fingers. Still he raised his voice if for no other reason than to contribute something other than an additional spectator to the situation.

“Remember to look before you shoot! We don’t all have hair, some consider clothing unnecessary, and ammo doesn’t grow on bushes here.” His high pitched voice probably sounded a little whiny to this mid-ranging vocalists, but, eh why not. They looked all looked like freaks of nature to him, which went to show sentience was in the eye of the mind and not the beholder. Not to mention he was an IT guy, stating the obvious to idiots was his day job and he didn’t want to get rusty.

TAG: SirakRomar, Uriel Manteroni, galactic-vagabond422

 

Cece (Celia)
Creepy Outpost

Cece sat on the floor, focusing her eyes on the floor. She refused to look up at that THING in the tube. It was not Lorn. Not the one she knew. It was a copy. Why was he considered so important that they would make copies? Very weird. Was that him she had seen on the ship? These guys could not all have come from the same place. What was going on?

She heard the Count say something, and she looked up to see Lisa sit down next to her. Cece have her a nod, but didnt say anything. It seemed as if time crawled. No one spoke or did anything. Why would they? They were pretty much locked in, with no place to go. And since no one was shooting at them, it suited her just fine. But then suddenly the doors open and someone stumbled in. Cece turned her head to get a better look...

Oh Geezze.. Cece thought to herself. The crybaby. SHE survived? That was amazing. Cece wondered what happened to the guy who as with her. The girl looked at them. “Hello.” She smiled at them and then looked at not-Lorn. “Who put him in there?” she asked.

Count Elzo looked at her and then at the pod. “Dunno, probably the Emperor.” Cece's posture remained the same, but her mind was postively bursting with questions. The Emperior?! But why? Did it matter? And the crazy lady. Hiw wife? was she in one too? Did she have copies of herself running around? THAT was a terrifying thought indeed! She wanted to ask him so much more, but this was not the place..nor the time. Cece gave a deep sigh.

"We need to find that place with the light we were heading for earlier. But after running around this crazy planet, Im so lost, I dont know,,," Cece gave another sigh. "Not like we got a say, at the moment." She looked up at the capsle. "Just wish they put us someplace away from ...that thing."

Cece stared back at the floor. "I HATE this place..." she muttered softly. There was certainly so much more going on here. But how could she explain the stuff she had learned from her mental 'visitors'? No how to explain the crazy lady who claimed to be Lorn's wife!!. And she certainly wasnt going to tell any of these hard shelled idiots she heard stuff. She glanced at the tube once more, before closing her eyes. She would have to bide her time, for now.


TAG: SirakRomar