Event Something Wicked

[The Gatekeeper]

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”


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Somehow, one way or another, different people now find themselves on a new and uncharted world. The holonet doesn't reach out here. Ordinary landmarks drew their attention in this unusual place, signs of civilization this far from civilized space. Whatever their motivation, be it greed, curiosity, or simple happenstance, groups have formed to explore.

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Humble Town
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An ordinary and peaceful town in the distance greeted eyes and ears. Cool breezes of early evening blew between quaint wooden homes and over dirt roads guided by humble cobblestones. A mix of oil lamps and the rare electric lights powered by near-antique solar generators offered uneven illumination. They mixed with the many colors of a setting sun that dipped ever nearer the horizon, seen through gray clouds gathering in the sky above. The shapes of ordinary people drifted hither and thither through the streets, anything distinct difficult to make out through a lazily rolling fog that covered the landscape.

Green grasses brush gently against cloth on the way, or perhaps gravely and overgrown roads crunch beneath marching boots. No matter one's footwear or manner of dress there was a certain sense of peace in the air. A town was a safe place to be and an excellent source of information when visiting brand a new planet, after all. Ahead on the road, a the first thing to pass by was an opening in a humble wooden fence.

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Abandoned Building

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On the approach the dilapidated structure seemed ordinary, if slightly out of place so far away from anything else. Tall, widely rectangular, and built of mossy grey brick covered in patches of climbing vines. The windows from a distance appeared dirty, dusty with disuse and yellowed from age, metal bars across their fronts. A bent fence of thick, black iron bars spotted with rust surrounded a wildly overgrown courtyard. Gnarled trees grew twisted in the yard, steadily yellowing leaves falling to gather atop snaking roots that forced their way through the ground until they cracked and broke the courtyard stone.

Insects chirped and the first hooting of native owls resounded. Night was soon approaching, and such a place would prove a much better shelter than sleeping out in the wilds of unfamiliar territory. It was obvious no one's been there in years and years. And, judging by the greying sky in twilight's waning gleam, rain was on its way.

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Crumbling Ruin
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Following long and winding roads into the deep woods, a coating of fallen leaves crunching and crackling underfoot, would eventually lead to a kind of clearing. Rays of fading sunlight dappled across the forest floor and danced to the sway of far-reaching branches. The only natural light source, it fell partly upon a structure of solid but cracked stone worn by weather and time carved into a rocky hill. Greenery grew unchecked on every surface, mud and stagnant water gathering in still pools coated in slick algae. Moss and vines crept across what were once mighty pillars, now broken.

Foot-smoothed stairs lead up toward a wide entrance to the structure, no door barring passage inside. Rusty braziers on either side sat empty of flame. Foreign symbols of unknown meaning or purpose, many so worn away as to be nearly illegible, were carved into the outer walls. A single human-sized statue, so weathered as to lack any distinguishing features even on its face, stood atop the hill. What kind of place was this, long ago? Curiosity may lead to an answer.

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[Charlotte Le'Anna]

OOC Note: Abandoned Building

Where the fuck was she? Darkness was descending on the mysterious planet and Charlotte was at least a handful of miles from her shuttle. What the kriff had she been thinking? She should have turned around as soon as she could not find a spaceport. What kind of backwater world did not have the holonet or at least a handful of working ports? All she found was open plains with dead silence. She could not even fully reason how she ended up here. Charlotte had planned to visit Art when her navigation system had lost its mind. She’d ended up dropping out of Hyperspace above a world with no name. Her entire nav system seemed fried, which forced her to land to attempt repairs.

Of course, she was a shitty mechanic and could not get everything reset. The mighty matriarch of House Le’Anna was forced to hoof it to the nearest port…which she never found. Charlotte was nothing if not stubborn and continued to walk until she found what she was looking for. That never happened. Dressed in plain black robes, with her mouth and nose covered, she traipsed across the planet. What a delight. She would not sleep outside. She was a Hapan Nobel for the love of Darkness. There was no way she would be caught sleeping in the grass.

Charlotte topped a hill to finally be greeted by a welcome sight. A dilapidated building appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She cast her gaze around the hillside. There was literally nothing else around. Night was coming…she could hear the sounds of insects and birds whipping up around her. Her eyes narrowed. She was a master of the Darkside, a Sith in all ways, she killed her father and led her mother to death…she was not afraid of a damn building. Charlotte took a deep breath. She felt no fear. She was Charlotte Fora Le’Anna. Totally totally unafraid. She gulped. Hard. Well, it would be better than sleeping outside.

She began to slowly approach the gate.

@Phoenix

 

[Mik Deluto]

HUMBLE TOWN

The corporate shuttle with the Systech Corporation logo touched down just outside of a town after much bickering had been done onboard. The ramp lowered to reveal an agitated Mik Deluto step down the ramp and take a sip from a durasteel hipflask filled with Agamar Cognac. "Ord Mantell Pilot School my schutta," he shook his head and then almost slipped down the ramp. The fog surprised him and was a lot colder than the shuttle's interior. He wasn't really dressed for a 'proper outside'.

He had been enroute to Quesh from the Corporate Sector together with Julia Hiporia, but the pilot -who he now doubt had ever gone to any kind of pilot school ever- had made a mistake with the hyperspace coordinates and stranded them... well, here. "Julia!" (@Nor'baal) he called back into the shuttle, "Does he at least know what planet this is? You know what-" he took another sip of the cognac, "-nevermind! We'll just ask the people in that village." Maybe they had a restaurant that served something with just a tiny bit more taste than those boring ration packs these shuttles packed.

@Nor'baal @Logan

 

[Drak Vúlfur]

OOC: Crumbling ruins

Today was certainly not a good day for Drak, a freak hyperspace accident resulting in his shuttle crashing somewhere on a planet he did not know, being the last survivor because of him jumping out of the ship and using his jetpack before he joined everyone else in a fiery death, the Mandalorian warrior had been walking without a destination in mind for a while now, munching on a small reptile creature he had hunted and cooked with his flamethrower under his helmet .

Eventually, Drak stumbled upon some kind of ruin, which made him feel a little bit of relief, the planet he had crashed on had sentient life at some point in the past at least, that was good, maybe he could even rest inside the ruins for a while before searching for intelligent lifeforms, but for now the Mandalorian would simply take a look at the entrance and the strange statue with a bit of curiosity...Just where did he end up, really?

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Julia Hipori]

HUMBLE TOWN

"Useless." Julia stormed off the landing ramp of theshuttle and down to, well, wherever the hell 'here' was. She was in her usual d'lesaneux suit, red this time around, and had a stim hanging lazily in her right hand as she gave Mik a withering look. "Sometimes, I really wonder if we're paid enough."

The fact that Mik was the Systech CFO was not lost on her, neither was the fact that she requently was on the 'Heralds Hottest 100 Earners' for the Corporate Sector.

She just liked winding him up.

Her pocket buzzed as she followed Mik into the village.

+++ Prez. Thorne / Emryc +++​

"Ew." she thumbed the red button to cancel the incoming call. "Busy, darling." she rolled her eyes and took a drag on her stim. Spying what appeared to be a diner, just -empty - she nudged Mik. "There you go, easy. We call HQ and we're outta here." she said, as though it was themost obvious thing in the world.

In her pocket, her phone started to buzz again.

"I need a holiday. Swear to..."

@Eccles

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

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Abandoned Building
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After lots of nagging, begging, spam-calling and complaining, Clove finally convinced Arctus and Ruzaan to join her on her trip to Ralltiir. Inspired by the Potluck where they first met, she wanted to show them the wonderful planet and its many parties. Actus' co-padawan Felix ended up tagging along the ride. Despite having never met the Padawan before, she was sure he must've been a good person. And so, the half-Sephi managed to borrow a ship and took flight into the vast galaxy.

Little did they know, Clove's flying was a straight-up nightmare.

Precious fuel after fuel was wasted in her attempt to fly, and they went the wrong way at several points. But she refused to let go of the steering wheel; she was too stubborn to give up. She knew she could fly pretty well because she had done so before and it went well! Only one wall was broken, and that wall was in the way anyway.

As expected, their ship eventually ran out of fuel, forcing the four Padawans to land on an unknown planet. It was a bumpy landing, but the ship eventually came to a stop after much shaking and a slushing sound. The ramp groaned to life and slowly opened, revealing only slightly damp grass and mist.

"... So. I might have made a mistake." Clove finally declared to the Padawans in the ship. "It stinks here, but on the bright side we can breathe, so whatever is stinking isn't lethal!"

Clove walked down the ramp and glanced around to survey the area. No matter where she looked, her gaze found nothing but dingy-looking damp grass and shadow-covered trees. With the exception of one direction. To the north of their ship stood a tall manor in the distance, looking anything but welcoming. To make matters worse, the sky was darkening. She felt a tremor running down her arms and into her hands, causing them to idly shake. She was deeply uncomfortable.

"Uhm. What now?"

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Tag @Forsythe Crowholde @SlagathorTheUnknown @christhebetrayer @Phoenix ​

 

[Ripley Virago]

Crumbling Ruin
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Ion storms were an unusual phenomena and usually didn't come out of nowhere, but this one had. Any aviator with any brains had the good sense to avoid these dangerous bursts of plasma, but this particular storm had come out of nowhere and was unavoidable.

When the raging magnetic field nearly knocked out the ship's electrical systems, Ripley had been forced to attempt a landing on this unknown planet. It was a rough landing, but The Specter had touched down in one piece. The light freighter's cosmetics were a little worse for wear, but at least she would not be returning it to the Galactic Museum in pieces.

"Can you fix it?" Ripley asked eagerly, peering over her brother's shoulder to the loose wiring in his hands.

"I think so," was his mumbled reply, jumping with a start as one of the wires shocked his hand. Ryker held an injured thumb up to his mouth, sucking on it as a frown settled permanently on his face. "It would go faster if you lent a hand."

Ripley laughed the accusation off, shaking her head and deciding to play to his massive ego. "You know I've never studied mechanics. I'd just be in your way." She twirled a strand of white hair around her finger. "Besides, I have better things to do."

It was possible that the ion storm was a blessing in the disguise of magnetic energy and bursts of plasma. Ripley had spotted something in the forest during their descent to safety—an abandoned structure of some kind. Or at least it looked abandoned. Either way, she intended to find out. Curiosity always got the best of her.

Ryker raised an eyebrow, wiping some grease from his chin. "You aren't seriously going to wander off onto this kriffing planet, are you? Who knows that's out there?"

"That's exactly the point. Want to come along?"

"Are you kidding me?" he scoffed. "There's no way I'm stepping foot out there, and if you weren't such a laserbrain neither would you."

"Just fix the ship," Ripley replied, not phased.

The Arkanian descended the boarding ramp and followed a long and winding road that led into the forest, the dying leaves crunching and crumbling beneath her boots. The breeze tugged gently at her hair and swayed the dark branches overhead. She relished in the isolation of her surroundings and the cool weather.

Most of all, she relished the hunt, the search for the unknown that laid just beyond the horizon. Something called to her from that structure nestled deep within the forest. Call it curiosity or... something else entirely, but it called to her, and Ripley Virago never let a call go unanswered.

@Mr. Teatime @Versok

 

[Senin Ravelo]

Crumbling Ruin

Senin’s day has been terrible so far. First his master summoned him to a training session on the other side of the Galaxy, forcing him to rent a ship to travel there. Then, when the Acolyte was returning to G’wenee something strange happened, the ship exited hyperspace near an unknown planet. He tried to activate the hyperspace again, but it did not work. Sighing, the young man decided to land on the planet.

He tried to use his Datapad to call for help, but the Holonet wasn’t working. What type of place was it? Having nearly no idea of how to fix a ship, let alone a hyperdrive, Senin would need to find help or he would be stranded there forever. The Acolyte sighed again, if he even leaves this place he was going to kill the guy that rented this ship for him, then he was going to buy one for himself.

Deciding to search for some settlement where he could find help, the Acolyte decided to venture into the woods. He pulled the hood of his black coat to cover his hair, which was dyed black. Senin decided to wear his harlequin mask, if it ended up being necessary for him to use the Force in front of someone, he wanted to hide his identity. With his lightsaber in his belt, the young man entered the woods.

After walking for some time without finding a single soul, the boy arrived in a clearing. In the middle of it there was some type of ruin. Senin was walking toward it when he noticed a figure standing in front of the entrance. The Acolyte began to approach them cautiously, noticing that the being was wearing a Mandalorian armor. Perhaps they lived there. The young man decided to talk.

“Hello! The hyperdrive of my ship seems to be having some problem and I was searching for help. Do you live there?” Senin said to the being in armor, his voice sounding muffled due to the mask. He was in a safe distance, in case they ended up being hostile.

@Mr. Teatime @Versok @llamallove

 

[Crix Aran]

Humble Town​

Landing on a planet in a landing with more in common with a crash to most profession piloting landings was an altogether rather common occurrence when Crix Aran was piloting a ship. The ship itself was one of the X-Wings he had heard so much about and he really wanted to try it out, just in case it was the one ship he would be able to pilot with some degree of actual skill.

It wasn't and now he was on a planet he had never seen or heard of before after testing out one of the last known hyperspace jumps programmed into the navi-computer of the X-Wing.

The hell had the last pilot come here for? It looked like someone had decided that cutting this place off from the Galaxy as a whole was the absolute best idea. Stepping out from the rather awkwardly landed X-Wing, he patted the worried astromech atop the dome of it's head.

"See what you can do, yeah buddy?" he asked as he walked toward the town he could vaguely make out through the fog, "I'm going to see if the locals have anything we can use to send a message to the Order."

As he approached the streets of the town, Crix could swear that something just seemed to be telling him to turn around and leave but he waved it off as some instinctive fear of the dark. Evolutionary holdover instincts were all fine and dandy until they started to make even small town locations feel like they were out to get him - then it was just paranoia.

He resisted the urge to say the Most Dreaded Words That A Jedi Must Never Say - I have a bad feeling about this.

Because it would be fine!

@Logan
@Eccles @Nor'baal

 

[Lorcan]

Abandoned Building​

"Look guys, I like you - really I do! You've lasted longer than any other crew I've had so believe me when I say... I would be mildly annoyed to have to kill you all. So just fix the damn ship, yeah?"

Lorcan grinned at the terrified crew of his gunship.

"I'll be back soon - just gotta go do some Imp stuff."

Dressed in his official Sith Armour rather than his freelancer armour, Lorcan stepped down the ramp of his gunship and started heading toward the largest structure he had seen around. With his weapons strapped to himself, he dragged the small pole he had with him through the mud behind him. His ship had 'parked' some distance from the house but that just gave Lorcan more time to examine it as he approached.

"What a karkin' dump." he noted with an amused chuff, "Still better than Kalee. Least this place has figured out that houses shouldn't look like a gonk droid's idea of a sandcastle."

Moving up toward the gate, Lorcan thought he spotted someone in the fog and darkness but he didn't pay them much attention as he approached the front entrance to the place. Slipping his helmet off, he let it fall carelessly to the ground for a moment before gripping the pole firmly with both hands and cleared his throat. Slamming the pointed tip of the pole into some wet ground, he twisted it a few times to make sure that it was firmly in place. With the pole planted and his throat cleared, he called out loudly.

"I, soldier/officer of the Empire of the Sith, do hearby and thusly claim this planet in the name of Darth Stolas and, through him, Empress Andruil!"

The flag that he had dragged through the mud without really meaning to fluttered kind of limply with the lack of much of a breeze. Looking around, he picked up his helmet and began to wipe off some of the stray mud - wasn't all it was cracked up to be this conquest business.

Would he get a bonus for this or would it only count if there were Jedi on the planet?

@Valen Pelora @LilyNion @Phoenix

 

[Sah'ra Ryun]

CRUMBLING RUIN
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The sounds of shifting durasteel, bubbling water and popping electrical conduits were the first things that Sah’ra noticed as she finally regained consciousness. The last thing she remembered, she was returning to Dromund Kaas on a ‘requisitioned’ freighter and yet now she found herself lying across the ship’s control panel as water slowly seeped into the cabin. As she pushed herself upright she would be greeted by the sight of a lush and forested world but as she moved to the ship’s location tracker, she found that she wasn’t able to pinpoint exactly where she was in the galaxy. Turning her attention back towards the pilot’s chair, she could see the co-pilot’s corpse with a large shattered piece of the transparisteel visor jutting out from his sternum, blood trickling down his torso and dripping into the water at their feet.

”So much for best pilot in the quadrant…” Sah’ra would groan as she lifted herself to her feet, sloshing through the water on her way to the boarding ramp of the ship. Inside the main domicile of the ship, it was more of the same. Water continued to penetrate the craft, flooding the floors while the remaining crew members laid dead in various positions. Where ever she was, whatever she needed to do to find her way off this world, she was on her own.

It wouldn’t take the woman long to collect not only herself but her belongings before treading out into the wilds around her. Turning to look on the wreckage, she saw the ship half submerged in a wild river, the current preparing to draw whatever remained deeper. While she was uncertain of where she was, she could not simply remain here and wait for help.

After about an hour of journeying through the wilderness, both of her lightsabers as well as her throwing knives concealed beneath her black robes, she would come across an overgrown path; the first sign of any sort of civilization she had encountered. The state of the walkway indicated it likely hadn’t seen much use over the past many years yet a fresh set of footprints continued onward and deeper into the forest. Intrigued, she elected to follow them and see where they lead. As it would turn out, they would lead to two men standing at the mouth of a crumbling ruin. Unsure of what to think of them, she would remain in the foliage and observe.

@Mr. Teatime @llamallove @LouJoVi @Versok​

 

[Ruzaan Kai]

Abandoned Building​

Ruzaan had more or less gotten comfortable with space travel, but all the progress he'd made over the past several months had been lost thanks to one trip with Clove as a pilot. He'd spent most of the trip strapped into a seat with his eyes closed, turning various shades of green. The Togruta stumbled out of the transport, bare feet crunching on the leaves as he reconciled with the sweet, sweet ground, crouching down so that he could use his hands to have four points of contact. His fingers promptly squished in something slimy- some kind of orange gourd?- which did little to make him feel better. "I think I found what's making it stink" he reported, wiping his hands on some nearby grass. But it wasn't just the rotting gourd that gave the air a strange smell- the very air itself, like Clove said, had a sickly sweet scent that sent a shiver down Ruzaan's spine. The sooner they were off this planet, the better. This was the 10th planet Ruzaan had set foot on, which would've been cause for celebration if it hadn't been a completely avoidable crash-landing.

As much as he wanted to be mad at Clove, the half-Sephi was impossible to stay angry at for long. She trembled like one of the faded yellow leaves on a nearby tree, her chocolate brown eyes somehow even wider in the face of the unsettling location the Padawans found themselves in. An ancient manor, seemingly uninhabited, was the only visible structure in sight.

Ruzaan sighed internally. He had a bad feeling about this. At least Arctus was with them; how much trouble could they get into? The Togruta pointed towards the manor in response to Clove's question. "I guess we walk?"

@LilyNion @Nefieslab @Valen Pelora @Forsythe Crowholde @Phoenix @christhebetrayer

 

[Trini Halrixien]

HUMBLE TOWN.

Trini Halrixien, grad student adventurer, shook the small comlink she was carrying with a growl of frustration.

"Zeezee I couldn't copy that last part! Repeat please?"

The voice of ZZ-4A4, Trini's droid copilot and friend, stuttered from the communication device from behind waves of static.

"I sai- ------ -omething mo---- out in the fo--st! It ha---- co-- -lose yet, but I do--- re---nise it!"

Trini rolled her eyes, although her hand strayed to the reassuring grips of a GFG stingbeam pistol tucked in one of her pockets. She was glad not to be traveling through these woods defenseless; recent adventures had of course shown her the wisdom of carrying some form of protection, which in hindsight was a lesson she believed she could have learned earlier.

"Of course you don't recognize it, Zeezee, it's an unknown planet! I don't know how you calculated those jump coordinates, but this is most assuredly not Rafa V."

Abruptly, the Amaran's ears perked, and she turned to look into the gloom off the trail, beyond the illumination of the feeble glowrod she carried. She paused for a moment, gritting her teeth in apprehension before speaking into the comlink once more.

"Look, the cannons are above the water, right? If it gets close, fire off a volley. Whatever it is that should scare it away. Oh, and stay with the ship!"

The comlink hissed static along with the droid's sardonic reply.

"Sta- with --- ship, she says! It-- not li- I ha-- a lot of choi--!"

There was more, but the static closed in around the words, making the droid unintelligible. Trini shook the comlink again, cursing.

"Zeezee? Zeezee! I can't kriffing- gah, piece of junk!"

Trini groaned, putting the comlink back in her pocket and continuing forward. Soon, she knew, she had to come across the settlement she and her droid copilot had spotted from the air; once there, hopefully she could get help hauling the Silver Bolide out of the marsh the little craft had been forced to put down in. It was just as she was thinking this that she rounded a bend in the trail she had been following, coming to a grassy landing field where a couple of ships already seemed to be parked. Beyond it was a town, the sight of which filled the little Amaran with relief.

Hopefully there is some help to be had here...

@Logan

 

[Livi Cross]

Abandoned Building
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Unlike most people here, Livi was actually supposed to be here. Why, you ask? Slave drivers like prissy @Galek Ordalos that still had her doing community service for stabbing a woman to death with a stylus. She was on this planet to pick up some displaced refugees. However, she quickly realized that the refugees were nowhere to be seen, and she decided to get into a speeder and move further out to look for them. Surviving an AMS planet meant she had stellar tracking skills, and she could make out where there was some activity.

Her search brought her towards a very creepy building. Livi grimaced at once, stepping over in standard issued ISC light armor. Her left arm was cybernetic and she had a generic blaster on her hip. Livi made her way towards the gate, spotting another figure there. When she looked beyond the gate and saw the building that looked like a frat house for AMS infected, she blinked a few times.

“Oh hell no,” She declared flatly before spinning on her heel and shuffling in the opposite direction. No amount of lecturing from that idiot Ordalos could convince her to go into that bullshit.

Along her way, she spotted a guy enthusiastically attempting to plant a flag. Livi crossed her arms over her chest and watched, listening as he made a dramatic declaration. She didn’t know what the hell a Sith was and didn’t recognize the armor. A moment of silence passed as the flag draped pathetically and a crow squawked somewhere nearby. A few of them flew off, one of them likely splatting the man in his shiny armor with a parting gift.

“Fucking moron,” She muttered before she could stop herself. He definitely heard.

@Valen Pelora @LilyNion @SlagathorTheUnknown @Nefieslab @Phoenix @Altaris

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Crumbling Ruin


Laeonas Tannaras sat idly in the cockpit of his ship, captain's chair reclined and feet kicked up on the dashboard. He wasn't much paying attention as he'd sail through hyperspace, simply appreciating how quiet everything was. The past few days had been a mixture of excitement and panic, and both heavily applied to the vessel he dwelled within at the moment. Recently retrofitted, the ship had been modernized and internally renovated. What had once been a clunky old freighter was now a fresh, powerful, and stylish vessel.

But that hadn't left him entirely excited.

He'd been thrilled-- at first. His investment had definitely paid off, and he'd gotten it all for a bargain price. A modern, expanded cabin, a small gym, hidden barracks, reconfigured helm and expanded compartments for smuggling made the inside of the ship far more liveable. That wasn't even mentioning the technical improvements; an upgraded hyperdrive, a new chromium finish, improved weapons systems-- all the works. His ship was now the finest place he'd ever lived, and it was now a state of the art, mobile piece of hardware. It was all he could want.

But that perfect cost had come... at a cost.

Rather than have the retrofitting be performed by skilled technicians and engineers, he'd saved hundreds of thousands of credits by contracting the worst qualified, low quality bots he'd ever had the displeasure of working with. No mechanical creations in the galaxy, not even the death star, could match the suffering they had imposed on him and untold billions in all of galactic history. They were a scourge on all civilized worlds, the destroyers of technological progress, and absolutely terrible in every conceivable way when it came to maintenance or repairs.

Pit droids.

They'd made his youth working in the docks a living hell, their incompetence and clumsiness getting in the way of his work every single day. At first, he'd had a gnawing feeling about their performance. Even as the ship sailed smoothly, he'd begin... checking things. He'd regularly open up the panel to the hyperdrive to make sure it was still functioning. He'd check the telemetry equipment on the hour to see if he was off course. He'd make sure the navcomputer's OS didn't have malware. He'd even cut open his mattress to check that they hadn't accidentally filled it with asbestos.

The worst part wasn't even that he was being paranoid, it was that he was only doing all of this because he'd heard these exact complaints to the maintenance officers from furious ship captains.

As the days had drawn on, however, and no such errors were discovered, Laeonas had begun to relax a bit. The novelty of the new ship had worn off, and his paranoia had disappeared as well. He was left... tired. Without anything to worry about, and with nothing to be excited about, he'd simply move aimlessly towards the outer rim. There were always jobs to be had, and he planned on hitting quite a few.

He hadn't even noticed how far he'd traveled until he'd get a warning from the dashboard one evening. "Waking" from his absentmindedness, Laeonas would glance at the hyperfuel gauge.

It was running low.

He blinked, tapping it a bit. The old one had been analogue, and it had been prone to faulty readings. This one was digital however, and he tapped it out of habit. When it didn't change, aquamarines widened as he sat back in his seat. He'd been told that the pit droids had refueled his vessel, improving it's PPG (parsecs per gallon) by 25% efficiency. Glancing at the navcomputer, he'd finally catch just how far out he was, and his eyes widened in shock. He'd refueled twice-- he shouldn't have needed to refuel yet! That meant-that meant...

"Theeeeeeey didn't do their job right."

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"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEIIIIIII- chAAch-!"

His screaming would be cut off by a coughing fit. The ruined sandbag he'd spent the past ten minutes mercilessly beating, all to the thought of tearing the pit droids limb from limb, had burst. Sand had shot out, some of it going straight down his throat. Rage subsided as he hit his stomach a few times, coughing up the bit of sand that had gone down his windpipe. "k-kriffin' droids..." he hissed, coughing a bit more as he stood up straight. Remembering that he hadn't actually turned off the hyperdrive, he went back to the cockpit. Pulling out of hyperspace, he checked the equipment again, searching for any signs of life.

There were a number of stars within 100 lightyears of his position. Several of them had planets, a handful of which were in the habitable zones. He noted a standard sized world with a breathable atmosphere not to far from his position. It wasn't on the charts, which likely meant that he was coming across a world isolated from the wider galactic community. He'd spotted worlds like this on his travel before, none of them offering anything of value. Still, he couldn't eat up fuel in space like this forever. His best course of action would be to land, set up a distress beacon, or search for signs of civilization once he made planetfall.

Plotting a course, he quickly got dressed up in his usual attire. A fibrous skin mesh, black trench coat, and matching black boots found their way onto his figure within a matter of minutes. Gathering his equipment, he'd lament the absence of his lightsaber-- shattered to pieces thanks to a specific Jedi master-- and draw out both his blaster, and his vibrosword. He still practiced with both regularly, but he hadn't used either in combat in quite awhile. He hoped that he wouldn't need to, be that against the planet's wildlife, or it's people... if it had any.

It took another hour to arrive planetside. He'd spot a number of small, definitely unnatural formations on the planet's surface. A stone building in a clearing caught his eye, even from several kilometers up. Further away was another clearing-- one perfect to fit a ship of his' size.

He'd prep the emergency signals, only to realize that the holonet didn't even work out here. Cursing, he flipped on the backup emergency signal-- a radio signal. It was a longshot, but the signal might eventually hit a traveling ship. That was his only hope for outside help at this point. Ofcourse, planetside help was always a possibility. Stepping off the loading ramp, he'd begin moving into the woods-- and than he ran.

Covering ground at speeds that only the force could help him reach, he'd cover his face with an arm to block the many twigs, branches, leaves and webs from getting in his face. There were predators lurking nearbye, that was for certain, but they steered clear of the man moving so quickly. Even they could sense the aura of power radiating off of him. As he drew closer to the ruin, he'd slow, and the presence of fauna would diminish as he approached. By the time he broke into the clearing, an ordinary but rather handsome, foliage covered human would wander out.

"Well, well, ain't this a pretty site? Been movin' through trees and all th'at bullshite fer ages, steppin' over roots and animal shite, and 'ere's somethin' made by a someone." He said aloud. It was only after he began to survey the area that he noticed the presence of two others. One was a mandalorian... and the other was a masked man, who seemed oddly familiar.

"Ayy, speakin' of someone's, seems Ai've found two!" He cried, extending his arms, but keeping them raised as he approached. "Ai... uh, Ai ain't got passage out've tha system, if th'at's what yer wonderin'. Doubt tha both of ya are locals, so Ai'm assumin' yer in tha same boat." He went on, cracking his neck and stretching after his run. "Whew... assuming ya wound up 'ere by accident. But Ai really kriffin' doubt that anyone comes 'ere by intent." He exclaimed, giving them both a wide grin.
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[Arctus Friers]

Abandoned Building
EXT — Night

Spoiler: Theme

Arctus stared off at the gloom ahead, hazel grey eyes narrowed as he tried to make out shapes and movement past the fog. He knew now the true reason why he held off not giving in to Clove's persuasiveness quite easily. If only the former smuggler had known that the tiny, adorable half-Sephi was a – Maker bless her soul – shite pilot, then he probably would have been more insistent to take the controls from her and have her sit on the co-pilot seat so he could have taught her how to fly instead.

He was secretly glad that he was used to flying rough given his previous occupation or else he would've ended like Ruzaan who was on his knees on the grass. The young Togruta looked as if he'd rather stay on the ground than get back in the ship with Clove as pilot. And like his fellow Padawan Arctus really couldn't stay mad at the half-Sephi. She looked genuinely apologetic, and he somehow had to hand it to her for her stubborness in her pursuit of flying the ship and showing them around some planet called Rat... Ralli...

"Looks like our trip to Ralltiir's postponed, huh?" Arctus tried to joke around, the smile on his face a little strained as a light breeze swept past. There was something about this no-name planet, this exact spot their ship landed on, that sent a chill down Arctus's spine. The fact that there was an abandoned building looming down yonder didn't help the overall feeling of discomfort that he felt the longer they remained out in the open. He was grateful that Felix had decided to tag along in this trip. He knew that Ruzaan had already proved his mettle in battle but even Arctus couldn't discount that out of the assembled Padawans Felix had, by far, the most experience when it came to stuff like this. The former smuggler of course had his own fair share given his age, but even then it sometimes wasn't enough.

Maker, he really should've insisted to use his own ship instead of letting Clove do as she pleased. Had the Cyar'ika possessed a consciousness, Arctus was sure that she would nag and complain endlessly about abandoning her for another ship when they returned to Yavin IV.

Still, the whole vibe this area gave him screamed 'generic horror holomovie'. Entering the seemingly abandoned building ahead might warrant their death sentence (whoah there, Arc, chill!) but staying out here in the open – on an unknown planet none of them had any real knowledge of – signed their death certificates. Against his desire to simply stay inside the ship, their second best bet was to go to the manor and find if there was anything they could use to send a message to the Order.

Besides, characters in horror holomovies got themselves killed either by staying put or heading into the creepy decrepit building. And while this was not a horror holomovie, Atctus still felt half-amused and half-uncomfortable at the situation they found themselves in.

Art imitates life, I guess.

"The creepy manor certainly isn't coming to us," he told his fellow Padawans. Shouldering his A280 Blaster Rifle and patting the blast vest he wore, he gestured for the group to move forward. "Everyone stick close – no wandering around. Wouldn't wanna lose any of you in this fog."

With that he would forge ahead, but not without making sure that his fellow Padawans followed his words. He was the oldest in the group, so it was automatically on him if anything bad happened to them. Arctus would rather get hurt himself than any of them.

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[Ashla Ti]

HUMBLE TOWN

There were times when you regretted every decision you had ever taken, where you want to kill yourself to end the suffering, where the pain made you forget about everything else. Ten minutes ago that had been Ashla's world. A rather eventful visit to Canto Bight had resulted in her consuming some rather exotic dishes, but she had made the mistake of not reading the fine print that had come with the waiver they had made her sign before serving her.

Known side-effects include hyper-sensitivity to light, nausea, ... ... .... and possible hyperspace-sickness. Please consult a doctor if condition lasts longer than three days.

It had hit her on the flight to Felucia. Moments later she was curled up in pain on the floor of the shuttle and after the medical droid had figured out what was going on, Ashla had the droid drop them out of hyperspace, despite its warnings that an unplanned stop might drop them in the middle of a star. At the time she hadn't cared, and thankfully the worst that had happened was damage to the ship's hyperspace generator. Thankfully scans had picked up an uncharted planet nearby, and once she had recovered enough to pilot the ship once more, she had touched down.

With a ship that could not take her anywhere, a body that would not allow that even if the ship could, and an annoying droid that seemed to like reminding her that both were her fault, Ashla left the droid to look after the ship and disembarked to search for help. As she walked towards a town that scans had picked up during the descent, she pulled up the waiver from Canto Bight and went through it once more to make more sense of what had happened to her. In the list of possible side effects she spotted heightened paranoia, loss of motor control, dysentery, and vertigo. Suddenly she was thankful that she hadn't had the worst of the reactions, at least she didn't have the space-shits.

"Thank the Eternal for that!"

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[Erialex]

HUMBLE TOWN
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Eri shivered as she stepped out of her ship. She could've sworn she had planned accordingly; enough consumables to last a week at least. Wait, has it been 6 or 7 days already? She didn't remember; a lot had been on her mind recently. Regardless, she had enough fuel to make if off this creepy planet and float about in orbit until she starved to death; that was about all. She need to find a way to communicate with someone in the Empire, or at least find someone for whom she could kindly take some fuel off their hands.

As her frustration grew, her eyes flickered orange in her dark surroundings, and she felt the demons seeping their way into her mind.

I like this place. Please be quiet. She had no idea where she was as she spotted a town up ahead, and, hoping for the best, began stalking towards the structures. Looking down, she found one of her lightsabers in her hand, no idea how it ended up there. She felt her fingers itching to ignite the blade and stopped, shaking her head. No, wait, why would it matter on this barely inhabited-

Here eyes flashed one more time before fading again to the lovely blue that would be inevitably helpful in trying to weasel some fuel out of a random stranger. Her lightsaber returned to her belt, next to her mask that dangled under her robes. Now was not the time to go berserk; this situation required strategy and caution. Careful to conceal her force aura as best she could, she spotted what one could call the "streets" of the town; more like a few crossroads with some random back alleys that led to no-where.

She didn't know what it was, but something was calling to her; something told her to keep moving forward, that what she was searching for was already in the town. Whether the Force thought she was searching for fuel or for death at the hands of some kriffing zombie...she shrugged and stepped out of the foliage into an alley.

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[Felix]

Abandoned Building​

Felix didn't know who let Clove pilot but they shouldn't have, since now they were up a creek without a paddle since they had no fuel and no signal to call for help, they just had to hope this planet had something they could refuel the ship or comms, if not they might be stuck here for some time.

Walking down the landing ramp, this place immediately reminded him of Dathomir, just that sense of looming dread seeping from their surrounding, his guard was up immediately. there was only really one way forward that could lead to leaving this place and that was finding someplace to regain communications because they could be waiting a long while for rescue.

"That... manor might be a best chance to get some sort of communications" he nodded in agreement that should stick together, despite being padawans, there was safety in numbers. Felix would follow the group from the back making sure the other kept between him and Arctus.


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[Darius Belari]

Abandoned Building​

“Alright, where the hell am I?”

Darius muttered to himself, his boots sinking a bit deeper into the damp forest floor as he walked. The Lokkian wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he left his ship and started wandering through the fog, but he had to be several miles out by this point. The Lokkian glanced down at his datapad once again, still getting no signal.

Even as he wandered, Darius still couldn’t figure out how he’d gotten to this mysterious planet. He had finally gotten some time off from soldier duties, and had planned to take a trip home to Lok. He was positive that he’d inputted the correct coordinates into the nav-computer, only for his ship exit hyperspace above a world he didn’t recognize.

As if to make matters exponentially worse, his ship was dangerously low on fuel, and there wasn’t a spaceport to be found anywhere on the surface. After a bit of search, he was forced to land within a foggy clearing in the middle of nowhere.

Being off-duty at the time, Darius had forgone his ISC armor and sniper rifle for plainclothes – sporting a light brown jacket and jeans, alongside a simple blaster pistol on his hip. He continued aimlessly until he finally approached abandoned building. He could vaguely make out other figures within the fog, and he just barely caught the tail end of what sounded like a very rousing speech.

As he got closer, Darius was able to get a better look at the gate and abandoned building beyond.

“Oh, ‘cause that doesn’t look menacing at all.” He said to himself, squinting at the structure ahead. The building looked like something straight out of a cheesy Hallowe’en classic, and every instinct in his body told him to get the hell out of dodge. He had literally zero desire to go poking around, waiting for the axe-murderer to pop out from around a corner. Absolutely fuckin’ not.

Despite wanting to get as far away from the building as possible, Darius couldn’t help but pause when he glanced back the way he came. The sun had already started to set over the horizon, and he knew there was no way he was going to be able to make it back to his ship before nightfall. If he could even find it. As much as he despised the idea, that Manor-from-Hell was the only shelter he’d come across so far, and was his best option for the night.

“Fuck it.” Without a better option, Darius begrudgingly began to make his way towards what looked like other people in the distance.

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