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The youth's hot breaths quickly turned to white vapor as they entered the frigid air. As he walked across one of the many suspended bridges for speeders and foot traffic, he began to wonder why he had decided to stay in a place like this. Overhead, the sky had been darkening with clouds threatening rain for some time now, casting the the small port into a state of constant gloom. Xanthier's arms were crossed struggling to maintain what little heat his unimpressively weak body frame could support. The holes on his armor still remained from when he had felt the burn of the mandalorian's blaster several months ago. Since then, the wounds had healed, but his flesh still bore scars which showed through the two burnt holes in the armor plates, one on his lower abdomen, the other on the side of his chest. Now, as he felt the chill of the wind against the exposed skin, he wished he would have replaced the armor long ago. The apparel felt as though it was a part of him. He slept in it, he ate in it, he lived in it. It had only been taken off several times since he had adorned it all those years ago, acquiring it at the same time that he had his saber. Back then he hadn't even known it's true purpose, he simply wished to look like the enemy he had slaughtered. He wanted to be feared. Years had past, and it was faded, scratched, and torn, just like the boy himself. The armor may have grown weaker, but he had grown harder.
Xanthier's grey irises gazed up into the sky as the first drops of rain began to fall. Chill set in and the youth began to shiver as the wind blew the icy droplets into his face. They picked up particles of dust as they streaked down his armor plates, revealing a dull black underneath the faded grey. He continued to walk across the dura-steel plates that made up the bridge, dead set on reaching his ship and leaving this forsaken place. As if in answer, more rain began to poor down upon him, the wind blowing it between the spaces linking his armor together, beginning to soak the undergarments beneath. It seemed as though the planet itself did not wish for him to leave.
It was there, in the driving rain, that he noticed the big brute of a man loading Empire cargo into a ship in the docking bay with the help of two masked Imperials.
Xanthier paused there in the middle of the walkway, which only had only a few straggling pedestrians scurrying about to try and reach the docks before they were soaked as well. He would have to make a decision..risk drawing unnecessary attention and harm the Imperial skum, or continue on his way.
Xanthier of course, was a being of opportunity, and he chose the former.
Taking a quick glance around to familiarize himself with all the surroundings, he formulated a plan.
Dashing through the driving rain, he closed the distance between him and the docking area at a fast pace, and then hopped in through a ship's landing hatch as it began to close. Xanthier stopped this from happening however, slamming the switch to reopen the door on his way towards the cockpit. Drops of water dripped from his body as he passed through the interior of the small freighter, his hair completely soaked.
The pilot immediately spoke out when he saw the youth approaching through the hallway of the ship, but Xanthier quickly silenced him by drawing the saber from the worn holster at his side, igniting it so that it would impale the man's body as he did so.
Xanthier then yanked the corpse out of the pilot seat, which still bore a smoking hole and sat down. His hands searched for the proper controls, Xanthier could not read, but he had grown familiar with the way most ships operated. He had commandeered more than just a few during his travels.
Yanking back the thrusters to engage full burn of the ships two engines, his fingers then flew across several switches to start the ignition sequence. This would only give him several seconds, but that was all he needed.
Xanthier booked it out of the cockpit, his boots clanking on the metal grates of the hallway as he ran as fast as he could towards the exit. Just as he was about to reach the doorway leading to the exterior ramp, he heard a loud *WOOSH* as the engines ignited with will power, his footing was yanked out from underneath him, and he was thrown out of the ramp and unto the cold metal of the wet dock. His face smacking against the surface.
A loud screech filled the air as the ship scraped across the dock at an incredibly fast speed. Sparks flew and the hull of the ship gouged the dock so badly in places the rain now passed through holes it left behind, falling unto the crystalline surface of the planet far below.
The ship did as it was intended. Xanthier had selected it for just this purpose. It had been facing exactly towards the smaller Empire vessel , which was nearly half the size. The freighter slammed into the Empire ship with all it's might, and even in the driving rain the core burst into flames as it was pushed over the edge into the abyss below. The freighter itself continuing onwards across the sky for some distance before it's angle of trajectory caused it to collide with a nearby mountainside, erupting in a ball of flames.
A bit shaken, the cold rain kept Xanthier focused as he lifted himself up off the ground, but even as he began to stand, he realized things had not gone to plan at all.
@thecrab
The youth's hot breaths quickly turned to white vapor as they entered the frigid air. As he walked across one of the many suspended bridges for speeders and foot traffic, he began to wonder why he had decided to stay in a place like this. Overhead, the sky had been darkening with clouds threatening rain for some time now, casting the the small port into a state of constant gloom. Xanthier's arms were crossed struggling to maintain what little heat his unimpressively weak body frame could support. The holes on his armor still remained from when he had felt the burn of the mandalorian's blaster several months ago. Since then, the wounds had healed, but his flesh still bore scars which showed through the two burnt holes in the armor plates, one on his lower abdomen, the other on the side of his chest. Now, as he felt the chill of the wind against the exposed skin, he wished he would have replaced the armor long ago. The apparel felt as though it was a part of him. He slept in it, he ate in it, he lived in it. It had only been taken off several times since he had adorned it all those years ago, acquiring it at the same time that he had his saber. Back then he hadn't even known it's true purpose, he simply wished to look like the enemy he had slaughtered. He wanted to be feared. Years had past, and it was faded, scratched, and torn, just like the boy himself. The armor may have grown weaker, but he had grown harder.
Xanthier's grey irises gazed up into the sky as the first drops of rain began to fall. Chill set in and the youth began to shiver as the wind blew the icy droplets into his face. They picked up particles of dust as they streaked down his armor plates, revealing a dull black underneath the faded grey. He continued to walk across the dura-steel plates that made up the bridge, dead set on reaching his ship and leaving this forsaken place. As if in answer, more rain began to poor down upon him, the wind blowing it between the spaces linking his armor together, beginning to soak the undergarments beneath. It seemed as though the planet itself did not wish for him to leave.
It was there, in the driving rain, that he noticed the big brute of a man loading Empire cargo into a ship in the docking bay with the help of two masked Imperials.
Xanthier paused there in the middle of the walkway, which only had only a few straggling pedestrians scurrying about to try and reach the docks before they were soaked as well. He would have to make a decision..risk drawing unnecessary attention and harm the Imperial skum, or continue on his way.
Xanthier of course, was a being of opportunity, and he chose the former.
Taking a quick glance around to familiarize himself with all the surroundings, he formulated a plan.
Dashing through the driving rain, he closed the distance between him and the docking area at a fast pace, and then hopped in through a ship's landing hatch as it began to close. Xanthier stopped this from happening however, slamming the switch to reopen the door on his way towards the cockpit. Drops of water dripped from his body as he passed through the interior of the small freighter, his hair completely soaked.
The pilot immediately spoke out when he saw the youth approaching through the hallway of the ship, but Xanthier quickly silenced him by drawing the saber from the worn holster at his side, igniting it so that it would impale the man's body as he did so.
Xanthier then yanked the corpse out of the pilot seat, which still bore a smoking hole and sat down. His hands searched for the proper controls, Xanthier could not read, but he had grown familiar with the way most ships operated. He had commandeered more than just a few during his travels.
Yanking back the thrusters to engage full burn of the ships two engines, his fingers then flew across several switches to start the ignition sequence. This would only give him several seconds, but that was all he needed.
Xanthier booked it out of the cockpit, his boots clanking on the metal grates of the hallway as he ran as fast as he could towards the exit. Just as he was about to reach the doorway leading to the exterior ramp, he heard a loud *WOOSH* as the engines ignited with will power, his footing was yanked out from underneath him, and he was thrown out of the ramp and unto the cold metal of the wet dock. His face smacking against the surface.
A loud screech filled the air as the ship scraped across the dock at an incredibly fast speed. Sparks flew and the hull of the ship gouged the dock so badly in places the rain now passed through holes it left behind, falling unto the crystalline surface of the planet far below.
The ship did as it was intended. Xanthier had selected it for just this purpose. It had been facing exactly towards the smaller Empire vessel , which was nearly half the size. The freighter slammed into the Empire ship with all it's might, and even in the driving rain the core burst into flames as it was pushed over the edge into the abyss below. The freighter itself continuing onwards across the sky for some distance before it's angle of trajectory caused it to collide with a nearby mountainside, erupting in a ball of flames.
A bit shaken, the cold rain kept Xanthier focused as he lifted himself up off the ground, but even as he began to stand, he realized things had not gone to plan at all.
@thecrab
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