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Post by HK-47 on Jul 4, 2008 3:56:13 GMT
Characters: Must be approved Content Rating: Adult Genre: Science Fiction/Space Opera A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.... The Lehon ChroniclesChapter 1: Stranded! "This world is… odd. It looks like a battlefield, but the environment is green and lush. Whatever happened here was a long time ago. I have seen many strange worlds in my time, but this world is stranger still. I don't like this place. Something happened… or is happening here and I don't like it. We should get out of here as soon as possible."Lehon: a small world in an insignificant corner of the galaxy. The Galactic Republic was founded, the Galactic Empire rose and fell, the Yuuzhan Vong waged a holy crusade against the galaxy and through it all, Lehon remained silent and undisturbed. The only planet in the Lehon system, according to Republic Archives, Lehon was a small uninhabited planet in a system where immense debris and asteroid fields made space travel incredibly dangerous, rendering the planet unsuitable for colonization. This was what the official Republic reports said. What was not included in the Planetary Archives was Lehon's more dramatic names of 'Rakata Prime' and 'The Unknown World'. What was not included was that Lehon was the homeworld of the Infinte Empire five thousand years before the foundation of the Galactic Republic. What the archives didn't say was that Lehon was an archaeological treasure trove and an idyllic world. . . and a very, very dangerous planet. Throughout the millenia, ships have entered the Lehon system and been subsequently damaged by the massive fields of debris. The majority of the ships were those belonging to smugglers who were fleeing police vessels, or treasure seekers following the rumors and legends of the ancient technology hidden away for twenty thousand years. Ships crashed and were isolated on the planet. A Republic interdiction field prevented long-range communications from leaving the system. Lehon was one of the biggest secrets of the Old Republic. The ancient Rakata were the founders of the Infinite Empire. A large number of their species were inherently Force Sensitive, and the Rakata quickly learned to use the Force. With the aid of their Force powers, the Rakata developed technology that was partially controllable and usable only through the Force, and it's thought that they were the inventors of the Hyperdrive. The Rakata used their advanced technology and Force skills to conquer many worlds throughout the galaxy. At its apex, the Infinite Empire consisted of more than 500 subject worlds. The Infinite Empire's reign was marked by many things, ranging from the introduction of the Hyperdrive in many cultures to the destruction of Tatooine's ecosystem, turning the planet into a barren waste. Slavery was common among the Infinite Empire. The Rakata used their technology to enslave nearly every species they encountered. This backfired, however, when an unknown slave race introduced a virus into the Rakata that only affected their species. Mass deaths wiped across the species, and those who were Force sensitive were particularly vulnerable to the virus. After thousands of years of control, the Infinite Empire was felled with one swift and cunning stroke. The remaining Rakata retreated to their home system, Lehon, where they had built the Star Forge to construct their fleets. What few thousand Rakata remained lived on Lehon and found that without any Force sensitives, their technology was useless to them. Centuries passed, and the Rakata reverted to a primitive clan-based society. The gene pool was too limited, however, and within ten thousand years the species died out, leaving only their technology behind. A treasure trove of ancient Rakatan artifacts, Lehon was the capital world of the Infinite Empire and the homeworld of the Rakata. A very hospitable planet, with lush tropical jungles and sandy beaches, Lehon's beauty was broken by the graveyard of ships that had crashed on the planet over millenia since the Rakatan downfall. Chief among the ancient ruins was the Temple of the Ancients; the ruined remains of a Rakatan stronghold that was thought to be a major command center, and held countless bits of technology. The ancient Rakatan technology was powered by the dark side of the Force, and only adepts in its nature could use the technology. The deeply saturated planet attracted power-seeking Force sensitives with the knowledge and will to investigate, but ultimately yielded no results to their searches for the power of the ancient Rakata. Lehon, however, was not truly uninhabited. Survivors of crashed vessels banded together, forming a series of patchwork communities throughout the main continent. Although there were many dozens of communities, three stood out above the rest. The Scavengers Comprised primarily of seedier criminal elements, the Scavengers are a violent group who are constantly raiding other communities if they aren't fighting amongst themselves. The Scavengers make their home within the ruins of the Temple of the Ancients. They live in the first few rooms and corridors. The rest of the Temple is sealed off, and inaccessible to them despite their efforts of getting into the Temple. The Minsa Commune The Minsa Commune is the oldest surviving community on Lehon. The Caamasi, Elegas Minsa wrote a document known as the Minsa Declaration, or 'The Declaration' for short. The Declaration was a code of laws and rules that Elegas Minsa devised in an attempt to bring peace to the people of Lehon. Those who took the Declaration to heart formed together to create a community that has stood for seven hundred years, based off of four simple principles: Community Respect Order Peace Through those four basic tenets, the Minsa Commune takes a shape as a notable community where the people worked for the good of the community in general, rather than for personal gain. The Lizil Nest The Lizil is a Killik hive. Like all Killiks, they share a collective mind, and each individual member of the hive bears only a small semblence of free thought and will. Every bit of knowledge carried by each member of the hive is instantly known by all of Lizil. Originally, Lizil was only the insectoid Killiks who crashed onto Lehon. As time wore on, other beings were merged into the mind of Lizil, becoming Joiners. Jioners are beings who are influenced and subject to the control of the Killik Will by pheromones that actually "change the make up of the brain". Lizil is the largest community on Lehon, but is overall a peaceful entity. Here are some basic character examples: - A person who was born on Lehon - A person who is a survivor of a crashed ship - A person who is a member of a community (native to Lehon or a crash survivor) New Characters who are not natives of Lehon should start on the beach near the Minsa Commune tree city as survivors of the shuttle crash. This RP takes place in the year 41 ABY, fourty-one years after Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope according to the New Republic Calendar.
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 4, 2008 17:56:05 GMT
OOC: And now for the first post: IC: The Temple of the Ancients. The menacing dark figure stood before the crumbling white structure. Scavengers were hovering about in the shadows inside, the figure knew. They had been watching him ever since he approached the Temple and crossed the lawn. The black figure took a few steps into the Temple itself. A gentle tingle in the back of his mind alerted him to the presence of the Scavengers, and sure enough, a half dozen of the violent group appeared out of the shadows, some wielding blasters and others primitive swords and clubs. The menacing alien gestured sharply, and the attacking Scavengers abruptly collapsed onto the ground, clutching their throats as they struggled for breath. The reptillian alien who had stricken them took another step in, then pointed at the leader. "You will take me into the Temple." The scaled alien commanded. The Scavenger leader trembled and looked deeply into the red eyes of the monstrous being, "I will take you into the Temple..." He droned, as if hypnotized by the alien's red eyes. Darth Venge chuckled to himself as he released the Scavengers from his Force Grip. "I am your leader now." ---------- The sunlight bore down brightly, reflecting off of the sandy beach. Gul Ken'tar slowly got to his feet and rose to his seven foot height. The tall Kaminoan shook himself briefly as he cast his gaze around, surveying the surroundings. He was on a beach of an idyllic tropical paradise, and surrounded by the wreckage of the public transportation ship he'd been traveling in. Perhaps there were more survivors, perhaps not. He had little doubt that he only had left what he wore on his back and-- Julianna! The young girl had been with him in the ship before the crash. Gul's sharp eyes cast around the wreckage furiously, but his sudden search came to a near instant halt as Ken'tar came to his senses. The Kaminoan closed his eyes and reached down into himself, touching the Force. Instantly, he felt its power rush into his veins, and he could feel the life all around him. Quickly, he filtered out the plants and insect and animal life, focusing on finding a particular presence in the lattice of life that was the Force. Sure enough, Julianna was nearby and alive. At the edges of his perception, Gul thought that perhaps he sensed other beings who had survived the crash, but that would be a matter he would investigate later. Right now, Julianna is what matters. That decided, the Kaminoan started to move towards where he had felt her presence.
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Post by Stephanie on Jul 5, 2008 6:33:36 GMT
Julianna awoke, her legs numb and her body aching. The landing hadn't been too bad, but the final impact was quite powerful, and it had sent Julianna soaring into a durasteel wall on the interior of the transport ship. What remained of the room was pitch black, with a single stream of light pouring in through a breach in the hull.
Slightly panicked, Julianna squirmed slightly, finding that she was unable to move. She began to squeal slightly, attempting to turn her body in all directions in order to free herself, to no avail. Finally calming herself, Julianna thought back to what her father had taught her. Patience, concentration, and control. Sealing her mind off to distractions, Julianna felt the physical aspects of the matter around her, feeling that she was trapped under an overturned table. Concentrating, Julianna imagined the table being lifted off of her, and after a few seconds, it shifted slightly, releasing her legs from their prison. Clambering out of its reach, she dropped the table, which resonated throughout the remainder of the hull with a loud clang. Looking up towards the breach in the hull, Julianna climbed on what furniture was attached to the now vertical floor, pulling herself towards the opening. When she came near it, she carefully removed her lightsaber from her belt, igniting it with the characteristic hiss. The dim green beam sparked against the steel as Julianna carefully cut at it, rending a hole in which to crawl out of.
Julianna pulled herself out of the ship through the gap she had cut in the metal, only to be greeted by bright sunlight, and the scene of a beautiful beach, which had strewn across it the remains of a countless number of ships and hulls. She turned on the spot, unable to make it to the ground safely, looking for a way down.
"Daddy!?" she yelled, wondering where her father had gone.
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Post by Vrek on Jul 5, 2008 19:22:54 GMT
The world spinning. Were they still falling? No, they couldn't be, said the pain in his back. Still woozy, Kkieto the Jawa tried to stand. A sudden rush of blood to his head sent him reeling back down to the metal beneath him.
He laid back, and let his senses come back to him. He took a look at the wreckage around him. It seemed he was sitting on the wall, with the floor sharply rising upward, to a door leading out of the room. A few things were scattered about, and lights continued to flicker. As if on instinct Kkieto walked over to one, pried off the casing and removed the wire feeding the light, trying to save some of the ship's remaining power.
His eyes shifted in the dark, and in a moment everything in the lowlight became clearer. He looked up at the door, some several feet up. He put on foot onto the steep incline, reached up, brought his other foot up, then slid quickly back to the wall. "Nekkel juuvar obwegadada!" He yelled up the curse. He ran to the floor, and started frantically jumping up it, just to slide back down every time.
Out of energy, he fell back defeated. He took another look around the room, trying to find something to help himself. A few boxes over to his side, he waddled over and pulled one open. Mechanical replacements. He opened another. Dry food storage. Nothing to help him get out. He looked back up at the doorway, scratching his head. This could prove tricky.
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 6, 2008 5:50:48 GMT
Gul Ken'tar moved around the metal shard blocking his path, stalking around the outer edge of the wreck as fast as his walk would take him. He heard a child's cry, and it could only have been one person.
As he rounded another corner, the young Miraluka clone was visible standing on the wreckage. For a moment, Ken'tar's heart leapt in his throat when he let go of the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His sharp eyes quickly looked her over as he approached and knelt in front of her, taking his 'daughter' into his arms. Subtly, in the midst of the embrace, he checked for any further injury. Not finding anything other than superficial cuts and bruises, he let her go and looked into her veiled face. "Julianna, are you allright?"
He'd already spotted the way by which she'd escaped the wreckage. While he had been thrown out of the craft upon the crash, and bore the bruises and sprains for it, she had apparently been trapped inside and had to cut her way out with her lightsaber. I knew giving her that lightsaber was a good idea. The weapon she clutched was an exact duplicate of the one he wore on his own belt. It was his second lightsaber, which he'd given to Julianna on her tenth birthday when he began her full training in the ways he understood that mystical energy that was the Force.
In looking at the hole, he could feel the telltale flickers of life somewhere inside the wreck. Whether that was somebody or just a small rat exploring the ruin was anybody's guess. It was very difficult for Gul to distinguish between different types of life forms. It was his ultimate failing; his inability to accurately sense anything through the Force, other than through its combat applications.
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Post by Stephanie on Jul 6, 2008 6:10:13 GMT
Julianna smiled sweetly as her father held her at arm's length, checking her for injuries.
"It's okay, I made it out okay daddy," she said, trying to act tough, though she felt a slight pain in her side due to her awkward landing position when the ship hit the ground. "I used my lightsaber to cut a hole in the ship's hull and dug my way out... it wasn't very hard," she told him, wiping her nose. "I heard a sound coming from inside though... can you tell what it is? It sounded like something else trying to dig its way out."
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 7, 2008 0:17:44 GMT
Gul smiled slightly, arcing his neck one way and another as he quickly looked the ship over. The transport seemed to be mostly intact, aside from multiple hull breaches (and holes such as the one Julianna had just cut into the plating).
"You did well," He said to her, "Most wouldn't think about getting out by going through the hull." The Kaminoan extended his senses towards the freighter, and surely enough could sense something inside. He wouldn't tell the girl that, though.
"What do you sense inside the ship? Do you detect anybody inside? Reach inside and examine it with the Force." As a Miraluka, Gul suspected she already could tell how many beings were inside, but he wasn't sure if the natural Force Sight that the species used to see could extend through bulkheads. And if it doesn't, I'll have to teach her to do that. Her greatest strength will be with her senses.
His own senses were pathetically limited to his Danger Sense. His own Qey'tek meditative techniques were so strong that they cut off most of his own Force senses in addition to making him invisible and unreadable in the Force.
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Post by Fish21000 on Jul 7, 2008 0:36:36 GMT
Slowly wakeing from a deep sleep, Maifez found himself on the wall of his chamber. Getting to his feet the large sullustan wondered what had happend and why the ship was on its side. Now standing on the wall as if it were the floor and the floor was now the wall, Maifez was disapointed that his cabnet of cloths was now the ceiling.
Having been tired from his show the night befor Maifez had retreted to his cabin to sleep. Once in his room he had turned his sound dampiners to full makeing him completely deaf and took a sleeping pill.
Being naked the large sullustan looked around the room for something he could throw up at the cabnit to get his cloths. Finding only credits scattered among the 'floor' and his employee of the mounth plaque he desided that would be the best choise. Haveing some weight to it Maifez was carefull to move after throwing it at the 'ceiling' to knock open the cabnit to get his cloths.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jul 7, 2008 1:42:01 GMT
Change had never really bothered Torakat. It wasn't in a Chadra-Fan's nature to be bothered by change. It was simply a part of their life.
The change in question at the present time was the crew of the freighter. The Alaris usually transported cargo. Shipments of merchants' supplies, usually. But this time around, the Alaris carried passengers as well.
There were seven of them: a Zabrak, two Duros, a human, and three Twi'lek; the group had been picked up on Manaan, and they payed so well that they couldn't afford to turn them away. They asked for transport to some backwoods planet in some odd corner of the galaxy. Apparently, they had been informed that a good friend of theirs had crashed there, and they wanted to find him, or what was left of him.
As the Alaris neared the planet, a distress signal had been picked up from the planet's surface. The pilots pinpointed the source of the beacon, and a shore party was deployed. The ship's pilot sent Torakat with the seven, in the event that the downed pilot was badly injured. Two other armed crew members accompanied them.
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The group of ten moved at a relatively fast pace through the lush forests, sand crunching softly beneath them. The original seven looked a little uneasy. They look worried...probably concerned for the pilot. Poor guy. He's lucky anyone managed to find him somewhere this far out. Torakat thought as he walked along. He was on the right edge of the group, which was moving in no particular formation. Scattered, if anything.
He wasn't sure what to make of these passengers. They seemed decent enough to him, but then again, just about everyone seemed decent enough to him. He hoped this man they were looking for was alright, though. Even if he wasn't, the stop at Manaan had given him a chance to invest in better medical supplies. The planet was renowned for its kolto, an essential part of medkits. He figured he would be able to easily treat any injuries the man had sustained.
They moved along without conversation, mostly because they were moving quickly. One of the crew members finally broke the long streak of silence. "So, ah, how long ago did this guy go down?" "The last transmission we received from him was about two and a half weeks ago," said one of the Twi'leks quickly. "It was a while before we discerned where he had crashed. Never would have guessed that he had gone this far out."
The Duros, who was keeping track of how close they were to the signal, spoke up after another couple of minutes. "We're getting clo-" he was cut short as they came out of the woodland and into a clearing. A small makeshift campsite was set up there, including a tent, a fire, and some old clothes and ship parts. At the sound of the group noisily approaching, a grey-haired human stuck his head out of the tent, and eagerly scrambled out of it when he saw that they were not animals. The Zabrak muttered something as the human came toward them.
The human was absolutely ecstatic as he ran toward the group; he looked ready to embrace one of them. Before he came close, one of the Twi'lek held up a hand. "Hold on! Stay there!" The human stopped abruptly, his smile fading slightly. "Are you Rentan Breked?" Asked the Zabrak, taking a step forward. The human smiled again and nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that's me! I can't thank you enough, I thought I was a dead man! I can't believe someone picked up my signal!" The Zabrak exchanged glances with the other six of his group, and nodded. Wordlessly, he quickly grabbed something from his belt- a small black object that lit up in red when held. It was a commonly used weapon among soldiers- a thermal detonator. He activated it and threw it at the ground at the man's feet. The man's face went sheet-white, and he turned on his heels to run.
Torakat's small body twitched as he jumped back at the sight of the detonator. The two crew members were just as surprised. The man hadn't gotten a meter away before the blast went off. It went off closer than the Zabrak had anticipated, and everyone present was hit by the explosion to some extent.
Torakat hardly knew what hit him. He was thrown to his back, and the breath was knocked out of him. The Chadra-Fan's head was throbbing, and he could hear a loud ringing in his ears and nothing more. His vision began to go dim, and he fought to hold consciousness.
While he was incapacitated, a firefight had broken out. The seven were now firing on the two from the ship, who were fighting a useless battle. One of the Duros was killed, but within seconds both of the unlucky crew members fell dead. The grey-haired human had been killed in the explosion, having been nearest to the detonator.
Torakat could barely make out sounds now, but he was still immobile. He could hear the muffled-sounding voices of the six remaining people. "Come on, let's get back to the ship. Hoden, get Rentan's body. We need proof. Leave the others. The local wildlife got them." As the six murderers headed back to the Alaris, Torakat was slipping out of consciousness. He struggled to regain control of his body, but he felt like lead.
Fifteen minutes passed. The Chadra-Fan's heart sank as he heard the Alaris' engine start up, and he let himself black out as the sound became steadily fainter.
He slipped out of consciousness there in the sand, abandoned.
OOC: This all took place not too far from where Gul and Julianna are, so you could have heard or sensed the fight if you like. I'm going to be gone until Friday afternoon, so Torakat can be unconscious for this time. He's got about ten medkits on him.
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Post by Stephanie on Jul 7, 2008 3:02:16 GMT
"Not another test," Julianna whined, extending her lower lip and pouting. "Can't we just go one day without you testing my powers?" she said, knowing he would not be impressed. As he probably knew, however, she had already been able to discern what was inside the ship.
"I can see through the steel, daddy, you know that," she said, smirking. "I was just testing you, but if you really wanna know what's inside, I'll tell you." Turning towards the upturned hull, or what remained of it, Julianna pointed to a corner of it. "There's something small in that part of the ship," she informed Gul, feeling the Jawa's lifeforce. "And some more people in this part," she said, pointing up and to the left. "But I think they're all dead."
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Post by Fish21000 on Jul 7, 2008 3:19:38 GMT
The large Sullustan attempted to get the cabnit to break open for sevrel minutes, finally got it to break and the cloths rained down on him. Maifez picked up his black jacket and crincled pants and put them on, finishing his outfit with his white glove. Turning down the intensty on the sound dampaners so he could hear once more he started tword the door witch now rest on its side. Barly fitting crawling threw the door he made his way to an opening in the ships hul.
From the hole he could see sand and water, standing in the sand was a young girl that he thinks he remebers seeing on the ship the night before. With her back to him he couldent tell but saw a figure that seemed to be careing for her.
Steping out in the sand Maifez made his way toword what he thought was some more survivers.
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 7, 2008 3:32:17 GMT
Gul Ken'tar nodded, smiling slightly again. He didn't care for the lives lost in the crash, but in some distant part of himself was relieved that those who did make it had. "Very good, Julianna." He stood slowly, towering over the small child, and looked around again. He could feel the dark side on this planet. It was pervasive.
There may be powerful predators. The Kaminoan could feel danger. That tickling in the back of his mind was always associated with fighting or death. But it could be nothing. Still, best to keep on guard.
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Post by Vrek on Jul 7, 2008 3:51:56 GMT
Almost there... almost have it... A small set of fingers groped for the leg of a shelf which now jutted out, a short ways from the door. About an inch short the Jawa stretch out further, which put an unkind pressure on his makeshift stool, the two plasteel crates stacked onto one another. The stacked started to give, so the Jawa tested fate and jumped at thoe shelf, and wrapped his hands around it. Just below the crates tumbled to the floor, spilling their contents all over the wall.
Up above, Kkieto wasn't faring to well either. First one hand slipped off, and he yelped, frantically throwing his hand back up to get another grip. his thrashing loosened the grip his other hand had, which also slid from the bars, sending the Jawa on a collision course with the wall. He landed on his back, which knocked the wind from his lungs. Any bruises would be superficial, but he spent a few minutes breathing in and out very quickly with a high pitched squeal. He rolled his hand into a fist and struck the floor above him. "Nekkel juuvar obwegaDADA!"
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Post by Fish21000 on Jul 7, 2008 4:04:57 GMT
Maifez walking slowly so not to tire out made it to the young girl and what now look to be a strange creature that he dosent know stops. Pauseing for a minute he works what he was going to say in his mind.
"are you all ok? Anyone injured?"
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Post by Uglius Maximus on Jul 7, 2008 11:11:36 GMT
Traynu groaned, his body had been forced between two chairs when the crash had happened, causing him to pass out and his arm to break. He swore loudly and tried to move, pushing up slightly he fell to the ground hard. "Awh shit!" He called out as his arm followed suit, sending a surge of pain throughout his body.
He looked around him, the shuttle was damaged, that was for sure. Dead bodies littered the area, he looked towards a light, it came from outside where it looked like nothing more then a beach. "Where the hell am I?" He asked, not expecting an answer. He looked around for his rifle, it was jammed underneath a crate of something. He grumbled angrily and lifted it off with his good arm and checked the rifle out. He smiled to himself as he realised; everything was ok.
He clumsily lifted himself off the ground and propped the rifle by his side, the long barrel sticking out infront of him as he heard the scream of a Jawa. Salvager's.. Here? he asked, he edged towards a large opening in the hull.
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