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Post by Uglius Maximus on Jul 8, 2008 12:29:28 GMT
Traynu brought the gun onto the woman with the lightsaber. Oh boy.. Have I gotten myself in trouble. he thought dryly, he had only ever seen one lightsaber in his life, and he was kinda hoping it would stay that way.
He stayed aiming at the lady for a few moments, unsure as to whether he should let the Jedi be, or shoot it now before she became nothing more then trouble. He sighed and lowered the weapon, keeping a hold of it just incase however.
He cautiously made his way towards the three of them, not too sure if this would be the death of him.
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Post by pat673 on Jul 8, 2008 12:39:39 GMT
Alex nodded to the Sullustan and let her lightsaber blade retract. "Good, there we go," she said soothingly and beckoned him over.
She reached out with her perceptions, trying to focus on the surviving members of the Shuttle crash before looking back to the Sullustan. "Are you hurt?"
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Kliraat relaxed as the the Jedi's lightsaber retracted and the Sullustan cautiously move toward the small group. Kliraat took a moment to study his Blasters at his sides before sighing and beginning to walk over to the group, they were his best hope of getting off the island. As well as getting some food and drink, he thought dryly as he cricked his neck.
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Post by Uglius Maximus on Jul 8, 2008 13:13:13 GMT
Traynu shook his head, "No." He stated, deciding he wouldn't tell her he had a weakness. He didn't trust Jedi, not after his last encounter with one. She can tell I am, or atleast.. Maybe. he frowned to himself, "Can anyone remember the crash?" He asked, trying to change the subject to the matter at hand.
He was currently unaware that Kliraat was coming towards the group.
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Post by webster52402 on Jul 8, 2008 16:21:52 GMT
There was sand all over. It seemed to cling to everything that it could, sticking to clothing, finding openings that even water wouldn't have been able to find to his skin, giving everything a gritty feeling as he stood up, His normally ebony black outfit was now matted with the white sand, as well as clumped in his hair, thanks to the blood that matted some of it to his skull. Darwin winced as he braced a hand against the hot, sun-baked metal of the wreckage, swallowing down the nausea that arose along with a wave of vertigo.
Through vision that seemed to swim, as though he were looking at everything while underwater, he noted that he was on a long stretch of beach, with a sparkling sea behind him. This was no surprise to him, as he had noted this all just before he became a human bouncy ball, but what did surprise him was what he could see a distance down the beach. There were wrecks of all kinds, including a shuttle that had apparently broken into parts, just visible in the distance. Turning to look beyond his own wreck, he noted that there were other such ships, dotting the seas and the beaches beyond. Apparently, it was rather common to come to a crashing halt here.
The thought made a bitter smile come to Darwin's lips, as he turned once more towards the distant shuttle, too far away to see the survivors that were milling about it. The Dark Side was strong on this planet, he could feel it pulsing around him like a living, breathing creature... And, most notably, he could tell of a strong Dark Side user somewhere on the planet, though his senses were not strong enough to reach out and find this dark entity, simply aware of the rising spike of energy somewhere about. This was good, that meant that one that shared his power was elsewhere on this death trap of a planet, someone that he could take more power himself from. He had resources at his disposal, all he had to do was search these wrecks.
He pushed himself away from the wreckage of his YT-1210, leaving the disc-like ship to slip away into the sea, eventually. He hadn't had anything really useful on board, after all, but that shuttle undoubtedly would contain medical supplies of some sort, as anything that was made to carry several passengers usually held some sort of medical bay. With his support against the wreckage gone, he staggered slightly, though quickly managed to regain his poise. Hooking his lightsaber into his belt, he began his slow progress towards the distant wreck.
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Post by Fish21000 on Jul 8, 2008 16:29:13 GMT
The large sullustian distrot that the civilians below had not paid him any mind. Maifez knew he would have to be louder they they were so he mustered up what he could and started to speak loader.
"Attention passongers, if I could get your assistants we have some things we must go over befor we start killing each other!!!!!" Maifez said loud and firm.
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 8, 2008 16:57:57 GMT
Gul Ken'tar turned his head toward the Sullustan as the Jedi drew her lightsaber. Typical Jedi, overreacting. He thought to himself. While it was true there was a time he would have done the same, Gul Ken'tar was more sure of his ability to defend himself if somebody were to attack, and in the presence of this Sullustan, Ken'tar's danger sense was silent. Whoever he was, he didn't mean them any threat. Likely the girl's emotions about the crash have interfered with her senses... either that, or she's not as mature a Jedi as she claims to be.
The thin Kaminoan looked down at the armed Sullustan. He didn't seem much of a threat at all. "I can remember some about the crash." Ken'tar pointed to a tapered point on the shuttle, near where he was standing, "I was near the cockpit when we started going down."
"There was some sort of transmagnetic gravitational eddy that interfered with the coaxial navigational computer. At first, the pilot tried to correct for the navigational errors, but it was too late. Whatever is on this planet used a tricobal gravitational field to protect the system. Likely any ship without a map of the traps would get caught and crash." What Ken'tar didn't mention was that he had been in the cockpit because he was giving instructions to the pilots. While crashing wasn't his intention, Lehon was Ken'tar's destination. And once I get rid of that dragonman, we can find a way off this world. Idyllic as it may be for other species, Gul Ken'tar found it far too bright and dry for his taste. Could use a nice rainstorm about now...
The Kaminoans thoughts were broken abruptly: "Attention passengers, if I could get your assistance! WE have some things we must go over before we start killing each other!" Ken'tar sighed and turned, looking up at the chubby Sullustan. He was dressed as a ship's waiter, and judging by his words, Ken'tar suspected there was probably some kind of 'Ship's Code' that told employees and crew members what to do in the event of a crash.
Were we even fighting each other? The last Ken'tar knew, they were talking. A tiny smirk etched into his pale face, This Sullustan is obviously disoriented from the crash. Or perhaps he's just not right in the head. Let's have a little fun... Gul drew one of his disruptors and aimed it up at the Sullustan's head, "If we can't kill each other, what about killing you?" He called out.
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Post by Fish21000 on Jul 8, 2008 17:37:43 GMT
The purple sullustian not sure really what to do when a passenger pulled a weapon decided to act as he normally would. Treying to remain calm now that the sercomstances had turned to the worst.
"Ok... we could do that but.... if you would like we could find out who is still alive. Any one have a datapad not in use at the moment." Maifez said nervosly. He looked among the crowd to see if any one would respond.
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Post by lockandload on Jul 8, 2008 18:45:41 GMT
Blackness. Intense pain in his side and on the top of his head. An alarm was blaring on the control panel. Blackness again. A sudden stop. Pain again in the head. Heat. More pain in the side. Under the ribs. Crawling. Light.
Water. Cool to the touch. More pain. Consciousness.
Kal looked to his right. His ship was ruined. A heap of rubble with almost nothing being of any use now. The Clawcraft looked as if it was being sent to a junker already.
Sad he thought. It was a good ship
He leaned forward, hurt like hell. His side was bleeding rather badly and he could feel a liquid on his forehead. He knew it was blood, there was no need for him to even look at it. He looked around for his weapons. Immedeatly he knew where they were.
Weapon compartment, under seat his mind said, his spirit dropping. He would have to go back into the Clawcraft. The idea of that was ridiculous, it would be engulfed and totally destroyed any moment. But he had to, his father had given him that gun. He was not about to let it be destroyed.
He rose to his feet, then fell back to the ground. A grunt escaped his mouth as he tried again. This time, he stumbled forward onto his ship. He could feel the head already.
As he crawled into the compact space he felt around the compartment for his cache. A small handle lifted up and he found his quarry. His Charric and sword now safely with him he exited the craft and fell face first onto the beach.
Walking. Falling. More falling. The blood that had left him now was affecting him. He made his way towards the jungle in hopes that he could make it.
It took him a while but he had done it. He crawled into the undergrowth and propped himself up against a tree. Time to start fixing himself up.
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Post by Uglius Maximus on Jul 8, 2008 23:34:16 GMT
Traynu flinched, "Hey, let's not do anything hasty, for all we know there could be someone watching us. This crash has likely attracted unwanted attention and I suggest, for now, we keep our numbers up." He interrupted, not wanting the Kaminoan to shoot a fellow Sullustan. His grip on the rifle became tighter and he prepared himself to shoot the Kaminoan if the man shot the sullustan, if there was one thing he didn't like.. It was thugs.
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Post by Lammy on Jul 9, 2008 1:40:44 GMT
Adelaide Samri shook her head violently before bringing her hand to it for further investigation. The last thing she could remember was a tall, pale creature barking out orders and directions that made little sense. Of course, she didn't bother with sticking around in the cockpit at the time, considering there was a whole ship of passengers wondering how everything went so wrong.
The throbbing in her head wasn't likely to stop anytime soon, coupled with the blaster fire and shouting, this was the definition of a bad day. Addy went ot push herself off of the floor only to find that any weight on her right ankle wasn't a good idea. A hissed cry escaped her lips as she sat back down on her bottom, her back to what was left of the ship's inner hull. Hoping for nothing more than a sprain seemed petty... many others didn't even survive.
A quick look around justified that.
Though there were fewer passengers on this shuttle (since virtually no one has any business in this system), it was no consolation to the two or three that were lying mere metres away from Addy. These former occupants didn't look to be armed, unlike a few of the others that were aboard. It suddenly struck Addy that if the armed ones were no where in sight, and moments ago there was blaster fire... this day is getting worse by the minute. Her footlocker was somewhere in the cargo bay, and even though she's flown on this particular ship a few times already, it was hard to figure out where it is when the whole ship is out of order. Addy sighed dejectedly; even if she knew where the bay was, there was no way to get there on her ankle.
'I hate today.'
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Post by webster52402 on Jul 9, 2008 2:05:41 GMT
The sun was far too hot for Darwin's liking, beating down on his back mercilessly. Thanks to the fact that he was wearing tight, black clothing, it only made the ambient heat seem that much worse, as every ray of the sun that struck him was immediately absorbed into the fabric, to become a nuisance by spiking his heat immensely. Combined with the white sand beneath him, already baking hot, and reflecting sun back up onto him, Darwin was absolutely miserable by the time he had taken more than a few steps. Damned planet... Maybe he wouldn't want to take a vacation here, just to spite the place.
He raised his emerald eyes from the ground between his feet, to the shuttle that he was heading towards, now a good distance away from his downed craft. For the first time, Darwin Lissiri began to notice that there were figures milling about on the sand around the craft, and one that was standing smack dab on top of the craft, though it was too far yet to really make out just who they were. He took a few more staggering steps, before coming to a slow, ponderous stop, the heat of the sun momentarily cast aside in light of this new development. There were survivors here, and they were already with the ship that Darwin had planned on taking the loot from.
His cold eyes traveled across the group at the foot of the shuttle, pondering on his next action. He could simply walk in there and strike them down, of course, but that would be counter-productive to his desires, which were to reach even deeper into the planet. He didn't know what awaited him there, to have meat shields to put in front of him and absorb fire for him would be most beneficial. A slow smirk came across Darwin's lips, as he reached down to the lightsaber at his side, unhooking it from his belt. Instead, he moved it up his sleeve, securing it there. This would put it at a much quicker access point, while hiding it from the gaze of the survivors.
Now appearing to be unarmed, save for the pistol at his side, Darwin began his approach once more, walking calmly across the sands now. There was no need for stealth, after all.
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Post by Vrek on Jul 9, 2008 2:15:18 GMT
Few more inches... The small hand shot out again, slipping inches from the doorway. This time Kkieto had grabbed the leg of the hanging shelf and hung on, and was now swinging himself with one arm, the other reaching for the doorway. He swung, his hand missed. He swung, his hand slipped on the edge of the door. He swung, and finally caught onto the lip of the doorway.
Frantically, the Jawa pulled himself into the next room, away from the deathtrap of a storage room. He looked around his new surroundings. There was another door still rising upward, but this time without anything to help him up. Luck was with him, however, as another stood stood on it's side on the wall to his left. He quickly jogged over to it, and tried opening. It stuck, of course. With a sigh he took out a small knife and pried off the casing of the door's panel. He poked through it, pressing against a few wires. Finding the one he needed lying loose with a few unnecessary wires, he pushed the wire back into it's circuit, and then pressed the manual open button. The door slid open to reveal a rather ragged room, half of it torn open, with parts of it's metal skeleton still in place. Outside though, was a long golden sanded beach, along a shining sea of water, dotted with countless wreckages.
With a sigh he stepped over to the gaping hole and hopped through. He stepped toward a nice, shady spot on the wreck and laid back against it, staring at the sea before him. As it turns out getting in life-threatening crashes onto a graveyard of ships then having to escape left a little man drained. He sat back, and began to enjoy the view while he recuperated, oblivious to the many people just on the other side of the crash.
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Post by lockandload on Jul 9, 2008 3:43:56 GMT
Kal looked at the wound. A large gash ran under his bottom rib. It has to be half and inch deep so he decided to patch it up. He grabbed his pants he keep on at all times and ripped some of the thread from the pants. He looked around the bushes he was near and found a thorn type plant. He grabbed some of the thread and tied it to the makeshift needle.
The first thrust into the skin was numbed immensely but he knew he had to do it. With no Antiseptic he bit down on a stick he had found to dull the pain and prevent teeth grinding.
Eventually, he had stitched the 6 inch gash closed. It wouldn't hold up for long but it would stop the bleeding for a while. Until he could find someone with more experience. He thanked his father for teaching him some basic survival skills and stood up. His head gave him some trouble but for the most part, he was OK.
He looked along the beach and started walking. There was smoke on the horizon and it wasn't coming from his Clawcraft, which was now completely engulfed in flames. No, there was another crash close by. He would find the survivor, if there were any and find a way to get off this planet.
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 9, 2008 5:16:52 GMT
Ken'tar turned his head slightly, bringing the Sullustan behind him into focus. So the species isn't' all comprised of idiots. He decided, lowering his weapon. It would be best not to get in a fight here: there was no telling when the survivors might need each other. Beside that, what kind of example would he give Julianna by shooting a man he found irritating the moment he was in a bad situation?
No, Gul Ken'tar would not do it. He deliberately holstered the pistol back into the leather holster. "You have a point." He admitted to the armed Sullustan, and gave a deferential nod towards the man's wisdom. True, he's probably only good for repairs, finding things in the dark and serving as a blubber vat, like most Sullustans, but at least he has a brain.
There appeared to be more survivors. A human male was approaching, dressed solely in black leather. "It seems we are not the only survivors." Ken'tar said quietly, before the man was close enough to hear, "We either have a fresh eyed punk in our midst, or somebody with dominatrix fetishes." A hairless brow arched over his left eye in idle amusement, "We should hope his mind is more powerful than his arms. But then we should not give him too much benefit towards his intelligence, Julianna. He is human after all." Ken'tar smirked slightly at the 'Padawan'. It would be interesting to see how she reacted to his racial insult. Let's put that Jedi patience of hers to the test.
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Post by Fish21000 on Jul 9, 2008 5:47:07 GMT
seeing that things wernt working out the way he intended. Carefully getting down from the high place on the ship were he was standing he made his way to the sand. i best to better to just blend in for a while. moveing closer to the large alian who seemed to be the leader maybe he could get the one controlling the crowd already to help with the proseders that needed to be done.
"sir if i may we really need to get some kind of count of the people around." The large sullustian said to the tall alien.
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