First Reply A Man Lies Face Down in The Desert

[Leory Jikeron]

On an unknown desert world, far away from the rest of the galaxy, far too unimportant to be listed on any galactic maps, a man stumbles away from the flaming wreckage of a cargo vessel. With a heaving breath, he stumbles to his feet, shielding his face from the heat carried by the hot winds with a heavily scarred hand as they whip at his bones and accentuate the agonizing, charred blaster wound on his shoulder, causing sharp pain to course through his body. The man only makes it a few more steps away from the still blazing wreckage before he falls to the hot, desert, floor, exhausted and weary, doomed to a horrible, slow death...
Unless someone were to intervene.

 

[Haon Hafey]

Rarely does the time ever change to truly say that someone had to fall, in one of the most strangest senses, perhaps on a planet that was currently in the Hapolafey System. Having fallen on an uncharted world, always makes things way worse but so is the possibility of a restricted system. That is...unless you were possibly braver than most. From afar, the roaring of a small shuttle transport beat the horrible conditions of the system and started to make a landing among the area. Exiting out rather quickly, two others being medical droids came out and saw the beaten man down on the desert floor.

Making a motion towards the droids, the humanoid-looking male known as Haon went over towards the downed human as a few other starships appeared, some being damaged also as they tried to contain the fire. Speaking to the male before him, known as Leory Jikeron , his voice broke out.

"You seen better days...hang on in there, got two very good droids tending to you. Lucky we kept you tracked when we did."

 

[Leory Jikeron]

Straining his ears, Jikeron swore he could hear someone speaking to him, and a strange, calming sensation wash over his body, almost like.. bacta? Slowly, strength seemed to re-enter Jikeron's body, as he slowly, but surely rose to his feet. His vison was blurry. He could make out a vaugely humanoid shape in front of him. The sun's glare was unbearably bright.. He put up a hand to block out the light.

 

[Haon Hafey]

Noticing the man trying to speak but seeing him slowly pass out, Haon gave a small audible groan as he slowly stood up, making a motion with his head as the two medical droids pulled him to get loaded onto the shuttle Within a few minutes, they would take off and within the hour, land onto a large battlecruiser, known as the Metallum. As time passes by, he would been put into the medical bay and treated without the use of a Bacta Tank, medical technology came a long way from over eight hundred years ago as bacta and kolto mixtures, along with skin graffs, would be applied quickly and without to much pain while keeping him sedated.

After several hours would pass, when the sedation either wore off or the human known as Leory Jikeron awoke, the medical bay would only be operated by a single droid, a single lone pit droid as it glanced up towards him. Glancing back down, it was filing a report. Most of the starship was nothing but droids, something of a legacy that Haon Hafey had brought along in his time as a Metal Lord, a long extinct group of droids dedicated to peace and justice in the Galaxy. Oh how those days had changed. Haon was currently on the bridge, working through several controls though the starship, has much to be found and seen...curiously, there could be things to find as well.

Who knows what aging past awakens here?