A Moment of Reflection

[Souras Amur]

[SIZE=11pt]Souras Amur didn’t bother looking out the cockpit viewport of his star cruiser as it slowly entered the atmosphere of Mygeeto. There was nothing to see but a desolate, destroyed junkpile, covered in fog and ice. A planet destroyed by chaotic infighting and power struggle. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]No, the location itself and its history was more interesting than anything anyone might see on it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]The Dark Jedi had rather taken the opportunity to meditate, and to clear his mind. Any time he had between his constant journeys he wished to use to grow and develop in the Force. Such was why he dedicated himself to perpetual travel in the first place. Power was not handed to you; you had to search it out. Discover and uncover it. Commit yourself to the development of it. In such a sense, it was not cheap. And yet, the offer to achieve power was forever open. There were some which forbade, restricted, and advised against the procuring of it. But the bumbling fools which espounded such a pitiful ideology could speak no more once there lies and jealousy were revealed. Power, once it is acquired, reveals true wisdom, enlightens one to the true path. And once such a path is shown, trite, idealistic platitudes and dogmatic censors are found to be worth only laughter. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]As the ship landed onto the broken-up stone ground, the rumble of his ship striking down awoke him from his meditative trance. A grunt of exasperation escaping due to his early arrival, he pushed himself off the ground and quickly grabbed his lightsaber off of a nearby table and attached it to his belt, and began to head down the ramp of the ship, towards the outside world. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]As he exited the cruiser he was immediately struck with a harsh chill, soon revealing itself to be an ongoing winter breeze that bit into him harshly. On something of impulse, he lifted his cloak hood onto his head to protect and cover himself somewhat from the cold that sieged him, and gave a cursory glance of his surroundings - seemingly miles of mundane, broken-down industrial lands - and began a long trudge on a journey of which the duration of such he hadn’t a clue. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Somewhat ironically, the reason he was here - despite his distaste for the aesthetic outlook of the planet he was visiting - was for purely “aesthetic” reasons. Unlike the myriad of other journeys he had subjected himself to, he was not searching for a forgotten artifact of sith lore, or a long-lost sepulcher. There were no tomes of the dark side that spoke of the importance of this planet. There were no relics of worship, or messages to be found in the rubble. But what had certainly been laid out for him was just as valuable as any trinket or holocron - a moment of reflection.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Mygeeto was a planet torn apart by war, by various factions vying for power, honor, and glory, to grow in title and strength. Imbeciles would bemoan of the consequences of this struggle, and give a futile cry for peace. But this would not do. It is the nature of all intelligent species to secure their own existence and grandeur. They revel in their successes and do whatever they must to prevent their own failings. War was a natural consequence of such - but contrary to the baseless ramblings of the Jedi and other charletons, it was a beautiful display of the deepest nature of all creatures. Nevermind the rather disappointing, destructive result. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Mygeeto was an exemplification of these principles. And as such, it was a valuable planet to reflect and meditate on.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Amur’s boots scraped across the torn surface of the world as he dodged the holes and craters torn into its surface. The chill continued to kick harshly into him, but he pressed on, somewhat absent-mindedly, wandering the quiet planet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]His stroll was abruptly interrupted as he nearly tripped over an object in his way. Composing himself, he glared down, and he was rather shocked to see a small furry creature directly in his path. A lurmen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Rather on impulse, he was quickly determined to remove the nuisance. Unhooking his lightsaber, he ignited it and was prepared to remove the creature from his path by force...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Rominaria Basaar"][/SIZE]

 

[Rominaria Basaar]

"I detect no signs of life in the immediate area."

Rominaria stared out of her cockpit window, looking at the devastation before her. "Would....you like me to scan again ma'am?". Rominaria slowly turned around to face her service droid, giving him a faint smile that was making a poor attempt to disguise the immense hurt she was feeling. "You have already scanned three times...i must face reality". Rominaria turned her attention back to the view from the cockpit of her ship, taking a nervous gulp as she did.

Normally, the view of this location from the cockpit of Rominaria's ship, would be a wondrous one. She would normally have the pleasure of looking out over a small but bustling Lurmen colony. A colony teeming with life, excitement and an odd feeling of warmth; ironic considering the weather of the planet. The small Lurmen race have been dealing with hardships on their native planet for quite some time now. Their small stature, low level of intelligence and lack of modern or spacefaring technology leads them to be constantly exploited, abused or worse. Rominaria found out about the struggles of the Lurmens a few months ago and has periodically been traveling to Mygeeto to offer them aid or advice.

Mygeeto is a planet that has been ravaged by war after war, tragedy after tragedy. Those who could get away from the planet left long ago, those who cannot escape have had to adapt, make the best of what they can. The Lurmens are among the ones who can't leave and are forced to make a living where ever they can. Rominaria had came to Mygeeto with the task of giving this Lurmen colony more food and medical items. Instead of being met with the warm and welcoming colony, she arrived to a scene of chaos.
The colony had been raided. The buildings were burned to the ground, bodies of Lurmen littered the paths. All though the destruction seemed pretty fresh, she was sure the attackers had what they wanted and were long gone. "I...need to see it. wait here" Rominaria said to her service droid whilst fastening up the thick winter covers for her Lekku, deep in thought. Her father always warned her that she would face the harsh realities of the galaxy if she went out on her own, those realities were now crashing down on her.

Rominaria left her ship and walked very slowly through the ruins of the colony. The cold was so severe that she could not even feel the tears run down her cheeks thanks to them being numb. Rominaria was staring up at a tall damaged structure, wondering if she could find people to help repair and rebuild the colony. Stupidly, she was not paying attention to her footing and she slid down a small slope. The fall was not far, but still far enough to knock the breath out of her and send her small pistol flying.

Rominaria sat up, coughed a few times and took a minute to catch her breath. She looked around the area for her pistol cautiously whilst rubbing her now throbbing back. Spotting it in the snow a few feet a way, she slowly stood up with a grunt and made her way to her pistol. Rominaria bent down to pick up when her attention was suddenly caught. Her eyes widened at the Lurmen foot prints next to the pistol. a huge sigh of relief escaped Rominaria's mouth. This was the first sign of life she had seen since she had arrived on Mygeeto. Rominaria picked the pistol upand began to follow the tracks.

She hurried along next to the tracks, desperate to find the Lurmen they belonged to. Rominaria halted a few feet away from where the tracks stopped. At the end of them was the Lurmen, and what appeared to be person ready to strike him down. Without a second thought, Rominaria shouted "STOP. PLEASE DON'T"
Rominaria, obviously terrified, shakily aimed her pistol at the cloaked man. "Please...too many have lost their lives here today".

[member="Souras Amur"]

 

[Souras Amur]

[SIZE=11pt]Souras went to strike -[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And froze in his tracks as his ears caught the pleading of a female voice behind him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Without hesitation, the man spun around to look at the fool who disturbed his journey, and nearly lost his footing as he saw the barrel of a blaster pointed towards his chest. Absentmindedly, a grunt of annoyance issued from him as he discovered a new obstacle quickly arising in his travels. He hadn’t been prepared for or expected any other intelligent life forms to interrupt his visit to the barren planet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Another sigh exuded from him. “What, this [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]rodent[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?” He turned around again to look upon it, and it had already scurried off. He quickly turned around again, to be met with the blaster aimed at him once more. It was beginning to vex him. “Are you willing to kill me over the life a primitive creature such as [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]that[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?” He almost uttered a guffaw at the notion. It seemed so inane to him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He took a moment to analyze whoever the woman threatening him was. It was a Twi’lek girl, perhaps early twenties. She had something of a desperate mien written across her features, as if she hadn’t prepared for this encounter any more than he had. She shakily, disturbedly held the blaster towards him, but not with a style befitting an amateur; it seemed only that she stumbled upon the Dark Jedi, and hadn’t been ready for a confrontation. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Slowly, Amur lowered his saber - he wasn’t particularly interested in attracting any unwanted attention with violence, despite how unlikely it was - but refused to retract it. He wasn’t entirely sure what she planned to do. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Souras quirked a brow at the woman’s odd phrasing. “Too many? More lives have been threatened? Elaborate.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Amur was well-aware of the...difficulties the primitive species were undergoing, but he hadn’t heard of any such difficulties that had occurred today. Perhaps this would be more of an interesting trip than he had previously thought…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A titter escaped him as he looked at the woman. “Regardless, it’s not as if one could [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]blame [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]any ill-fate falling on their kind. What use have they?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Rominaria Basaar"][/SIZE]