A Series Of Unfortunate Events

[Kitty]

[member="Token Waters"] [member="Morgana Forceborn"] [member="Zaal Kepi"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"] [member="Rose Kuhn"] @Saiah @Dair Cotarin [member="Mark Sage"] [member="Mit Tuxaire"] [member="Edison Bulkhead"] [member="8t88 B"]
OOC discussion http://starwarsrp.net/topic/58497-lost-interest-check
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Felucia an interesting planet for sure. Most would call it beautiful and very beautiful it truly was. The smart ones however would call it poisonous. Full of hostile and deadly creatures that would love nothing more than to nurture their own existence by ending yours. This beautiful death trap also had a rather unique and strong connection with the force. Well known it was for it's strange and erratic connection with the force. However no preceding event in the planet's history could rival the force anomalies that were plaguing it now.

Travelers in nearby systems are being lured towards the planet by variable means. Weather it be by hallucinations, memories, or impressions that should not be there. Some compelled to throw logic to the wind, believing dead love ones to be there. While others feel as if by going there they will find riches. One way or another all those nearby are drawn to their doom. The planet is disrupting all electronics causing the hypnotized travelers to be forced into a crash landing by the planets gravity. Oddly enough the closer to the planet's surface the greater disturbance the electronics have until reaching the surface where they are rendered completely null. This gives most enough panic time and ship functionality to hopefully make a survivable crash landing.
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Kitty needed time to reflect. Too much was happening and she needed some time alone to sort it out. Well actually no time alone was the exact opposite of what she needed. Never ever leave a girl alone when she is upset. However the only ones Kitty could talk to were her master and Bar'reth. The feline couldn't trust herself around Bar'reth though. As much as she liked him if she talked to him about it, it could send her down a path she in the end doesn't want to go down. And she wasn't so sure if she trusted Ferus anymore. Well she did but she didn't. The young sith didn't know what she thought and she didn't have anyone to listen to her either.

Entering a space port Kitty looked for ship that had the right specifications and would be willing to transport her. She needed a ship with a cage or cargo hold that was made out of something much stronger then durasteel. Hyper space was very stressful for the female Felacatian and she would always shift into her one ton big cat form as a result. In that condition she would tear anything apart and not even durasteel would get in her way.

It took a large portion of her day, but she eventually found something that would suit her needs. It was a round ship and very well lit from the inside. She was sure it was from a specific manufacture that tended to build small round freighters, but she didn't know anything about nor did she care to know. Kitty hated ships and she hated she had no choice but to get on them to get around in the galaxy. At least it had a decent cage made of a very strong material. The cage was square, twenty feet on all sides, and six feet high. Just big enough to hold her but didn't give her a whole lot of room to move. Then again when she shifted she tended not to care. At least there were some rather luxurious quarters for the small part of the trip where the feline would actually be of sound mind.

Kitty made her way the cockpit and found the captain. It was a small Hapan women though not quite as small as Kitty. She had long red hair and looked a little young. "Where we headed fur ball?" She asked Kitty. "Um.......how about Sembla?" Kitty asked. "Yes sir." the Hapen responded before hitting a couple of button and levers. The ship lifted off and headed into orbit. Once in orbit Kitty had the Hapan lock her up in the cage. If the cage couldn't hold her Kitty would end up tearing the ship to pieces and killing them both. Kitty had an eye for these kinds of things though and knew all would be fine with the exception of the unpleasant hyperspace trip to come. Once everything and everyone was secure they made the jump. Almost right away a headache would begin to surface for the young feline. Before long the headache was so bad she had to shut out the world around her. Never mind the extreme nausea and over all terrible sick feeling. It didn't take long before she began to shift. Quickly her body become too big for the substitute cloths and were turn apart by her sheer size. The large practically mindless cat would claw and bite at the cage around her desperate to destroy everything in a futile instinctual effort to relive her stress. She continued to try and escape and cause all sorts of noise until a few hours after they emerged from hyperspace when Kitty's mind finally snapped back into place.

"You can let me out now!" Kitty yelled out. It didn't take long for the Hapan women to come over and unlock the cage. Kitty made her way to the room of luxury to relax. "Make sure to keep your claws to yourself. Anything you tear up I'm going to make you pay for." The Hapan said before making her way to the cockpit. It took another hour but finally the Felacatian shifted back to her normal form. Getting changed back into her favorite dark purple tank top and blue shorts, Kitty headed into the cylindrical cockpit the jutted out from the side of the ship. "This is Sembla? I thought it would have a lot more water." Kitty questioned looking at the interesting colored planet from through the ship window. "That would be because this is Felucia not Sembla." The raid haired women replied.

"I asked to go to Sembla not Felucia? Your not trying to pull anything here are you?"
"No, I could of sworn you said Felucia."
"Whatever, this should work just as well. I just wanted somewhere far away to get away anyways."
"Alright I'll set her down then. If you don't mind me asking. You change form like a Felacatian but look nothing like them. You look more like a Cathar, but at the same don't. Cathar is just the closest thing I can compare you to."
"It's just a condition I was born with. The best way I can describe it is the barrier between my two forms are much thinner than others of my kind so my normal form just has a lot more cat attributes."
"I imagine there are some advantages to that."
"Yea and some disadvantages."
"Oh, like what?"
"Do you have a chalk board for me to run my claws across?"
"No" The Hapan women shuddered at the mere thought of it.
"Imagine the pain you get from that and multiply it by a thousand and that's what it's like for me."
"Is it worth it at least."
"I don't know. It's the only life I have ever known. I can't imagine anything different. By the way I haven't caught your name yet. Mine is Kitty."
"Kitty?" The Hapan looked at the feline with a raised brow. "My names Koda."
"Isn't that a guy name?"
"Hey you don't make fun of my name and I won't make fun of yours fur ball."

Kitty was beginning to enjoy talking with this women. However their enjoyable little talk was interrupted when the ship suddenly began to shake and lights and siren sounds began going off in the cockpit everywhere. Kitty's hyper sense of balance kept her in place but she grabbed a seat and buckled up just in case. "What's going on?" Kitty asked. Her claws were instinctively extended and gripping onto the seat. "I don't know the power is freaking out. It's waning then coming back." Koda said a bit panicked. If it wasn't for their little situation Kitty would have been awed by the pretty surface that was steadily growing larger. The shaking got worse then suddenly the power went completely off and they dropped from the air. The two of them screamed though Koda continued to try and save them somehow. The power came back, but the ship wasn't responding more and more. "Brace yourself we're going to have to make a very hasty landing." The Hapan said to Kitty. "You mean crash landing?" Kitty asked starting to get stressed. "Yes crash landing but with even more crashing." Kitty looked at the red haired women like she was crazy. Thought it was really just Kitty freaking out. Next thing Kitty knew there was nothing.

First thing Kitty noticed when she woke up was the sun shinning brightly in her eyes. She moaned trying to open her eyes up and figure out what just happened. She became vaguely aware of a pain in her left arm and her back but for the most part ignored it. It seemed she was in the cockpit but it was no longer attached to the rest of the ship. Kitty was laying against the windows staring up as the sun shone straight through the cockpit which it's butt end pointed right at. Examining herself there was a big gash in her left arm and it was bleeding pretty bad. Kitty covered it up with her right hand and put pressure on it to try and stop the bleeding. As far as she could tell her back only had miner scratches. Looking around Kitty saw Koda unconscious right next to her. The Hapan only had scratches as well but it looked like her right arm and leg were broken. Normally Kitty could just climb out the top and jump over, but bringing Koda with her would be impossible. Not to mention climbing just herself would increase the bleeding which would be bad. Taking her hand off her would temporarily Kitty grabbed her lightsaber at her hip and tried to ignite it to cut a hole directly out, but for some reason her lightsaber wouldn't work. "What the heck." Kitty said putting her lightsaber back and applying pressure to her wound again. Kitty tried to think of a way out of here without getting hurt more but couldn't seem to figure anything out. If only her lightsaber had been working. Using her claws Kitty cut the lower torso portion of her tank top and tied the fabric tightly around her arm. She decided to wait for Koda to wake up. Maybe she would have some idea to get the two of them out of here.

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Morgana had been returning from a trip to Dathomir when the crash had happened. It wasn't until she began to awake from the crash that everything back to come back to her. She had to stop at the spaceport because she needed to transfer from one flight shuttle to the other. But during her time she'd sensed the presence of a few darksiders in the area. At first she thought it am ambush but felt something different about it all. Perhaps they were like her and just trying to get back home. She had been conflicted about actually going after any of them as she got on the shuttle itself. While her senses were alert during the flight she wound up falling asleep, not waking up until he shuttle began to violently buckle. She'd passed out again before waken up now, oddly finding everything upside down.​

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Looking she realized she was the one upside down. The portion of the shuttle she was in had crashed and was hanging from a few tree branches. She looked, seeing dead passengers still strapped into their chairs. She looked away with a saddened face before trying to undo the straps. Her training saberstaff was gone, possibly fallen out during the crash itself. The buckle was a little jammed and it was a bit of a fall from here to the ground. If she was careful and timed things right she'd wind up on her feet. Carefully she used the force to undo the buckle just before dropping down, flipping over and use the force to help cushion her fall.​

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As she stood she realized her jacket had been ruined, ripped and torn with a sleeve missing. She pulled it off, revealing the crimson vest underneath, before walking around and calling "Hello? Anyone alive out there?"​

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[member="Kitty"]​

 

[H3xle]

[member="Token Waters"] [member="Morgana Forceborn"] [member="Zaal Kepi"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"] [member="Rose Kuhn"] [member="Saiah] [member="kitty"] [member="Mark Sage"] [member="Mit Tuxaire"] [member="Edison Bulkhead"] [member="8t88 B"]


Some people would never truly understand why others took safety precautions. They see a young man, prime of his life and powerfully built strap himself down into the transports seat as he is supposed to and they leer at him for being uncool. They leave their harnesses open or only partially strapped or strapped completely wrong. 'C'mon, what's going to happen that we'll need it' they say, or 'If we crash, it'll be at such a high velocity that the restraints won't matter' using the pseudo-physics that comes about from not paying attention in school. Dair, being a very tall, well built young man who was in the prime of his life, was securely strapped into his seat and calmly meditating.

He had been calmly meditating.

Until he woke up.

Blood ran down into his eyes, a little wobbly, Dair looked around to take stock of the situation. Blood was everywhere. At first, Dair thought that he had been bleeding, but the safety harness had done its job and kept him safely in his seat. No, the blood leaking into his eyes was from the man impaled above him on a piece of the fuselage sticking into the passenger compartment. The floor was oriented in the correct way, that much was good at least, and Dair didn't seem to have any serious injuries.

He released himself from the harness and ducked under the body, wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve. Around him there were maybe thirty people moaning, crying or getting up as he did. The smart few of the hundred some odd number of people the transport had been carrying. As the good Jedi he was, Dair began to assist with deplaning people, making several trips in and out to carry injured people a safe distance away. A married couple who were doctors began to take care of some of the injuries, Dair had never been formally trained on Force Healing and now he was kicking himself. It would be one of the things he did, when he got home.

"Hello? Anyone alive out there?"​

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Dair heard the voice from the opposite side of his transport. He looked around and saw nothing but corpses inside, so he decided to start around the transport to see if there was anyone else he could help.

"Hello! We have people over here, some doctors have set up a triage..." His deep voice boomed through the air, easily reaching past his transports ruined hulk.

 

[Edison Bulkhead]

Felucia.

Home.

Not many people came here on their own accord, but then not many of them had the ability to communicate with and train rancor and acklay the way she did, and even fewer had been born here. Edison had come here with the express purpose of catching up with her family and obtaining a good breeding pair of rancor to introduce to the herd on Dathomir in order to help keep the gene pool strong. Thinking she'd get the hard part over first, the witch had gone looking for the mighty beasts first, hoping to surprise her parents and siblings by landing her ship on their farm and proudly displaying the pair that she had capture by herself. Now, however, she found herself stranded. Her ship was dead, and she could not for the life of her figure out why. It simply ceased to function. Additionally, the young witch had found herself lost. She felt sure she knew where she'd left her ship, but no matter how she attempted to return to it, she found herself...elsewhere.

Carried by the wind, she heard a man's voice calling. With a frustrated shrug and a shake of her head, she moved in that direction, where she saw a the smoking wreckage of a crashed ship; a ship she suddenly realized she hadn't heard come down.

"Something is entirely karked," she muttered, moving through the dense treeline and down the hill to the clearing where the wreck lay.

"What the hell happened here?" she demanded, approaching [member="Dair Cotarin"].

 

[8t88 B]

[member="Edison Bulkhead"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Morgana Forceborn"] [member="Kitty"]

Honestly, I need to stop skimping on the help.

8t88 thought to himself as he pushed the limp Gran out of the pilot seat. He had gone to Felucia chasing rumors of a Holocron. In truth he had no need for them, but [member="Lord Daemos"] would reportedly pay even for mere information about them. And as 8t88-B was an information broker, this was music to his audio-receptors. But what he hadn't expected was the crash.

8t88 didn't know why it happened, and didn't pretend to, it could be a side effect of that power thing that made 8t88 black out, but he suspected it was the pilot's error. But dwelling on why it happened would be useless, he would have to focus on the here and now if he expected to get out of this.

8t88 eased into the pilots chair. "Are anyone of you alive?" he said while talking into the comm. No answer came at first, then a slow droning voice answered in a Gran dialect.
"Sleebo... is alive."
"Good, are you undamaged?"
"Leg... broken."
"Yes, yes, but more important things need tended to, for instance my power is draining for a reason that is beyond me, I need you to find help, a power coupling, anything that can keep me from shutting down."
"Sleebo.. find help.
"Good, now run along."

As the last of his power waned, 8t88-B eased back in his seat, cursing fate for making his only chance for survival an idiotic Gran.

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Sleebo crawled out of the wreckage, grabbing at plants and wreckage to pull himself further towards his goal, whatever that may be. 8t88 had a preference for Grans, probably inherited from his former self. While their intelligence varied, they were loyal to a fault, just as Sleebo now was demonstrating.

"Droid... need help... Sleebo... need... help." He bellowed, more moan then yell.

 

[H3xle]

"What the hell happened here?"

Dair turned to the voice and saw a very vivacious young woman storming down the hill towards him. He paused and looked around, but decided that a sarcastic response wasn't called for.

"Our transport came down...I don't remember it happening, but I woke up and we had a lot of people dead or wounded." He replied, walking towards the woman. She'd be able to see that he wore a lightsaber from his belt, though he wore what could be considered 'typical spacer garb'. "Did you crash too? Are you in need of assistance?"

[member="Edison Bulkhead"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The Razor's Edge smashed into Felucia at breakneck speeds. I just lost control of the blasted thing somehow. I wasn't sure what had happened, but most of my electronics were freaking out, including my cybernetic that was built into my back. It wasn't in spasm, just not working properly. I stood on top of the A-Wing, armor plates off for now, and the armor-glove pulled down and tied around my waist. I was used to wearing temperature controlled armor, so not having it was killing me. I was sweating trying to get the ship back into working order, but I wasn't having any luck. I wasn't an engineer or a mechanic. I could tinker, but really it was all just shots in the dark. I had enough supplies to last for a few days, and enough weapons to weather a decent storm, but I normally relied on my tech. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with just vibro-blades, but I would make do.

I decided to have a decent look around and from a top my craft I could see smoke from something. "Best go check it out." I thought aloud. shouldering my cuirass and making sure I had my pistols still holstered at my side I took off in the direction of the smoke. About thirty minutes later I came upon a small circular freighter crashed upon the surface of the planet. Maybe there are some supplies in here, I thought, setting down my cuirass and climbing on top of it, looking for a way in, sabatons clanking on the hull as I walked for the top access hatch found on most designs like this.

[member="Kitty"]

 

[Kitty]

Kitty was worried. It'd been awhile now and Koda wasn't waking up. Kitty tried gently shaking her awake but it wasn't working. Did she have a major concussion maybe she was in a coma. Kitty didn't know. Besides basic things like you don't want to bleed Kitty didn't know anything about medical stuff. One thing was becoming apparent. Neither of them were going to figure anything out in here. Kitty looked back up at the sun. If she had to guess it was either 11 am ish or 1 pm ish. Little did she knew it had just hit 12:00 PM not long ago.

Kitty's ears suddenly swiveled as she heard someone nearby speak they were far off but Kitty's ears were very sensitive. Using her legs and her right arm Kitty managed to climb her way to the top of the cockpit which pointed off the ground and was detached from the main ship. It certainly was a beautiful planet. The main part of the ship seemed to be crashed not far off though it was in terrible condition. The person she heard was probably still pretty far away. Unless they had as good as hearing as she did she doubted they could hear her if she called out to them. In the mean time Kitty carefully scooted alone the butt end of the cockpit sticking in the air trying to find a way down. Well she could jump down just fine. She was after all a feline. Still she held out hope she could get Koda out though. If only Bar'reth was here. He would have been strong enough to figure this out.

30 minuets had passed and unknown to Kitty electronics and force powers were now both completely useless. Kitty's ears swiveled again as she heard foot steps nearby. A man slightly familiar looking clambered onto the ship. He seemed to be looking for a hatch at the top. Kitty couldn't put her claw on why he looked familiar. Either way he was possible help. "Hey!" Kitty called out from the separated cockpit of the ship over to the main part where the man was walking around. "I have a friend in here and I need help getting her out." Just after finishing saying that the cockpit moved a bit leaning to side as if ready to crash down. Kitty gave out a short startled scream but as usual she kept her balance. She didn't know how well she would fair if it were to suddenly tip all the way over though. The fall isn't what would hurt her but rather the sharp objects and metal scattered on the ground and jutting out from the cockpit. "Could use some major help over here."
[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Hearing the sound of someone calling brought Morgana hustling her way over. She was lucky to find the familiar face of [member="Dair Cotarin"] masking her comment "You! How did you get here? I..I didn't see you at the spaceport earlier." After that she noted the arrival of [member="Edison Bulkhead"] before Dair had beat her to the punch of noting how this was all from the fact they crashed on their shuttle. Morgana was holding her arms, still shell-shocked from the experience, before dropping to her knees and saying "Thank the force we at least made it out in one piece." She looked around at some of the others before asking "Has anyone tried sending word? Like a signal or anything?"​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

I was rummaging around on the top of the small broken freighter when I heard a faint noise of someone calling for help. I instinctively reached for my head like i was wearing a helmet to activate aural sensors, but alas the helmet was packaged away inside the armor cuirass for right now. Since that instinct failed I looked around carefully, seeking the source of the call for help. It took a moment but I found it. The cock pit had detached and skidded away from the main crash and there must be people stuck inside it. I jumped down off the ship and ran over to the crash. Looking into the Glasteel windows of the cockpit I could see a wounded woman who was unconscious and a wounded but conscious feline humanoid. "Hold on. I think I have something I can use to get y'all out." I said rushing away back to my armor and retrieving the two multipurpose rockets from it. I could detonate these, I just couldn't fire them, and they would be able to blast a hole in the glasteel easy enough, hopefully without further injuring the occupants.

As I made it back to the cock pit I called out to the conscious feline. "Move to the back of the cockpit and cover yourselves with something." I said as I worked on pulling the shaped charge from the rockets to use to blow the glasteel off the cockpit. The plan was to plant the shape charges on either side of the cockpit facing diagonally up and towards the cockpit blasting it up and away from the whole, reducing the shrapnel and blast going down into the ship.

[member="Kitty"]

 

[8t88 B]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Kitty"]

Sleebo pulled himself onto the top of a hill, hoping to get a vantage point from to see something, anything other then the dense foliage surrounding him. The Gran had been crawling for over half an hour, infecting his already wounded leg with all manner of jungle bacteria Others would not have gone to such extremes, but if Sleebo knew one thing it was loyalty.

Propping himself against a rock, Sleebo looked up at the unforgiving sky. He knew that if he didn't find help quick he'd die out here, and his corpse would be devoured by the unseen jungle beasts that stalked him. But fortune smiled on the dimwitted thug, for voices, barely in earshot were echoing through the jungle.

Sleebo gazed at where the voices were coming from; A crashed ship, with a massive grim-faced armored man standing upon it. "Droid needs help!" he yelled as best he could outstretching his hand weakly.

 

[OriginsoftheJedi]

Felucia's Lower Atmosphere
Near the Equator

This was bad: really bad.
It would have been a routine fossil hunt on a planet he'd never visited before. Felucia promised to be a planet brimming with life. Mark had been excited, until his small Eta 2 Actis Class starfighter had begun acting up in the lower atmosphere. The engines simply decided to disengage and wouldn't turn back on for anything. And so he began to pick up speed rather quickly for Mark's liking. Alarms blared and beeped at him, and so Mark prepared for the worst. He put a force energy bubble around the ship to protect it in the seemingly inevitable crash. Mark attempted to aim it at a certain clearing near a cliff. He closed his eyes, hoping and praying that he'd survive as the ship heated up. Anyone nearby, if anyone even was nearby, would see a flaming ball of metal hurtling towards the surface. Soon, the ground approached and an echoing thud was heard as the starfighter hit the ground.
Before the crash had even ended, Mark's mind was enveloped in a darkness. What was really milliseconds seemed like centuries as it crept in on Mark's vision.
Then, all plunged into total blackness.

 

[H3xle]

Hearing the sound of someone calling brought Morgana hustling her way over. She was lucky to find the familiar face of [member="Dair Cotarin"] masking her comment "You! How did you get here? I..I didn't see you at the spaceport earlier." After that she noted the arrival of [member="Edison Bulkhead"] before Dair had beat her to the punch of noting how this was all from the fact they crashed on their shuttle. Morgana was holding her arms, still shell-shocked from the experience, before dropping to her knees and saying "Thank the force we at least made it out in one piece." She looked around at some of the others before asking "Has anyone tried sending word? Like a signal or anything?"​

"I got aboard early and started meditating...I don't know how we got here, I didn't experience the crash at all..." Dair replied, looking back and forth between [member="morgana forceborn"] and [member="edison bulkhead"]. "I have not, I just got done separating the wounded from the dead..."

 

[OriginsoftheJedi]

There was only a dull pain. It was all he knew now: a dull, ever growing pain in his head. There was no color or even anything to see. All was darkness for now.
Suddenly, Mark was aware that there was more than the pain. He could move.
"I'm alive!" He thought, surprised.
He willed his eyes open and found himself still sitting in the cockpit of his starfighter. The glass had by some miracle remained entirely intact. In fact, from in here, the ship looked air worthy. Just as he thought about that fact, Mark promptly received a spark to the face. He sat up a bit and groaned. Every inch of his body ached. He pushed up on the glass door to get out and found it stuck.
"Great. Just great."
He attempted to reach out with the force to see if there was possibly anyone around. Instead of the clear picture in his head he was used to, all he received was darkness. There was nothing there. There was no image at all. The force had somehow abandoned him.
A shiver ran down his spine. How would he get out of here without the help of the force? He tried yelling out for help, but nothing came out. He was alone.
What he didn't notice was the pluming smoke from the similar crash site of a transport nearby.
[member="Dair Cotarin"]

 

[Kitty]

The man she called out to came over and said he might have something to get them out. Kitty picked up Koda as best she could and did what the fellow said. There was an explosion but neither Kitty nor Koda seemed to have gotten hurt by it. The feline walked out of the wreckage with Koda in tow. "Thank you." Kitty said to the semi stranger. His scent was very familiar and if she didn't figure out where she knew him from it was going to drive her insane. "Do I know you from somewhere.?"

Their conversation was interrupted when Kitty's ears suddenly pivoted towards someone calling for help. Specifically for a droid which Kitty thought was strange. Kitty found the source of the outburst and the man it came from did not seem in the best condition. "I think he's hurt." The feline said to the man that had just rescued her. "Could you take care of her?" Kitty pointed to the red haired Hapan. With that she walked over to the Gran. "What's wrong?"
[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="8t88 B"]
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The smell of blood was starting to attract predators. A rancor in particular was nearby and wandered over to inspect the crashed shuttle. The rancor had hit the jackpot. Many dead and others wounded. Her feast seemed to be inside the shuttle though. The rancor messed around with the shuttle trying to find out a way to reach the food within. The survivors of course were freaking out and any weapons they had wouldn't even fire to try and take down the curious and hungry beast. Any force users around would be unable to use the force to try and tame the creature.
[member="Morgana Forceborn"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Edison Bulkhead"] [member="Mark Sage"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

I nodded when the feline woman pointed in the back at the injured person, and dropped down into the cockpit to get a better look at her. She wasn't doing well and probably wasn't gonna make it. Best not to tell her friend though, I thought. "I need to move him and get him somewhere we can get a better look at him, maybe inspect him for the extent of his injuries." Unbuckling her crash webbing I hefted the injured red head man onto my shoulders and carried her out of the wreck. Only then did I notice the Gran. Instinct told me to move along, I already had one person that wasn't gonna make it, and I didn't know how bad off the feline was so picking up a third wheel wasn't a good idea, especially without any of my gear. "Come on I have some bacta over here." I told the two of them walking over towards my armor with the hapan draped across my shoulders. From behind they could see the metallic spinal column embedded in my back and the dozens of neural nodes alongside it.

[member="Kitty"] [member="8t88 B"]

 

[8t88 B]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Kitty"]

Sleebo looked up at the furry woman and pondered for a moment if he was either delirious or his mind was somehow translating a jungle creature into a bipedal dressed cat.

"Droid needs help..." he said waving his arm wildly towards the way he'd came.

 

[OriginsoftheJedi]

Mark sat back again, unable to determine how to get out of this mess. The Force had somehow left him, he was alone with no one around, and he was locked inside his own malfunctioning ship. And just when he thought it couldn't get worse, he began to feel a low rumble, a faint rythmic beat like that of some massive bass drum. He looked to a puddle outside the smoking ship
and noticed the water rippling at intervals.
"Something's coming." he murmered. "Something big."
[member="Dair Cotarin"]
[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Edison Bulkhead]

"I'm not hurt, I didn't crash, and I have no idea what's going on here," replied Edison testily. She didn't like the fact that a ship had crash landed close by and she hadn't heard or seen a thing. Something was wrong.

"Something's coming." he murmered. "Something big."
[member="Dair Cotarin"]
[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

Edison heard the unmistakable tread of the beast before she saw it.

"Excellent," she said, her mouth quirking up in a crooked grin.

[member="Mark Sage"]
Dair Cotarinhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7569-dair-cotarin/
Morgana Forcebornhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6903-morgana-forceborn/

 

[H3xle]

[member="Edison Bulkhead"] [member="Mark Sage"] [member="Morgana Forceborn"]

Dair's eyes went wide as he saw the Rancor exit the forest and begin to feast on a nearby transport. He pulled Winter from his belt and pressed the activation button, bringing the hilt around into a defensive posture. Then he paused, looked at his lightsaber and pressed the activation stud again. Nothing happened. His eyes widened as he put the lightsaber back onto his belt.

"I certainly someone here knows that creature in a good way, my saber isn't working..." He spoke in his deep, melodic voice. Fear did not crack the voice, though strain could be heard. He hadn't felt the crash, and he'd been in it. He certainly needed to know what was going on, and a Rancor just made matters worse in his opinion.