Animal Planet [Jyn]

[Darth Athora]

Vendaxa.

A planet known for its lush, predator filled ecosystem. It was this planet where the vicious acklay thrive, breed, and hunt. If one would be unlucky enough to find themselves in this world, they had better have some serious protection. Or can run like a motherfether. Then again, trying to outrun an acklay would only lead to dying tired.

If the acklay aren't enough, the roaming Vanx packs were certainly fearful. Seeing one of these large predators, your chances of survival were slim.

Then there was the vicious roggwart. If this beast was terrifying and vicious enough to have the confederate general Grievous take one as a pet, they must be quite the specimen. One not to be reckoned with.

Cyrus was in the area to survey the planet in order to find prime specimen for his future project, the Panathan Coliseum. The vicious beasts of this planet were excellent candidates for the coliseum. Cyrus stood at the deck of his ship, his adjutant at his side.

"Are we prepared to descend?" Cyrus asked, resting his chin on his clenched fist.

"Just about, my lord. The blackbl--" the adjutant was cut off by an explosion of the engines of the Sadow-class star destroyer. It seems a terrorist or rebel as the low class would call them had found their way aboard the ship and caused the explosion.

This sent the ship crashing down to the surface of the planet in a fiery blaze. The evacuation procedures were initiated and everyone made their way to the hangars and began departing from the crashing ship. Cyrus, including his adjutant and personal guard, had boarded his personal ship and were able to take off just before the start destroyer had crashed into a large ocean on the planet.

Cyrus' forces were scattered across the planet and communication was faulty.

"It seems whoever managed to destroy the ship, also disabled our communication array, sir. " Cyrus' adjutant mentioned to Cyrus.

Cyrus groaned."Land the ship. Try to get a distress message to Panatha. I want to be off this planet by tomorrow."

Cyrus' ship slowly descended upon a open plain. The moons of Vendaxa were above. The night was young.

It was going to be a long, deadly night.

[member="Jyn Sol"]

 

[Lief]

Back up along the Corellian Trade Spine, right up to the edge of One Sith space, and then right back down the Corellian run. It felt to Jyn as though she were going backwards. For was this not the same route she had taken when leaving Teth - only in reverse? It was a strange coincidence considering she had no control over where the vessel she had boarded was going. Honestly, she didn't really know where she was headed. The brief stop over in Brokellia had left her heart in her throat - she couldn't bear the thought of being stuck amongst the Sith again... No, that would not have done. Instead she had remained onboard the transport ship and waited out the layover.

So it was that when they headed back away from One Sith territory the girl found herself feeling more relief than she had in a long time. Yet that relief did not last.

Realising that they had a passenger onboard who should not have been there, the crew had thrown Jyn onto the closest world without any care for what it was or how she might get off - or not, for the planet they had chosen was a deadly one at best. Left there, stranded on Vendaxa, Jyn had initially felt frustration unlike anything else. Why couldn't they have put her on a world that actually had a spaceport and some sort of civilisation? It was Teth all over again! Only this time she didn't have a bunker to hide within, nor a temple to explore. Instead there were deadly creatures to contend with.

Luckily for Jyn she could sense the creatures before they got too close: they may not have been sentient but they still had their own unique flurry of emotions. Mostly adrenalin, but she could sense it all the same. This made it easy to avoid them, of course, but she knew she could not survive this way for very long. After all, her supplies were already running low.

Roughly three days in, something lit up the sky and began tumbling down towards the planet. She could hear the pop as it dropped through the atmosphere, and the ground quaked as the hunk of metal struck the ground not too far from where Jyn was standing. Confused, the girl had set off in the direction of the ship, trudging through the undergrowth at as fast a pace as she could muster up. The ground was slick and sticky, however, laced with mud that would prove troublesome for even the lightest of beings.

She didn't get too close initially, instead she peered through the foliage at the wreck which was half submerged in the ocean which stretched ahead of the shore. It wasn't too far from the shoreline, either... Turning her gaze skyward, she could see several thin trails which left the main one, and instinctively presumed that much of the crew who had been onboard had been able to abandon the vessel prior to it .. landing. At least that meant she would be met with less dead bodies if she decided to try and look for supplies. Likely some would drift to shore.

Then again, it also meant that there were people out there, in the nearby jungle, that could be just as deadly and dangerous as the creatures already on world...

She knew she should leave, but something kept her rooted in space. She could sense distress and agony from the smoldering pile of metal that was beginning to sink under the powerful flow of the ocean waves. Had everyone gotten off in time? Something within Jyn told her that might not have been the case.

[member="Cyrus Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Athora]

Cyrus surveyed the surrounding area. It seemed to be nothing but thick jungles surrounding their landing zone. Cyrus was slowly growing frustrated. The current situation wasn't looking good. He was essentially trapped on some backwater planet. It wasn't looking good for the son of Kaine Zambrano.

"Did you get the beacon out?" he asked his adjutant, his voice clearly showing his angry mood.

"Yes, my lord. It's been sent out." she replied. "Lord Cyrus. We really should find shelter. Being on this planet at this point in time is not safe." she added.

Cyrus simply sighed and nodded. he lead the way through the jungles as his adjutant and his royal guards followed close behind him. The sounds of the beasts of the jungle were faint. Cyrus kept ever so vigilant as he traversed through the foliage in search of some place he'd be able to bunker down.

[member="Jyn Sol"]

 

[Lief]

[member="Cyrus Zambrano"]

Staring across at the water, and noting how the sun was ready to go down, Jyn did something stupid. She decided that supplies were a very necessary thing... And so was the potential for saving a life. Initially she simply trudged through the waves which lapped against the shore, then she began to tread water as the ground beneath her slipped away. While the girl was no strong swimmer, she had been practicing during her isolation on Teth.

Nearing the wreck, which had left the water even slicker than usual - if that was possible! - and heated up like the planes of Mustafar, Jyn caught her first glimpse of the slight massacre. The ship most definitely had lost one or two members of its crew, yet the thrashing she could see also pertained to at least one survivor. Helping to move pieces of the wreckage aside, Jyn finally spotted an individual who was badly burned and had some trauma marks upon his head. While his eyes seemed partially lifeless, she knew that she could get him to shore if she hurried.

Forgetting all about the supplies, she leaned him over a less-heated part of the wreckage and began to drag him to shore. At times her head dunked under the water, yet somehow she struggled on as fatigue grasped at her limbs. Her lungs felt heavy from the smoke which had spread across the water. When she finally struck land she dragged the man ashore and collapsed beside him, breathing heavily. Giving herself but a moment she then rolled over and sat back up, staring at the man.

"You need to stay awake" she told him, speaking somewhat louder than usual. She knew that most victims of head-trauma rarely knew what was being said to them, but the voice itself ought to keep him awake and focused in some small manner. Tearing a strip from his clothes - as her own were far too dirty in comparison - she began to clean off the wound - grateful for the saltwater at her back. It was not perfect, but she had nothing else. Hopefully some medical supplies would drift ashore, because otherwise she couldn't promise that the man would be alive come morning. All she could do was stay awake and try to keep him conscious until the signs of concussion passed.

Noticing that the man bore a commlink, Jyn did something risky, and something she doubted would actually work... She tried to open up a channel with the last-used reception, and sent out a few S.O.S messages, explaining the downed man's situation. It was a long shot... But maybe, just maybe, it would work.