Arrival

[Luminous Sun Everlasting]

Arid and barren. Tatooine was a dust bowl, but it was the only defining coordinates they had left in their navigational systems. It had been four-thousand years since the exodus, and since the last communication from the galaxy. To the rest of the galactic community, they were dead, and long forgotten. An ancient Republic Valor-class cruiser slashed across the sky above Tatooine, an antique by modern standards. Many millennium without use had left Antecedent with few pilots of such magnificent deep-space craft, resulting in an accidental mid-atmospheric re-entry from hyperspace.

The Architect stood at the frontal bridge before the magnificent view that sprawled before him. His hands rested lazily by his side as he gazed from behind his faceplate, soaking in wonder, excitement and amazement. The first time his people had ventured from the Primeval System, and in no such worse a place. But it was a start, from here they could fill their navigational computers with data of other systems and planets. Perhaps, they could return to Coruscant. The five-hundred meter cruiser shot overhead Mos Eisley and towards the cracked earth that spanned countless miles. With a roar of the engines, they began to land.

[member="Jeff Solaris"]
[member="Krussk Doshkeet"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

"Ahem..." the white skinned Eldorai/Shi'Ido halfbreed cleared his throat as he was at a bar in Mos Esley, he heard the ship land, but figured it was an oversized speeder, seeing how some "idgits" tend to make their speeders sound almost like they are broken on purpose

 

[Edward Vyperion]

[member="Luminous Sun Everlasting"]
[member="Jeff Solaris"]
[member="Krussk Doshkeet"]

 

[Krussk Doshkeet]

Krussk wandered the streets of Mos Eisley, he wasn't sure how but life had brought him here but it had and he accepted his cards. Currently the Trandoshan was unemployed but he hoped to change that here, he had heard people are always hiring on this barren desert waste land. Although as he thought about it, it may have just been one giant lie to attract people to this dust bowl of a planet. To escape from the seemingly ever present sun Krussk made his way to one of the many bars that dotted Mos Eisley and sat himself at the end of the bar farthest from the entrance. As he ordered his drink he looked around, not many patrons were in this establishment at the moment, mostly just locals giving the large Trandoshan weird and threatening looks.

[member="Luminous Sun Everlasting"]
[member="Kaklyn Horde"]
[member="Jeff Solaris"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

"Hrmmm... kriffin' jackasses with their modified speeders..." The angered looking Eldorai/Shi'Ido hybrid mumbled as he tossed his drink in some guy's face... literally... then a fight between him and the other guy broke out.

Another patron sighed at the confrontation, almost as if it has happened a lot already

 

[Edward Vyperion]

Luminous Sun Everlasting
Jeff Solaris
Krussk Doshkeet

(Do I really have to keep doing this when I'm not used to it? x.x)

 

[Warren Century]

Several droids would approach the Architect having been programmed to keep an eye out for him. Each of the droids bore the distinct emblem of Suvian on their chest. All of them were EE Droids, and not Annihilators or any other variety of droids. Jeff was not going to risk the life of his guest by sending an annihilator to collect him. The droids entered the cantina where he was at. "Hello Architect. Our creator Mr.Solaris is waiting for you at Fort Suvian. We have been instructed to bring you there. Do you wish to come along?" The droids had been programmed to bring him, and later work on a newer model of the armor that he wore because he would need one most likely. The droids had also been unarmed.

 

[Edward Vyperion]

The man that fought the angry Shi'Ido hybrid was then thrown clean out of the cantina's door by the angered Shi'Ido

 

[Luminous Sun Everlasting]

The Architect was in fact, not in a cantina, in truth, he was far, far away from Mos Eisley. In the desert plains where the cracked earth expelled gusts of grimy dirt and dust. The ancient cruiser had just landed. When the shuttle began to transport the few political figures and their Sworn onto the surface of the planet, they had been greeted by an odd sight. A grouping of droids, far from the town. They had been quick to find the ship, and when The Architect emerged from the shuttle, they greeted him by name. To say the least, he was grossly curious, anxious and concerned that the first time in four thousand years they made contact with the galactic community, a pair of droids had addressed him by name. A name of which only his people would have known. This fact alone led him to be inclined to follow them. "I will come," The Architect answered. He admitted to himself quietly, "I am experiencing such a mixture of anticipation and dread." This was not the first time he had felt that way.

[member="Jeff Solaris"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

The Eldorai/Shi'Ido walked out of the cantina and out of Mos Esley, then ended up seeing the ship, amazed by the sheer size of it, he walks toward it

 

[Warren Century]

"Alright."

The droids led the Architect to a self driving speeder.

"Please get on this."

The droids had a plan of attack. They would take him to Fort Suvian where Jeff would talk to him.

 

[Luminous Sun Everlasting]

Speeders weren't an ancient and unknown vehicle to the Antecedent, but they were uncommon. The Architect took the advice of the droids, and from the glance towards Mos Eisley, he could see more spectators coming. Before he stepped into the vehicle, he motioned for two of the Architects Sworn to climb in; an elite bodyguard often designated to defend Central. The Architect sat in-between the two armoured figures.

[member="Jeff Solaris"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

The Shi'Ido/Eldorai hybrid walked up to the ship, still amazed

 

[Edward Vyperion]

[member="Jeff Solaris"]
[member="Luminous Sun Everlasting"]

 

[Warren Century]

When the Architect got on the speeder it immediately took off, slower than it should because of the weight of the armor worn by the sworn. It was a problem the droids would tell Jeff about as they each got on their own, and followed behind him.

 

[Warren Century]

When the Architect got on the speeder it immediately took off, slower than it should because of the weight of the armor worn by the sworn. It was a problem the droids would tell Jeff about as they each got on their own, and followed behind him.