Dead World (Anyone can join)

[Miles Varden]

NE-4, part of the Companionesk Galaxy, a world only known by the number of dead. A world where a few scattered villages withered away with the corpses that wandered its wasteland.Miles was one his way there to investigate the planet. He flew on his Valkyrie, a light shuttle fit for up to 17. Having made the journey, with his crew and passengers, he made for landing in a clearing in the middle of a plain.

Miles had the crew maintain the ship in the field, he set out for the cargo hold, there were four Swoop Bikes, one cargo Speeder, and five Waypoint Markers. He stood before the ramp, it was unopened, and awaiting the order from Miles to exit and explore.


[member="Knight"] [member="Naast'ika Laaran"] [member="Riley Stryker"]

 

[Miles Varden]

Miles worked on strapping one beacon to each vehicle for the ship to monitor. He then ensured each vehicle was fueled and stocked with supplies. Each vehicle had one med kit and two day rations. The speeder had enough to feed four passengers. He then slipped a blaster pistol with two power cells in each swoop and four pistol, two cells each in the speeders storage.

Miles went over the door. As he was about to open the bay doors, a call came over the ship comms about life signs outside, slow and sporadic. All converging on the ship.

"I want two sentries on me. You will cover me from the ship."

Miles waited for their arrival, flicked off the safety and opened the hatch. Through his visor he scanned a pair of life forms that were in view. They showed life signs, but were moving all the same. Lumbering more like, and apparently decayed. Miles stepped down the ramp,"Keep back, and as soon as I'm out, close the ramp. If I'm not back in 3 hours, signal me, then after 10 minutes, leave. Unless I tell you otherwise."

Miles descended the ramp and the door closed. The lumbering beings changed course when he stepped down. At first they had appeared to be aiming for the ship, now that Miles was on the ground, he was their target. He leveled his rifle, and fired center mass. Nothing. He changed to the head, score. They dropped like a wet cloth. More turned to face him, some more decayed than others.

 

[Arianna Maneria]

Arianna had heard talk before of a dead planet thinking it was a legend "An entire planet with no life on it at all sounds like a fantastic place to hide." She tought so she asked the men talking about it where it was and they of course wanted a hefty fee for the information so she gave it to them. They told her it was somewhere very far from here and gave her the general location, she set off right away. Once she arrived she scanned the planet it did'nt look lifeless there was a group of people right there so she broke orbit and noticed a ship. Not wanting to be blatant just incase they were here on some sort of underhanded deal she landed about 2 km away from them told tee-pee to keep the engines hot and left in her speeder heading in the general direction of the other ship. She approached realizing it was a shuttle she want to it wondering if they had gotten lost just as a man was walking out of it.

[member="Miles Varden"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Arianna Maneria"] [member="Miles Varden"]

The dead planet. Not quite so dead after all. Wraith had been drawn to it's surface by an unknown force that had reached to him in his dreams goading him and teasing him. What exactly he hoped to find? He didn't know.

Thus far he had been slogging his way through the barren wastelands of the planet, following some kind of mad power emmanation. He was not quite as adept as he thought at following force signatures and it was beginning to become apparent to him that he had gone in several circles over the past days.

He had crashed his ship into the baldlands days ago, being blacked out by said power that called him here. Now the dark jedi cursed his luck. He had his survical rucksack packed with tent, clothes and other gear, but he was low on food and needed a way off this rock.

That's when the force alerted him to another presence. A pair of them in fact. He moved towards the first quickly coming upon a freshly landed ship. Two ghastly creatures lumbered out from the dusk and he growled, turning to face the first. With a strength born of the force and fed by his frustration he punched the creature square in the face.

It's skull collapsed under the force of his Crushgaunt and force powered punch. As it fell to the ground he whirled, robes flowing behind him and sent a kick into the torso of the other knocking it back several feet. Then he charged it smashing both fists down upon it, turning it to bloody mulch.....

 

[Arianna Maneria]

just as she was approaching the landed ship she sensed someone next to her ship, someone that had the force. She doubled back blasted open the throttle and made it there in less than a minute she arrived just in time to see a thing be turned to mulch. "Duck" she yelled As she pulled out her dissruptor pistol and shot the other one in the head just as it was standing back up. "Now who are you and why are you trying to steal my ship?"

[member="Wraith Draigar"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Arianna Maneria"]

Wraith looked the woman up and down and attempted to sense her through the force. He couldn't tell who she belonged to, the light or the dark?

Still she had helped in his battle against the things so she couldn't be all that bad. He flexed his crushgaunts their servos whined with electricity as they moved, reinforcing the notion that he was not to be trifled with. Dark energy began to overtake the light as she accused him and he felt a familair rage rising up.

"Lets start over. Who are you?"

 

[Arianna Maneria]

*Chuckling* "Ok A: I asked first, B: I'm not afraid of those things when i could just have may ship blast you C: My name is arianna. and you are?" she asked inquisitively?

[member="Wraith Draigar"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Arianna Maneria"]

"Wraith Draigar. And seeing as how your outside your ship I don’t think blasting is me is quite an option."

Then he looked over his shoulder to see the walking corpses in the distance.

"Plus if you do these things will swarm you. You have any water or food? I'm almost out been wandering for days."

 

[Arianna Maneria]

"Of course i do enough for 6 standard months actually so have at it. So how exactly did you end up trapped on this rock anyway?" she says as she opens the ship. once the door is open 100 repair droids come out and paint over the scratches on the ship. "Whoop watch your step please" she says. "So? what do you want to eat and drink? she says opening a cooled 10 ton cargo hold. "Also what are those things?" *plops down on speeder*

[member="Wraith Draigar"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Arianna Maneria"]

"Food water anything I'm hungry and thirsty my own rations have just about run out."

Wraith raised his hand and lifted the top off of one of the containers with the force, pulling to him the first thing that he saw. A loaf of old stale bread, but hey food was better than no food.

His stomach gargled as he scoffed down the bread and took a seat upon the containers cross legged. He let the pack slump from his back while keeping a wary eye on the woman.

"I'm not quite sure what they are. Some kind of plagued individuals. Normally I'd attempt to heal one or two to test my skills but the process is too far gone."

 

[Arianna Maneria]

She pours him a glass of bantha milk and has the droids cook him a bantha steak. "So where are you from wraith?" "and where do i need to take you after i'm done here?"

Taking the steak off of the stove.and handing it to him on a plate. "Also your coming up a little gray on the whole darkside lightside thing so what are you? should i be worried?"

[member="Wraith Draigar"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Arianna Maneria"]

"Ah so you are a force user!"

Wraith ingored her question for a minute while he finished the bread and drank the milk. The he turned back to her.

"I'm from Corellia originally. Got.....displaced and then I wandered so here I am. I dont need to go anywhere in particular."

Then he strecthed wide and long.

"I'm a healer and a warrior so I guess I am really gray in the force. I don’t believe in the Jedi nor the Sith. I just use the force as my aid and tool."

 

[Arianna Maneria]

"I'm not so much a force user per say i was kinda born that way" She says as she looks at the ground saddened. "it's not easy growing up with 2 sets of vision fighting each other ya know. It gave me problems throughout all of childhood. I never truly slept i still don't really normal vision while i'm awake unless i blindfold myself. and force vision while i'm asleep so i'm probably not even going to try to on this planet Maker knows what ill see." She says almost terrified. "Anyway since you're a healer you should probably come with me i'm going to go to the other ship i think they got lost or something."

[member="Wraith Draigar"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Arianna Maneria"]

Wraith stood up and shouldered his pack.

The air in this place was putrid and reeked like rotting flesh. It was a dark world with many Darkside energies, and he was not entirely sure he could heal here with all the interference to his internal balance.

"I can give it a shot. I'll follow you. When we get out of here maybe I can help you, but we need to be away from the darkside havens and distractions. This place has experienced too much death and anguish for me to keep my balance and be of any substantial effect."

 

[Arianna Maneria]

"Alright hop in and hang on it's a little fast." She says excitedly. She snaps on her helmet. "TP keep it at 40 kilos out but stay above my location at all times." She hands Wraith a pair of goggles. "you're going to need these" she says laughing. She pushes a button on the speeder moves the throttle up to max as the engine whines. she clicks it again and starts driving toward the location. The ship takes off into the atmosphere ready to be called down at a moments notice.

[member="Wraith Draigar"] [member="Miles Varden"]

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N E - 4​

OBJECTIVE: EXPLORE AND LEARN!​

AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
CARAVANSERAI - LOREENA MCKENNITT

This glancing life is like a morning star...

a setting sun or rolling waves at sea.



The hiss of hydraulics would make way to the lowering of the ramp. Ever so slowly, thick boots would start to walk down, revealing legs covered in exploration gear. Further still, would come a thick jacket, and then finally, the wind tossed blonde hair of one Chloe Blake.

A gentle breeze or lightning in a storm. A dancing dream upon eternity...​

Her eyes would squint at the morning light, a crooked smile at the corner of her face. She couldn't help but take a deep breath. Refreshing air filling her lungs. She was off a way from any of the towns, but that didn't mean she shouldn't take precautions. A glance would go to her datapad.

[ NE-4 - Largely uninhabited by intelligent species. Medieval towns (Human) mainly wiped out by Blackwing virus. ]​

Hmm, she had a couple of vials of the vaccine from the Dark Harvest hoopalu, so just in case, she inoculated herself against it. With the new strain as well as what had been found with the old Blackwing virus. Question was... how had the rest of the human population fared?


And what else would she find?

 

[RC 212]

[member="Arianna Maneria"] [member="Chloe Blake"]

Wraith held on for dear life as the speeder sped away into the darkness. He cast out with all his senses trying to find anything that could represent a threat. Then he felt it again, the dark energy that touched his soul. It felt oddly familiar like a Sith power almost.

"There's something here I've been searching for. A dark power. Combine your senses with mine, lets find it."

 

[Miles Varden]

Miles walked further out into the field. In the distance, a town could be seen. It's was barricaded all around. He increased the magnification of his visor and saw a sentry every ten feet on the parapet of the wall that was built around the town.

A few walking corpses started his way and were immedietly rained upon with primative arrows. Miles made his way closer to the wall. A pair of arrows landed in front of him. He halted his progress. A voice called out in from the wall.

"Hault, 'oo goes there?"

"My name is Miles, I am an explorer."

"Are ye bit?"

"No, not a scratch."

"What er ya doin 'ere?"

"As I said, I'm an explorer, I come from many planets away, I wish to know more about these walking corpses."

"Stay out there long enough and you'll learn quick. Why don't ye remove ye helm and show us yer face."

Miles slung his rifle and roved his helmet, revealing his matted hair and scruffy face. His blue eyes pierced through the light of dusk. A segment of the wall moved and a trio of armed men moved out to secure his position. They escorted him inside.

"You've come a long way to see the dead walk mister Miles."

"I was sent to hopefully make contact with you and the other survivors and maybe take this planet back from the dead."

"Why were you sent, and by whom?"

"Frankly, I volunteered. My home is a planet called Fondor, the ruling faction of the territory is called the Omega Protectorate. Formerly the Onega Pyre. We are an independent faction from a nearby galaxy. My crew and I have come to help."

"Hmm..."

[member="Wraith Draigar"] [member="Arianna Maneria"] [member="Chloe Blake"]

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N E - 4​

OBJECTIVE: EXPLORE AND LEARN!​

AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
CARAVANSERAI - LOREENA MCKENNITT

Chloe set the Aurora Hawk down along a treeline, a nice flat area where she could activate the hibridium cloak for it to stay hidden. Didn't want to upset the locals afterall!

She wore clothing that she could only hope would suit the environment. Muslin breeches clothing suited to have her blend into the crowd, nothing that would have her stick out like a sore thumb. This time however, she figured that dressing like a boy would suit her best. Wasn't the first time she'd done so. Back when she first discovered the map to Nok Drayen's loot, she spent the bulk of the time acting that of a servant boy.

Her thick golden hair was braided and then coiled at the top of her head, set with enough hair pins to make one flinch. A sturdy cap was placed over that, leaving all but some wayward strands needing to be tucked. Her chest was bound, and she wore good nerfskin boots for the trekking, along with a sturdy belt and just in case, the stun blaster tucked at the low of her back. A heavy jacket would hide the budge, making her appear like a young boy dressed in his fathers cloths.

A close inspection said she was missing something. Tapping her chin, she would muse a bit, before bending down upon the ground to grab some dirt. Enter some vigorous rubbing and dusting over herself, leaving a smear of grime over her right cheek.

PERFECT!

Now... time to go investigate a bit.

 

[Miles Varden]

Miles now sat in the office of the Captain of the Guard. An aged man, nearing his sixties by his grey hair and wrinkled skin. Dressed in the guards uniform, sat at his desk, scribbling on paper with a feather dipped in ink. Something Miles had never seen before.

The man grumbled to himself as he scribed whatever thoughts he had on the parchment. Looking up from time to time to inspect Miles' appearance. Two guards were stationed on either side of Miles while a nurse, or so he figured tried to check him over, through his armor. He laughed, showed her a datapad with all of his vitals and let her look over it in awe. His helmet chirped on the desk as it notified him of an IFF nearby. [member="Chloe Blake"] was on planet as it were, but Miles was unable to attend to it.