Felucia: A forest world for all { PM for invite }

[Kitani Corandel]

Kitani Corandel exits the Dantooine Jedi temple with only thoughts of getting away from it for a while. Her master,so far no where to be found, was purposely evaded in hopes of making this journey on her own. She makes her way to the hangar in order to find a ship. With zero piloting skills, she was in a rather small predicament. Looking around for someone to help her pilot one of the ships.

< How am I going to get to Felucia...>

As luck would have it, it would seem that there was was a cargo ship heading towards there. A couple of workers seem to packing things up. Kitani took the moment to blend in with the workers, and move the boxes inside. Once inside she would hide until lift off. The young padawan has yet to even create her light saber but yet she was heading for unknown planets. Atleast unknown to her. Her clothes where nothing too extravagant, but they were perfect for mobility and running. She got comfortable in the back as she meditated on a few things. Her last encounters with many force weilding individuals has let her to ponder a few things. The main thing being her connection to the force. She last remember forcing an animal to her will using the force alone, and then for some reason communicating with its feeling. She can vividly remember the fear and anger it felt before she attempted to calm it down. Unknown to her, small objects around her started to levitate, giving her presence away to any one who can sense her confusion and doubt. One could probably sense her at the hangar of Jedi temple or while flying by the cargo ship en route to felucia.

 

[Tanya Thiran]

Tanya took a breath. She glanced around, outside her ship, the Silver Hawk, a Jedi cargo ship had just dropped out of hyperspace, and had begun to turn, undoubtedly preparing to make another jump. But Tanya felt a presence inside, and decided to follow, using her force ability to follow the cargo ship, which acroding to her logs, and it's trajectory, was en route to Felucia.



[member="Kitani Corandel"]

 

[Kitani Corandel]

The cargo ship was on it's way to Felucia. Kitani sit's in the back in full meditative mode. Her mind racing a mile a minute as she actually thinks about going through with all of this. The small objects around the room continues to float around elusively around her. She was far too preoccupied to notice that the ship came to a halt. The sounds of the engine stalling broke her out of her trance, the floating objects slapped to the ground. It was nearly loud enough to cause the crew members on the ship to check it out. Thankfully Kitani's luck pulled through and she was able to slip out unnoticed... Or was she? She exits the hangar hits the road of Felucia in hopes making her way to famous jungles.

<Will they eat me alive? >

Her clothes grip on tightly to her body as her book bag swings up and down. The many Felucians on her way to wide open simply smiled and wave as she passed by them, but Kitani was rather indifferent. To be a Jedi did not mean to be rather sociable, but it was the way in which she handles herself with other life forms. With that the gist of her trip can be summed up. To go un-armed in the feisty jungle was rather suicide, but at this moment Kitani simply wanted something to prove. Before long the dirt road turned into untamed soft dirt and trees. It was not long before the sounds of the busy streets turned into a surreal silence. She continues walking until she reached a small creak. This could be a watering for most creatures and to her this was a key find. She sits down on her in a cross leg position. Her empathy skills were shoddy at best, but maybe if she had more training she could use it to her advantage. She attempted to tap into the force by closing her eyes. Feeling the vicious actions from predators was much easier than soft gentle nature of other timid creatures. Little did Kitani know something large and vicious roam deep in the jungles of Felucia. Who else would join her on her small excursion? It seems that a certain force sensitive gal managed to follow her.

[member="Tanya Thiran"]

 

[Teagan Stoirm]

Stranded. Stranded on Felucia. Teagan had known better than to take that job. He had been told by his clan members not to take that job. He was a combat engineer they said, not a mercenary. If he wanted to make some credits and begin to branch out he should just fix up ships and vehicles and droids. He should do salvage work. He should do what he knew best, what he had grown up doing. They had told him all of this. But no. The client had seemed to be in serious need of help and he just couldn't say no. Now here he was stranded on Felucia. He didn't own a ship of his own and had come with them. He showed up, pretended to be a real bodyguard, fixed up too many repair issues on their ship, and then they just left him standing there out in the jungles. No pay. No apologizes. No compassion. Teagan was just going to learn one day to stop helping everyone out. For now he needed to escape this place.

Teagan had limited supplies on him as he walked down a clear path. Or at least the path was clear for Felucia. He thankfully had worn his light armor for this job, but his back was already beginning to hurt from the extended time on his feet. It also wasn't helping he had brought his M5 with him instead of just his pistol. The extra weight of the rifle during his march towards what he hoped was a settlement soon wasn't making his condition any better. The only good thing was that his armor was at least protecting him from the hot, humid weather. He decided to take a seat on a decent sized rock along the way. He needed a rest. He set his rifle down against the rock and pulled off his helmet. He turned it over and examined the T shaped visor of it. It was Mandalorian. He was Mandalorian. That was what he had to keep telling himself. It had been months now since he decided to join clan Raxis and yet he was still not use to it. He still didn't completely get what it meant to be one. Maybe he should spend more time around ones outside of his clan. Most of them were no better than he was in understanding things. With their alor having gone missing and the clans having collapsed, they were having a hard time figuring things out. But this wasn't the time for that kind of thinking. He set the helmet down on the ground next to him looking down the path in the direction he was going.

Teagan reached down to one of the pouches on his legs and pulled out a water bottle. He twisted the cap off and pressed it to his lips. He felt the cool liquid slide down his throat. It was just what he needed along with sitting down. The only problem with the moment was that his bottle was already nearly empty as he pulled it away from his lips. The armor protected from the heat but he had still been active. He was going to need more water before long but he wasn't sure how safe it was to drink from the pools and streams. He had heard how dangerous that could be on other planets and nothing was safe about Felucia. This was Silvers territory so why didn't they have people wandering around with free bottles of water for the lost? That wasn't realistic but it did sound like the weird kind of thing you would hear about Jedi doing. There was another thing he didn't understand as much as being a Mandalorian, Jedi. He got the cap back onto his water bottle and put it back into its pouch. There was not much more he could do now other than slide down the rock so it was supporting his back now. It was hurting too much for him to move on at the moment. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long before he could move again.

[member="Kitani Corandel"] [member="Tanya Thiran"]

 

[Willa Isard]

The klaxons were going off, attention for all of them here and now. Ships had come on approach while the Ranger's and the jedi, the tribesmen came with them when all of them were working around. She was standing around here in the compound where all of them were going. The vahla stood prepared going from the command tower in the center while she was looking out upon the jungle and walls of layered defenses around them. The shield carrier was above them as it activated per protocol, other ships they had as the fleet was reporting in from the Will fo the force and silver jedi command here. They had even more set up though before she was speaking and letting the holographic display appear. "Commander Isard we have ships incoming and sensors in the jungles have been set off." She was looking at some parts of it now, where they were able to look and with the monitoring relays they had more information. The ranger's compound filled when she could see the flying fortress taking off around them and the layers going toward over the energy bridge leaving some of the scout snipers. "Send the message to the jedi at the temple and coordinate as planned. Shield carriers at the temple, here, landing zone and hanger. Prepare the carriers and soldiers for a grid search."

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Kitani Corandel"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]

The Dark Lord Velok's old research facility nestled deep in the jungle, behind a faltering sonic fence. A good ten or fifteen years back, after Velok's death, his lab assistant Rave Merrill had stripped the place down. She'd since died too - the circle of life - and left a comprehensive mess to her niece.

In her final years, Rave had at least partially turned away from the Dark Side of the Force. She'd worked to clean up the consequences of her sins and her research. Every once in a while, though, she'd missed something. Mara had no particular reason to think anything had been missed here, but due diligence was a thing.

The Scar of Ilum rested beside the overgrown bunker, and Mara was taking the time to rest in its shade with Kolatta, Eiarra Denirel, and some others from her crew. Felucia could be brutally hot, but fresh air was fresh air. A small pile of old, questionable salvage lay on a hover platform beside them. Mara sorted through it while sipping ice water.

She paused as her empathic senses picked up a sentient mind not too far away, and Kolatta stiffened a moment before Mara heard footsteps in the jungle. Someone, it seemed, had stumbled over them.

 

[Tanya Thiran]

Tanya began to walk into the jungle, with the Silver Hawk safely landed. She was following the forcesensitive who she had sensed in her ship. Now, in the jungle, it was becoming increasingly difficult to do that with hundreds, if not thousands of life forms moving around them, some of them felt force sensitive too, but tnha stayed on her path. Finally, Tanya found her. Her eyes were closed, and she sat by a stream, legs crossed.

"Hey, why are you out here, all alone? The jungle's dangerous you know."

 

[Tanya Thiran]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"][member="Willa Isard"][member="Teagan Stoirm"][member="Kitani Corandel"]

 

[Kitani Corandel]

The stillness of the jungle was far too peaceful for the Coruscant gal. Living below the surface exposed her to the many loud and obnoxious sights, but this was again something out of the ordinary. Kinda Ironic to believe that someone who has the ability to feel a certain connection to someone else's emotion would find peace and tranquility rather weird. However, Kitani is not too adept at using her skills all too willingly; It requires her a substantial amount of anger or even frustration for her to pick up. At that amount it would be rather obvious how the other individual is feeling unless they where trying to hide it with their own poker face. The silence of the jungle was interrupted the moment she heard another gal slowly come into view. She quickly opens her eyes to glare over at what she thought was a Jungle creature. She tilts her head as she glances from head to toe at Tanya.

<Was she following me? >

She was not too keen at discerning the inner thoughts of Tanya; So as any Jedi would do, she would only assume the best out of her. She lowers her head in a form a greeting. The Azure eyed female was not too big on formal greetings unless it was absolutely required of her for someone of higher status. She replies to her in a rather soft tone.

"I was counting on the beasts that roam this Jungle to show me...To show me something I may be missing. "

She was not too sure why she was so prone to give an explanation to a random stranger who may or may not been following her.

"My name is Kitani Corandel..."

Her last name trails off as she darts her head towards the right. She could not help but feel as if there was something or rather someone out there.

<What is this feeling of pain..>

She glances back at Tanya.

" Did you perhaps bring someone else along with you? "

Regardless of the answer, she would turn towards the direction of the Injured being that would not be too far. She would hope that her new acquaintance would follow.

"I might need some help...I don't know why, but I think someone out here is hurt. "

She says onto Tanya.

Little did Kitani knew it seems that a squadron of soldiers quickly converged on their location. Without her realizing it she had set of alarms in the jungle to give of her location. Who would have known that she had stepped foot on a charted location, or even a private area. Unless these trained soldiers gave off the obvious killing intent Kitani would be oblivious to any assault. But what were the chances of that, to anyone Kitani might seem to be lost. Assuming that Tanya followed her, she once again continues down the un-marked path following simply her flaring senses. The empathic individual deeper in the jungle would have no trouble picking up on Kitani's flared up senses. It was not long before her and Tanya reached a clearing with a hill and rocks. In the distance she could see the Mandalorian male resting with a rock as his support. Her force empathy allowed her to reach the injured male due to his internal plea. She walks over with only that in her mind.

"Hello there. "

She softly says to him

" Are you...are you hurt? "

Even if her force skill showed that he was hurting, Kitani was a bit skeptical. Maybe she was just reaching for whatever feeling that was out there.

[member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="The Arkanian"]​

[member="Jaig Vizsla"]​

​

"Czerka... working towards a brighter future for you."​

A standard assistant hologram echoed those words to every living soul passing by, but by week two it was hardly more than a background noise retreating itself into their subconscious.

ATHENA she was called and Vaine knew it was an acronym for something, but the Trandoshan didn't remember exactly what it stood for, but he wasn't surprised it wasn't really effective. Two weeks of drudging around in the wet muck of Felucia was enough to kill the loyalty of even the fiercest corporate employee.

Dalan Vaine was neither loyal nor fierce.

People often assumed that waste disposer meant that he had to muck out toilets and clean out sanitation, but the truth was a far different beast. He did dispose of waste, but it was a different kind of waste that the Blackscale Clan dealt in and Vaine was becoming one of the better workers in that regard.

Another day away from the little outpost Czerka had carved out in the jungle - small, four prefab buildings, a landing pad cleared out for a couple of shuttles and some equipment - and it wasn't getting any better out here.

Czerka had hired a couple of Mandalorians this time around. Vizsla or sum such. Apparently they knew their stuff, but all Vaine was worried about was that they seemed to love their guns a bit too much. Wouldn't be surprised if they started proposing on the spot or doing the nasty with them out here with no female mammals around. But the Trandoshans and the Mandalorians worked together this time around.

Escorting some mad scientist around the jungles while he was taking plant samples or whatever.

Scorekeeper take those insane humans back at HQ. Like this was going to bring them any profit.

 

[Nriatt]

(I know it is public, but may i please join? I like to ask before joining because my character isn't appropriate for all threads and i don't feel like i am the one that can decide wheter or not my character fits.

 

[Zef Halo]

Felucia.

A chithole but Czerka was paying good money to escort some scientist. The Vizsla had not read into details what the scientist was actually going to do other than taking a walk through the jungle. He did not care either.

Jaig and a few more Vizslas had arrived recently. A few of his clansmen were stationed at the Czerka headquarters as stationary security while Jaig and two more Vizslas accompanied a Trandoshan employee of Czerka and the mad scientist.

He remained silent unless spoken to.

[member="Dalan Vaine"] [member="The Arkanian"]​

 

[Teagan Stoirm]

Resting against a rock for an hour probably would have seemed like a boring time, but it didn't turn out that way for Teagan. He rather enjoyed nature, especially considering how little time he had spent out in it growing up. He grew up watching people watching around duracrete buildings. He grew up looking at broken or barely functional metal doodads while being covered in various types of synthetic fluids and oils. He was a salvage shop boy not a farm boy like his relatives. He might enjoy tinkering with ships, droids, and vehicles still, but he had had enough urban to satisfy him for a lifetime already. He enjoyed the quiet of nature and felt an odd connection to it.

It was for those reasons that the hour had past by Teagan so quickly because of a flock of felucian birds flying around him doing their thing. Animals always seemed calm around him. He didn't know why that was, but he certainly did enjoy getting to watch the creatures for an hour just live their lives. But this came to an end as something spooked them off. He could tell that much and so he reached down to pick up his helmet. He slide it on and attempted to get up. That attempt failed. His back was too sore still and he was forced back into a seated position against the rock. Great. He got to enjoy the birds but now some other creature was sure to eat him. He just had to be stranded on Felucia didn't he? He picked up his rifle and got it in a readied position. He wasn't a good shot but maybe he could hit whatever it was out there enough to leave him be.

The thing that scared away the birds wasn't a dangerous creature, only a girl. Thank the...Mandalorian gods.... He was right about there being Mandalorian gods wasn't he? Regardless, thank whatever higher power was out there that it was just a girl....Wait, a girl? Why was a girl here? She was completely out of place and asking him if he was okay. He was stuck to the rock and obviously not able to stand up so it wasn't odd she noticed. It was just odd she was even here. Did she get stranded too or was she some kind of weird local? Either way, Teagan wasn't alone anymore.

" I'm fine, just watching some birds." Teagan said as he lowered his rifle. " How are you?"

[member="Kitani Corandel"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

As it happened, Czerka also had ties to the corporation formerly known as Arctis Genetics, which sent a few representatives to obtain samples of local fauna. Bioprospecting. It sounded technical, when it reality most of it involved hacking through the jungle with a machete while pursued by angry wildlife or indigenous tribes.

Still, the pay was nice, which in the end was really all that mattered for Akron Altunen. One might think he would be comfortably cool inside his air conditioned GTU power armor. One would be wrong. Even the internal AC systems couldn't keep Felucia's oppressive humidity entirely at bay. Akron sweated buckets.

They were blazing a trail into a dense set of underbrush, trying to reach some sort of frog the scientist thought would be important. To reach the habitat about a million giant flowers and other flora lay in their path.

Akron swung his vibrosword in monotonous repetition, carving through the growth and making steady progress.

[member="Jaig Vizsla"] | [member="Dalan Vaine"]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Nearby: [member="Kitani Corandel"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]
Elsewhere: [member="Jaig Vizsla"] [member="The Arkanian"] [member="Dalan Vaine"] [member="Nriatt"] [member="Willa Isard"]

Something just plain didn’t add up. Around the time the small group came into sight through the trees, Mara figured out what it was. She felt emotional intensity from some of these people, and physical discomfort from one who looked Mandalorian, but nothing that suggested the Dark Side of the Force.

But Eiarra Denirel’s murmured updates through Mara’s lapel comm told a different story. Something had spooked the locals, probably the Silvers or Silver-associated, and the Scar of Ilum’s sensors were noting serious movement in the area. Maybe beyond it. The Scar itself might even come under scrutiny, and Mara didn’t want to be caught away from her ship.

If these people really were the reason the locals were fussing, maybe the matter could be investigated quickly. Mara slipped through the last trees and into full view of Kitani, Tanya, and Teagan.

“Hi there,” she said blandly. “I'm Mara Merrill. Any of you know why Silver Jedi soldiers are coming this way?”

 

[Arage Bao]

Elsewhere: [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Kitani Corandel"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Nriatt"]
Nearby: [member="Jaig Vizsla"] [member="The Arkanian"]

Contrary to populair belief it wasn't exciting to work for Czerka.

There were exceptions, of course, but more often than not it was just a boring drudge you had to wade yourself through. He didn't mind Felucia as much as his companions did, so that wasn't an issue for him. Not when he was born on Trandosha and lived there for quite a few years, before departing for brighter pastures. The oppressive heat and the humidity wasn't much of a problem.

"Issss you ssssssure we'ssss going the right directionsssss?" One of his brethren mumbled over to his companion.

This made Dalan roll his eyes slightly.

It was true that their teeth and tongue made it difficult for them to pronounce Basic in a credible fashion, but it seemed as if Brother Vashra was more concerned with theatrics than actually making himself understandable.

"The Arkanian knowz what he iz doing." Dalan responded after the silence continued on for a while. The exoskeleton and armor was impressive, but also a trouble in the thick forest. Though Arkania was a planet of ice and snow, so it was probably only natural that the white-eye needed some additional layers between him and all the heat around them.

"Czzerka would not hire him otherwize."

A few grunts of acknowledgment followed.

In the meantime Dalan cocked his head as he thought he had heard something... far... far in the distance, like the sound of a thousand boots stomping on the ground in unison.

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Kitani Corandel"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]

"Because unmarked ships landed on a military training ground." The vahla had booked it through the trees and coming out of the cloak as she stood there in the jet black armor. The cloaking device on her belt going wiht the other compartments there and her cloak she had gotten for the armor from one of the Fett clan. Her sniper rifle in her hands before she was moving and her ghost snipers came from behind her. Willa was looking at the others there around them. She kept the mask on as the sounds continued overhead. One of the fighters from the bases landing pad flying. "There is enough danger from the creatures on the world for our trainee's or the jedi who train with them before worrying about unknowns in the jungle." Willa could sense the force from a couple of them but only one seemed closer as she waited. "I am commander Isard."

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

"Suspiciously convenient and probably false. Next?"

 

[Zef Halo]

Elsewhere: [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Kitani Corandel"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Nriatt"]
Nearby: [member="Dalan Vaine"] [member="The Arkanian"]


The scientist cleaved their way through the jungle thicket while the rest promptly followed behind. A band of trandoshans, a weird botanist, a couple of Mandalorians. All representing Czerka interests on Felucia.

Not the best troupe one would want to find in the middle of a jungle.

Jaig's HUD flashed signs of noise activity fitting that of humanoid footsteps nearby. The other two Vizslas already reported the same readings through their internal comms.

"Movement ahead of us." The Mandalorian warrior blankly announced to the rest of the group. His hand tightened around the grip of his weapon.

 

[Arage Bao]

Nearby: [member="Jaig Vizsla"] [member="The Arkanian"]

By that admission the Trandoshan escorts dispersed.

It was almost as if they melted into the surroundings and simply disappeared out of view. The truth was different, of course - it was not simply the weather and temperature that was more than doable for these aliens, but also the flora and fauna. It was stranger than Trandosha. Some of the wildlife throwing them for loops and some of the flora being completely alien to them, but it was jungle... mighty... beautiful... jungle.

Well, for most of them anyway.

Dalan never much enjoyed the jungle and as such his natural instinct was never to camouflage and make himself useful.

Instead, while his brethren started to circle around the source of the sounds, the wily Trandoshan slowly and surely moved back through the crowd. Almost as if he was making soil samples, but in fact putting as much distance between him and the humanoids that would come up. With enough Mandalorians between him and them he would probably get out alive, if this turned into a fight.

Which it probably would, because there were no Czerka personnel so far out here, besides them obviously.

He did note a footprint off the side of the path they had made. Very heavy-set and if he recalled the tracking lessons correctly, it meant that this wasn't strictly speaking a human and more likely to be one of the heavier humanoid species in the Galaxy.

Could be anything... that had talons the size of an oversized thumb anyway.