Finding his way, returning from no where. (Closed) End Session

[Karasu]

The constant low hum of the Sprint class medical ship kept most of the chips, beeps, and chimes that the center console to where Krake Sabas sat, in the cockpit to appear not as deafening while he maned the yoke of the vessel. The Zabrak wasn’t at his best appearance wise, though nearly an entire year in space alone with little nutrients would have that affect on most species traveling through the galaxy. His gray cheek sunken in, heavy bags under his dull orange eyes. Hi weak thin hand pressing buttons and flicking switches on the center console as the Sprint class ship slowly made its way into orbit of the planet Maridun.

Setting coordinates for 249,253 on the planets heavily grassed but flat terrain with large trees. The ship was set to autopilot, which allowed Krake remove himself from the cockpit. There were little hostile residents that were documented to be living on Maridun, classified as being a planet mostly neutral, but if there were it was even more less to be worried about anyone bothering with a Medical Class ship that looked as beat up and broken as the one Krake flew in. Blaster scorched marks littered the outside hull, and several outset panels were missing near the top rear and front bottom of the Sprint Class Medical ship. Serious to say, it looked well out of commission.

Slowly the ship rotated to its better functioning hull, shields placed to its shuttering maximum setting of 48% while breaching the planets atmosphere. Krake moved slowly towards the ships single living quarters, passing a dismembered medical droid that was wired into the ships power cell, offering little extra power to maintain little life support that could sustain a single life form on the ship. The Zabrak straightened his dark gray robes, while they hung loosely on his shoulders, he offered another tight wrap of his leather belt around his waist.

He then grabbed two vibroblades which he tucked into the inner pockets of his leather belt that sheathed the blades, but did not hide the hilts. Krake then reached for a nearly empty shoulder bag placing it over his spiked head and across his gray tattooed chest.

Under the Sprint class medical ship, brew lights flashed a moment before thrusts of engine exhausts ignited to allow the ship to descend and make a half gracefully landing while the ships fuel systems were shuttering to keep optimal. Three pegged landing prods were revealed and the ship was on the ground. Exhaust clouded out everywhere from underneath the Sprint Class Medical ship, and finally a door from the side of the Rescue craft opened and the Zabrak stepped off out into the tall grass. Krake’s orange eyes peered left to right observing his surroundings, and finally he took in a deep breath of natural oxygen.

The sun was high in the sky, and the clouds were of many that would offer some shade from time to time, but the air was brisk and cold on Krake’s face. The door to the ship slowly closed as Krake walked away from the platform. His robes wavered about as he walked East towards the wind where a neighboring village could be seen in the distance. The structures within the village were as expected Krake to see, as he had visited this village once before; Lurman. Seed pod like engineering, tall nearly 4 and half meters tall, made of hard soil from the ground.

Before long, Krake stood short of entering the village of Lurman, tall grasses surrounding the village offering a sort of barrier and concealment. Residences of the village of Lurman paused as they watched the Zabrak approached and waited just as Krake had stood and waited, but before long he would be addressed.

 

[Karasu]

Krake stood alone in silence, his visual perspective panning from right to left, watching those who watched him off in the distance. It wasn’t long until a young Lurmen padded off and went into a far towering hut at the far end of the Village. Several continuing moments passed, and the Gray Zabrak waited, but eventually someone approached Krake, though he kept his distance.

The alien was about a mete high, brownish fur head to toe with yellow eyes. His attire told Krake that he was the chieftain of this village, though Krake could remember that from being there not to many years before.

“You are not welcome. We know you. This time we’ve prepared, and you will not like the outcome if you proceed to destroy our village.” The Lurmen chieftain warned, his small staff not touching the ground, but auspiciously hovering above a large rock.

Wind swiftly blew by, krakes robes following suit revealing the Zabrak’s sheathed short vibroblades tucked into his belt. Though the Lumen chieftain hardly showed any interest if at all he noticed the weapons.

“I…” Krake paused feeling how dry and horse his throat was, nearly not speaking for too long. “I am not here with them, as I was before. Still, I don’t want to kill anyone, only trade. I have coin.” Krake said but his tone still appeared to give off warning, while his gruff demeanor showed he had little patience to debate.

“No. Leave or suffer the consciences.” The Chieftain said, his chest puffing outward, but at this time showing some worry to his face.

Krake took a slow step forward but felt something in the force, anticipation, fear, concern, eagerness, and hesitance. It wasn’t from the Chieftain, in fact it from the two Lurmen snipers that placed themselves on either side of the village both nearly the same distance away and two stories up in the windows of the tall seedpod looking structures within the village behind the Chieftain.

‘clop’ was the sound of the staff hitting the stone before the chieftain and instantaneously as the staff hit the rock, two blasts followed from behind him by two NT-242 rifles, one shot a microsecond behind the other. Krake hardly had time to move, let alone to react ,but still the force was strong with Krake and he pulled at what he could from the force, and instead of halting the two yellow blasts, he simply pushed their trajectory slightly off and away from striking Krake.

Both yellow blasts struck the ground next to either side of the Zabrak, leaving two large black scorch marks on the dirt next to him. The Chieftain’s eyes widened and he paused to perhaps see what the Zabrak would do. The Lurmen knew his sniper’s couldn’t have missed on purpose, and if the stranger had caused them to miss, all was lost.

“As I said, I am here to trade. Do not fire on me again.” Krake threatened.

 

[Karasu]

A wave of nausea over took Krake ever so suddenly, where he stood just before the two blasts had been redirected by the force; his use of that power had been made dormant for nearly a year. His orange eyes rolled back in his head for a second and beads of sweat began to moisten his brow. His stance however did not waver, as the Chieftain remained standing in front of him, blocking his path into the Lurmen village.

It wouldn’t take much to move the Lurmen Chieftain though he appeared old and often needing aid to walked with his staff he stepped aside finally, the Chieftain regrettably allowed passage to the Zabrak, “Please be true to your word. If you are not with the group you accompanied with many seasons ago, then we will offer trade, but nothing else. You cannot lodge here.”

Krake grunted as he walked passed the Lurmen Chieftain, his body weak and fatigued by using very little of the force. “Like I said before, only here to trade.” The Zabrak reaffirmed.

The Chieftain waved away the two snipers where they were still posted in the windows, which Krake could see their hesitance as they tucked themselves away further inside the seed looking structures. Everyone reluctantly began to slowly bustle about, going about as if the stranger was never a problem, though if Krake ventured to close to anyone the Lurmens would pause then scurry along quicker than they had been.

The slow paced Zabrak found himself scanning what appeared to be a store front to the second building inside the village. On the wooden tables outside, he could see Portion Bread, Meiloorun fruit, Paddy dried Frog Snacks, and numerous other types of local Maridun meats and vegetables. Krake had known that the planet had mainly stayed neutral in the Galaxy and his Galactic standard coin would be of use here.

“I will take what ever this will get me. I don’t plan on staying here long.” Krake said, tossing a small pile of credits on the table in front of the young looking Lurmem that stood eyeing him.

“It’s not much, but sure, I will load a crate for you.” The Store keeper replied and began gathering up the credits, and placing them in his pockets. It was shortly after Krake left the village, a small hover crate trailing behind him as he walked the path surrounded by tall grasses back to his Sprint Class Rescue Ship. The side ship door opened, and Krake loaded the crate into the ship.

Several hours later, Krake awoke from sleep after his belly was full. It was nightfall and the insects on Maridun were chirping outside amongst the stars. The Zabrak felt his strength returning to him after finally eating and getting some rest. Running a quick diagnostic on the ship, Krake was disappointed to find that he was possible stranded on the planet, the fuel levels were low, and still the power cell nearly depleted. The medical droid that Krake has wired into the power cell days ago was completely powerless.

“Crink!” Krake exclaimed to himself and took in a large breath of air. He doubt that the Lurmen’s had ship fuel as that particular village was kept self sustained with what farming and hunting it had in the surrounding area’s. There was larger villages on the planet but nothing nearing a city, but Krake would need to travel on foot if he was going to get what he needed to get off the planet, but also with out any money in his pocket it would prove to be a problems.

Pondering his options, Krake decided that early in the morning, after a large breakfast and a good nights rest he would travel on foot to the next village that seemed much larger than the one he had landed near. Once there, he would either threaten or steal what he needed to get where he needed to go.

 

[Karasu]

Slowly Krake’s eyes opened to a small chime emitting from a data pad that laid next to a surgical tray by the bed the Zabrak had been asleep upon. Reaching over to shut the alarm off, he shifted his weight and wearily arose from his supine position, blankets falling to his waist, allowing the cold child air of the early morning on Maridun to touch his gray skin. It brought goose flesh immediately, which he quickly reached for his dark robes, and got ready. The sun hadn’t risen on Maridun, but as Krake peered out one of the cabin window’s he could see the orange glow of dawn creeping behind the village of Lurmen.

Dressed, he wondered over to where he had stored some of the food he had purchased yesterday with all of his credits, had his fill on what his shrunken stomach to handle and stored away some non-perishables; Dried paddy frog snacks. Placing his shoulder bag over his head and set partially behind him, he at this made sure the hilts to his vibroblades were concealed. Krake was ready, though he still felt a little waning to his force sickness due to yesterday in averting the two sniper energy blasts away from striking him. The Zabrak made a mental note to take it easy and would have to gradually get used to using the force again as it had been so long.

The ships side door had still been left ajar, covered by a light green medical sheet, since the ships power cells had been nearly been depleted. The medical droid Krake had ripped apart and hooked into the ships emergency life support systems was completely shutdown. Setting the sheet aside, Krake ventured out into the cold morning on Maridun, the tall green grasses brushing against the Zabrak’s legs.

Stretching outwards, and taking in a big long yawn in the cold morning air, he set on his travels due Southeast. Eventually the sun was on his back warming him casting a long shadow in the direction he was traveling. The terrain was easy to venture on, rolling hills at times, but often traveled dirt roads made it easier make his journey an easy one, hid body still recovering from lack of strength, food, water which had been recently nourished with. He felt his strength returning but it would take time to return to what he once was, so he wouldn’t push himself. Long distances he walked, but would take small breaks under very large tree’s that shaded the road he traveled.

Several hours of walking he checked his data pad having a map of where it told Krake where he should have been, a large village almost a city another hour away. The sun was still high in the sky, and though he had brought very little rations with him, he considered his situation, if wanting to approach the population in the day or night. Krake didn’t have a plan, as of yet, so he would continue on and let what happen, happen.

The last hour had stretched on, but finally Krake had reached the large village. From what Krake could tell, the village was adjoined with a Separatist outpost, to which affiliation he was uncertain of. For now, he would keep his face unseen and try to keep unnoticed. If a military was here he didn’t want to get involved.

Entering the outer edge of the village he remained cautious but was quickly caught in his tracks.

“HEY! You there!” came a voice.

 

[Karasu]

In an alarming voice, “HEY! YOU THERE!!” from a well dressed and outfitted solider, his expression showing somewhat surprise, and authority. “This is an Outpost to the Separatist state, you need to check in first before entering any further with in this Lurmen village, it is under our protection.”

The Zabrak slowly released his hands from the hilts of his Vibroblades which had been tucked easily under his robes. Krake appeared rather passive and stoic to the situation, not expression much emotion to the man hustling up to the gray skinned, dark tattoo and horned stranger. Closer the man came and he withdrew his data pad as though he would need to scan Krake’s credentials. The Zabrak stood still, only feet away form entering the Lurmen village.

“I am Finroh Levsell, the security personal to this outpost for C.I.S., I will need some form of identification.” Finroh Levsell explained.

Krake’s dull orange eyes shifted a moment, looking past the security guard that blocked his way. From telling to the man’s poster, he was alone, at least on this side of the village. The Zabrak could tell he was slightly tense, and how he grasped his S-5 blaster pistol at his side holster. Krake nearly did the same thing with the two hilts to his vibroblades but thought against it, as he noticed a bead of sweat rolling down the side of Finroh Levsell’s forehead.

“Yes, I have my I.D. card right here. Please allow me a moment to retrieve it in my satchel .” Krake replied calmly in an almost monotone sort of voice, his own voice still sounding alien to him. For longer than he wanted he, riled through several unimportant objects in his bag, water canteen, a few rations,data pad, stimpack and headlight. After several moments, Finroh took another step forward, closing the gap between them as though to offer assistance or restating that he needed any form of identification. Krake continued searching through his satchel, his head pointed down but watching as the security guard was an within arms reach.

With his free hand Krake placed it on his belt, griping the hilt of his vibroblade, on the side Finroh Levsell couldn’t see. The strike would be fast, swift, and unnoticed so it wouldn’t cause alarm, however, his time in the large Lurmen village would be shortened which would put more pressure on finding what he needed.

“Listen, I just need a picture I.D. with a name.” Finroh repeated, his voice sounding slightly apologetic and maybe a little annoyed. Krake’s grip tightened.

“You don’t need to see my identification.” Krake stated.

“I don’t need to see your identification.” Finroh Levsell repeated.

The gray tattooed Zabrak pulled a little at the force, pressing on the weak mind of the human next to him.

“Proceed on through.” Krake stated.

“Go ahead, proceed on through.” Finroh Levsell repeated as he waved the stranger into the village.

 

[Karasu]

The large Lurmen village had nearly the same decadence in it’s clean road ways, and street vendors with large large seed pod structures towering within the village. The outpost had been residence there for some time, though the two alien like inhabitant structures did not mesh well to any outsider traveling in, but everyone stationed or living there made do. Luckily the outpost had invited outside colonists throughout the galaxy, so Lurmen folk weren’t the only residence there dealing and trading, which would make it a little easier for Krake to not appear so suspicious.

The Zabrak’s robes were slightly tattered due from all the traveling on Maridun which he had done in the previous two days over deserts, rocky landscapes, dry summer thorny terrain, taring at all matters of clothing he wore, but not enough to warrant anyone to suspect he was a beggar or some unsavory sort. Most of his attire and what he carried remained concealed, with little effort he simply kept his arms crossed around his lower waist, his hands resting near his vibro blades if ever the occasion arisen.

Krake knew he was nearly a two and half days walk to where his stranded ship remained, power cells depleted, food supply null, and fuel levels empty. The Zabrak was at a loss, though he had some items he could trade, however it would never be enough to get him off of Maridun, nor keep him sustainable to keep living in space for the time he needed to get anywhere else in the galaxy. It would remain apparent that Krake Sabus would remain on a planet soule’ inhabited by Lumen. The stranded Zabrak was at a cross roads, either take what he couldn’t trade or afford, or work something out with the locals to get what he needed to obtain what he could use to get off the planet.

Two individuals were discussing the next big rounds of bets they could make in the cantina over a game of sabacc. “Me-sa telling you dis will work out ju-fine! These Lumens don’t even know-a what cheating is!” The off-worlder Gungan explained.

“They are ruining us on the count! It’s a larger gamble I’m willing to take mate!” the humanoid masked figure replied.

Krake gave a small rye smile and slowly approached the two in the alleyway.



Eight Months later……

The speeder bike hardly had enough gull to push Krake through the outpost village limits, putting along the outer skirts in nearly embarrassing speeds. The high pitch tone followed by a tumbling off set sounds trailed behind the speeder bike as the Zabrak leaned to take nearly fatal turns. Two of his known accomplice waved as Krake Sabus approached. The two suns that Maridun orbited around were high in the sky, calling it time to make his final choice which Krake was prepared to make as he hoped was his finally game of Sabacc.

 

[Karasu]

Krake shut the engine off to the speeder bike before it even came to a full and complete stop, these had found himself doing because if he stopped completely before shutting the speeder bike off, it would often release a loud bang sound, backfiring due to it’s poor condition, and being hardly maintained over the year, needing very much parts replaced. The bike silently came to a slow crawl and stopped down the outside walls over the outpost, the speeder bike abruptly descending to dirt level and nearly tipped over except Krake shifted his weight over so the bike leaned against the outpost wall instead.

The Zabrak haulted as he looked to his two companions, his hands reaching for his shoulder bag and cloak. “You are certain you guys have the time schedule list?” Krake said reluctantly, his doubts as to what his two sabacc playing partners had to say. “Of course! Came from our Captain directly last night.” Gil Horne explained, though his facial expressions were unknown due to his shiny reflective gray helmet that concealed them. “Orders at high noon, a new supply shipment this quarterly that the majority personal should be attending to. Storage bay 10 shouldn’t have anyone posted there.” Kestren Phive countered next to his partner. Bother looking to each other, then back at Krake. “But only the power cell, as bargained, nothing else!” Gil exclaimed shaking his black gloved index finger at Krake.

“You don’t need to worry, I don’t need anything else, let alone can carry much else.” Krake warned, his dull orange eyes narrowing into slits, his patience diminishing while the two made accusations as his ill intentions.

Sure enough, a supply ship entered the orbit on Maridun, the two oblong disks on either side of the cockpit to the Separatist Supply Ship would be indistinguishable to what was approaching the Outpost station along side the large Lurmen village. Krake turned his horned head to peer up at the landing ship, which he had to shield his eyes from both suns that were remaining high in the sky. The Zabrak waited a long moment as the ship soared over them, and began it’s landing sequences towards the most Southern end of the outpost. Krake turned towards his gray armored companions.

“It’s time. I need you guys to live up to your word, the bargain. Then your payment is in full, and you won’t see me again. Most likely.” Krake explained, as both of Gil Horne and Kestren Phive nodded in return.

 

[Karasu]

Gil Thorne waited a moment knowing full well how risky it was to be allowing what was about to transpire in the next couple of minutes. The two soldiers knew how much their jobs were on the line if ever Krake was caught and they link him back to them. “Fine, enter here.” Gil said as he pushed a panel in the wall of the outpost back and to the side. The section in the wall was hardly big enough for anyone to crawl into comfortably, but Krake would manage, he had to. The two gray armored soldiers stepped nervously aside for Krake to make his way, while the Zabrak checked that he had everything he needed to make such an attempt to infiltrate the outpost. Placing his well tattered dark robes on over his body, to conceal his two short vibro blades that were holstered at his belt on his either side near the back of his body.

Lifting his right leg into the crawl space between the two Sabacc companions he turn to look at the two of them, his dull orange eyes glancing acknowledgement for their help. Just as he did so, he was gone. The two soldiers quickly placed the cover panel back on the wall of the outpost and began casually walking away in separate directions. “You think he’ll make it out?” Kestren Phive asked, his helmet slightly turned towards where his counterpart was walking, “Not a chance.” Gil Thorne said smugly.

The crawl space was dark, and narrow, though the ceilings were about eight feet high which didn’t prove to be anymore easier to walk on through. Krake had to walk himself sideways in a sort of side shuffle, but not much longer he would take a right, then a left and he wouldn’t be in such a predicament. Doing so, he made the turns needed to be sure he was on the right path. Waiting at the mouth of an opening, he could see the where the access door was left removed so he could exit out into the opening to the supply storage bay. Currently he was concealed in darkness aside from the light that poured in directly where the access door was left ajar. Listening for any movement or sound in the large room in front of him for a long moment. After several minutes, he concluded that the storage bay was vacant and he could proceed.

Shifting out of the crawl space, he turned his spiked head in either direction of the supply bay and did in fact realize he was all alone. Taking in a short breath suddenly noticing he was holding his breathe to perhaps get more in tune to hear better. Looking around in the large room, he could see many supply crates scattered and stacked all over the place. Krake looked to what was labeled on the crates and once he started to see replacement parts instead of meal capsules he figured he was getting closer. Rubbing at his face, he bent down to what he considered could be what he was looking for, in some lower rectangular shaped cases on the floor. It was of course exactly what he was looking for, a glowing green hue illuminated to the place where Krake was squatting down at, the energy cells shown bright with electric pulse light. Eight months Krake had been collecting the necessary items needed to repair his ship, but lastly and the most time consuming thing he needed was for access to the power cells to finally get his ship to exit the planet.

Removing one of the long cylinders from the case, he carefully placed it in the shoulder bag he had taken with him, but it barely fit. Placing a short blanket he carried with him, wrapped several times around the power cell, to hide it’s continuous glow, he covered the flap over his shoulder bag. Standing tall, he turned around to take note where his exits were, but there was only one as in a short matter of time, there would be outpost personal entering this very room to take stock and store even more supplies from today’s shipment. His route was easy, he would simply go the way he came in, just like that. Krake made his way over to where the access door was still left ajar, but as Krake walked closer something became abundantly clear, he would now no longer fit in the crawl space with the power cell cylinder.

“Krong! I didn’t plan for this.” Krake retorted as he tried placing his shoulder bag in different directions to some how allow him to make his way back the way he had came. Frustrated and coming to terms to what he would need to do, he turned and began walking towards the main entrance. Krake didn’t reach for his vibro blades yet, but he knew he would have to very soon. Time was running out, and there would be some if not many making their way towards the supply storage bay very soon. Taking another long breath of air, Krake closed his eyes for a long moment and then opened them as he waved his hand over the access panel, causing the main door to slide open.

There was no one, so far. Slipping outside the storage room, he allowed the door to slide close behing him, but he was certainly on edge. Krake walked carefully down the well lit hall, and turned one corner, again no one. He wondered when his luck would soon run out, and so it did. “HEY! You’re not suppose to be in here!” came a radioed voice, a gray armored guard was standing post right near where Krake expected to be his final exit. With little choice and much gaining on his next decision, Krake placed both hands on the hilts of his vibro blades behind his back while he began running towards the exit, towards the armed personnel.

There one shot fired, then a second, where Krake simply altered his running path slightly off to the left, and then over again to the right. More shots were fired, but Krake was already there, his short purple bladed vibro blades wielded and swiftly being swiped a cross the guard’s helmet and chest. It had been nearly a year or more since Krake killed anyone, and he felt….he felt indifferent. Placing the vibro blades back on his belt, he checked the guard at the door, and was fortunate to find he was certainly head. Krake opened the door and pouring sunlight bled into the hallway, Krakes eyes blinded for a few seconds, then proceeded to walk outside the door behind him shifting closed. Krake knew where he was, but it wouldn’t take long for the outpost guards to start asking questions, so he made short head way back to the outer wall limits.

Exiting through another crawl space, Krake wandered further East, found his nearly crippled speeder bike, switched it on, and sped away to where his disabled ship remained. He was finally getting off this rock.

It hadn’t been long when the Zabrak replaced the power cells to his ship that launch preparations were a go. After eight whole long months, Krake had returned to space and would soon find where The Confederacy of Independent Systems would require of him. Did they think him dead, a traitor, or something worse? Time would tell.