FNRP #2 - Player Unknown (Open To All)

[Poe]

​The high velocity wind struck my eyes upon blooming, charging them to quickly take in my current disposition; and there was a joint understanding of every cell and every gene in my body that the probability of surviving the sudden stop was clearly lopsided odds. Passing through clouds, I noticed there were others plummeting along with me, but I also noticed hope floating down in a more reasonable rate of velocity. Scrambling across my chest with pawing hands, I searched for the cord that would, with any luck, release the parachute on my back; though luck and myself must have had an argument at some point considering my free fall scenario, with no recollection of how I ended up in this predicament. The moment the cord released my savior, the sudden change in velocity jerked my body unexpectedly upward, then settled into a nice, gentle descent.

​From both my vantage point and current elevation, I saw nothing but sprawling jungles in every direction. The collection of assorted colors reminded me of a few well constructed paintings back in some of the more famous art galleries I attended. I continued to stare at this magnificent display when reality brought to my attention that jungles have trees, and it was trees that I was careening toward with no clearing to land safely. I gritted my teeth, bracing for impact but as luck now would have it, I got tangled in a set of spiny green vines; each little thorn doing it's best to stick me like the intruder I was.

​I sat swinging back and forth, kicking my feet in unison with the sway contemplating how I was going to remove myself from this tree.

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

"Officer Takeo of the Coruscanti Police Department. I'm obviously out of my jurisdiction on this planet, and if it is Trandosha, then we definitely need to get off as soon as possible. Did anybody else receive one of these notes?"

Reaching into her back pocket and withdrawing the slip of paper that came with the survival crate. "Seems odd, whoever ejected us from the plan-.. space-... whatever we came from, wanted us to start a conflict with eachother. I hope none of us were planning on carrying it out though."

In her mind, she already knew that some of the group were probably more likely to turn than others. To avoid that, they either needed to become best friends real soon, or they needed to get off of this planet even sooner. Material goods drove everybody's goals, even if the offer seemed sketchy to begin with. This entire thing seemed like an elaborate ploy, taking what seemed to be dozens of survivors, placing them on a planet and giving them the means to survive? Sounded like a psychological experiment.

As to not cause conflict, and not divide the group, she spoke in response. "Well, if we are going to split up we should at least pair eachother up strategically. Whoever is the weakest should go with the strongest, if you understand me. I'm not saying that to insult anybody, it'll just increase our chance of surviving whatever hell we've just been put on"

[member="Shu'nat"] I [[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] I [member="Jim Pehico"] I [member="Nefertari Sovint"]

 

[Poe]

​Recalling that I had a small dagger inside one of my suit's inner pockets, I reached down, realizing that not only would there be no dagger; but I was no longer wearing one of my most expensive, artisan silk suits. What I was wearing I hopped to hell that none of my peers saw me! Releasing the buckle on the cross-over strap, I carefully slid my body down on to a thick branch, then from there Force leapt from branch to branch until I made contact with the land. It occurred to me that I wasn't in possession of my walking cane, not that I required it's assistance, as well. What happened to me, but more importantly where was I?

​As I started to walk, I began weaving an incantation calling forth the Ears of the Chiroptix​, a spell I learned from studying with a Nightsister Clan that not only heightened my sense of hearing; but allowed me to "see the sounds". It was important I knew of impending danger before it sprang it's nasty surprise on me. Due to my inherited heighten senses from being a hybrid of the Vahla and Sanguinius Vampirika ​species, the spell nearly tripled this effect. However, my greatest concern was to find shelter soon. Prolonged exposer to sun's ultraviolet radiation would be menacing to my exposed flesh.

​I doubled time my movement through the jungle, running at top notch speeds whilst looking for a cave or anything I can utilize for shelter. To my left, I spotted a brown and green mossed covered hut. Stepping inside, the state of the hut's inner appearance provided enough concrete evidence that it had been abandoned for quite some time. I settled in comfortably, waiting for nightfall where I could go exploring the area; and hopefully find something to eat.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Zaiden looked the direction gestured toward, via the man below and his plan... Nothing. No comms tower. Looking around a moment longer, Zaiden dropped the 30 feet to the ground then laughed, "You make plans for the group, yet seem as green as these trees. Saying we need to 'go here', but you have no idea where the comms are. Why ask if I had seen them, if you are already making plans? Either way. Would someone doing something like this too a group of individuals let us land within reach of an escape?

"What would the point of all of this be then? At that, they would just as likely drop us into a pod shooting at a five star resort." Zaiden said, then shrugged, hands raising to show he would not fight, "However I can readily say, despite the sheer illogical aspect of the plan, should everyone agree too it, I will not care. To be honest, when I was attempting to take on the Fringe, an entire faction, alone, that was how it was done. I work great by myself. But... Alone, as a group, whichever." Again he shrugged.

"Anyone believing that safety in numbers doesn't apply, feel free to leave. I can sustain myself in this jungle... I might not be the Master of the Force I once was, but even without its aid, I can fight like a devil." He gestured toward the North, "That is where I am headed. Toward the North, away from our drop where we might easily be tracked. Coming from an assassin, a Hunter, its the most logical choice."

[member="Shu'nat"] || [member="Jim Pehico"] || [member="Nefertari Sovint"] || [member="Hana Takeo"]

 

[Jim Pehico]

Jim knew the man was partially right, that would've been to easy. However thinking over what the man had just said, he took a sip of lum and laughed. Hard.

"Look buddy you claim to have taken on an entire faction, yet here you are captured by a group of Trandoshan Slavers, just like the rest of us. So please excuse my skepticism." Jim said sarcastically as he looked over to the man and shrugged.

"If we get out of here alive though, you gotta show me some tricks 'Master assassin'." Jim pointed at the man and smirked. He wasn't typically this aggressive but than again, he was drinking lum.

"Look mate, we're sentient creatures right? So we've got to assume that they know we would probably plan to go to the hardest place for them to track us. I mean they're hunting creatures that can actually plan, strategize." Jim said looking around at the group.

"I guarantee if we go north. We all die. They're probably waiting up north just waiting for us to walk by." Jim walked over to the man and put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Look, I'll admit we both have been looking at this wrong. But you know what they wouldn't expect? Us walking right in the open." Jim laughed.

"I mean think about it. This is an instance, where it's so crazy it might just actually work. I mean in their perspective, what idiot would do that? Sure they were waiting for us to land in the open, but now that they know that we know we're being hunted, We're 'obviously' not going to wander out into the open. But don't mind me, it's not like I've ever been hunted before." Jim sat down on a tree stump and sipped his lum.

[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
[member="Hana Takeo"]
[member="Shu'nat"]
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Apparently, get two guys together, and an argument isn't far off.
"If we start fighting with each other, we die sooner."
Nef went into seiza and started meditating, reaching out to sense locations where their hunters might be waiting to ambush the party.

"My master always said When in doubt, let the force be your guide."
Multiple feelings popped up
"No path is without our enemy. The trail north has Trandoshans concentrated near our location, and defending a building. That could be the comm facility we are searching for. The middle still has beings, though that could be hunters or others stranded here. Splitting and taking the roundabout way; the groups are smaller, but are more evenly spread. I leave it to all of you to decide which you would rather take."
A shuffle from the underbrush, and a blaster bolt zipped at them.
Nef called the hilt to her hand, the green blade came to life, deflecting the bolt at the shooter's hand.
As the assailant ran off, Nef grabbed his pistol
"Blaster, anyone?"

 

[FN-999]

FN-999 would certainly be killed, even in his stormtrooper armor. After stepping out of place at Skor, his officers felt that he needed something to... redeem him. So they decided to take him to this planet and drop him in. If he survived long enough or left the planet, he would be permitted to continue service and even get a promotion. If not, his corpse would remain on the planet. Now, plummeting in a freefall, he wondered if his officers truly hated him.

About a kilometer above the ground, which resembled a forest environment, FN-999 realized he had a parachute. That would certainly increase his odds of survival. Instinctively, he reached for the cord. Pulling it, he was suddenly jerked upward. He began a gentle descent downward, searching for a clearing to land in. He also started to notice that his blaster and riot baton were still with him. Having weapons would also help out his survival chances.

FN-999 managed to get lucky enough to descend to a small clearing in the middle of the dense, twisted forest. He also noticed that there was a small box in the northeast corner of that clearing. As he "gently" landed, he took off his cord and wandered over to the box. It was unlocked, but he was still careful about opening it. Inside was a note, saying that the last person surviving would receive 5 million credits. It could be a setup to prove his combat skills, but his officers had specifically told him that escaping the planet would give him a promotion, no matter what you would have to do. So he left the box and began to search for other survivors or even a local with a starship, just as long as they could help.

Eventually, FN-999 heard a group of people and halted. He was thinking of whether to go with them or shoot them all down. The first option would have better rewards, even though not as fun as the second. So he walked out of the underbush and into the clearing, his blaster in his hand but not raised. His riot baton sat diagonally on his back. "Hello. So you fell from the ship too?" he asked the group.

[member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Jim Pehico"] | [member="Shu'nat"] | [member="Hana Takeo"] | [member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

 

[Poe]

​Stepping out of my borrowed hut, I looked skyward toward the moon, taking in the bluish, hue halo around it whilst my vampirik eyes settled casually into the darkness of night. I am not only nocturnal by species, but I thoroughly have fallen deeply in love with the night; and the creatures that etch out a means of survival hunting under the veil of blackened skies. Adjusting my new set of threads, I moved deeper into the jungle in search of nourishment and a way to get off this rock; with high hopes of the latter coming sooner than the former.

​While I stalked unimpeded through the dense foliage, I detected movement around me. Having the special ability known as the Force, and the uncanny ability to have advanced senses; it was nearly impossible for anyone or anything to sneak up on me. Weaponless, minus my gifts, I waited impatiently for whomever or whatever stalking me to make that blessed fatal error; providing the success of one of my two current objectives. "Hello," ​came a female squeaky voice from behind a gnarled, hollowed out tree. "Hello back," ​I said in reply, seeing a young female girl emerge from behind her wooden shield. ​"Thank goodness I found someone! What happened?"

​Most of my species, even those of my Bloodline, have no qualms about feasting on anyone; but I prefer the sweet, juicy blood of the evil doers. This was a concept that I have repeatedly attempted to get my Bloodline, the Venjuta, to embrace; but old traditions are never easy to break. "I'm not entirely sure," I answered suppressing the hunger inside me. "What I do know is that we need to get off this planet." ​The young girl cocked her head in puzzlement. ​"Is there something bad here?"

​I struggled with telling her the truth. On one hand, it might be best she knew the truth of this place, making it easier for her to work with me to find a solution of escape. On the other hand, the truth might set her nerves on fire, and she might become more of a impediment rather than someone I could come to rely upon. With a small sigh I said, ​"This is Trandosha. A hunter's paradise." The girl just continued to stare, not piecing it together. "I believe we have been brought here to be hunted." ​The girl's fear hit me like a wave crashing hard upon a rocky cluster.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Zaiden stood diligent. He listened to the other man. Heard his words, listened to their meanings. Then, much as the time when Ashin was Severed back to acolyte, and yet held one of the strongest Force Shields in existence, Zaiden vanished from all detection much the same. This was a man whom at a time, was directly facing off with the Fringe, the Empire, and the Republic, all the while attempting to destroy the first. And could have succeeded.

He was the overall greatest Stealth Master ever to exist... Well as far as he was aware. He had been hunted, by Ember Rekali, an incredible tracker. He had been the one attempting to stop the Thronebreaker when he fought the Empire. He was not a Master anymore, he couldn't last as long as before, or do as much. But he was still incredibly gifted when it pertained to the Force, namely Undead spells and Force Cloak.

Ducking into the trees, hidden from sensor, eyes, sound, tracking basically, Zaiden raced in a beeline for the opposite of the one whom let off the blaster shot at his newfound companion. Slamming into the Trandoshan shoulder first, he drove the being into the ground - hard. Reaching forward he placed a hand on its head, concentrated then pulled back. The beast did not respond. Its brain stem was shattered.

He quickly rejoined the others, only removing his Cloak when within a good distance, "The hunt begins. North is where I go, not because it is the best bet. That was an easy explanation. In honesty, I believe she senses what I do, that there is a building nearby to the North. It is the best bet, for the count of bodies willing to defend it. We move as a unit, kill what comes ahead of us, or in her case incapacitate, and we might get out of here alive." Zaiden paused to look at Nef, "All of us."

[member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Jim Pehico"] [member="Shu'nat"] [member="Hana Takeo"]

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

Things were already not off to a fantastic start, and being shot at probably added to the sense of fear already overcoming Hana. A sigh escaped her lips before speaking. "Perhaps if we were a little more patient and took things a little more carefully we would severely lower our chances of dying, even though some of us work for oppressive regimes, that doesn't mean we have to lose our sense of reasoning." Looking in the direction of the Stormtrooper. Yes, there was no hiding it. She dislike the First Order to an extent, although if she had to work with them for survival, so be it.

"With that being said, shall we go? We'll only be losing daylight if we keep standing here like a bunch of cowards. Whoever is leading the way... well.. go." Nodding to Zaiden and withdrawing the blaster pistol that she had recovered from her box, holding them in the typical hunched neck position. "I'm assuming we all got rations from those boxes around the place. Shall we gather them and then divide them as we go?"

[member="Shu'nat"] I [[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] I [member="Jim Pehico"] I [member="Nefertari Sovint"] I [member="FN-999"]

 

[Matreya]

[member="Count Marlow Venjuta"]

Dark free fell much like the others recently doing so, but from what his Vampirikan eyes could capture around him during said decent, he was one of a last set it seemed. Down closer to the ground there were about a dozen, up closer to himself though were only a handful. While most struggled with their fear of the situation, Dark did not. Heights simply weren't something he was afraid of. In situations that involved a plummeting scenario, Dark remained level headed and survived as best he was able.

His ability to heal, also allowed a very healthy leeway when it pertained to the fall's damage.

Yanking the cord his hand brushed against when surveying what he possessed, Daring jerked too a slow drift rather than deadly descent. As he did so, a thought touched his mind, Whatever happened, hit us both. But they did not know I was not a simple belt. Vuldak, his sentient weapon, was around his hips in a loose garment made to keep his pants up, but also acting as protection from projectiles should someone aim low.

Before long Dark was hanging from a tree, while Vuldak changed his shape to a long sword with a curve to the blade. Snaking this weapon upward, he severed the cords between he and his chute. Dropping like a feline, Dark landed silent as death midst the foliage around himself. Instantly his hearing picked up on the nearby conversation between two individuals. Glancing skyward, Dark staggered a bit at the light from the sun.

His migraine instantly kicked in. Like his species traits dictated, he was severely weak to UV rays. Firstly, glares or rays from suns, caused massive migraines that would usually weaken his connection to the Force. Should his skin contact the sun, he quickly began to burn alive. Luckily, a friend had managed to make a Force imbued sunscreen specially for him and therefore his kind. It did not negate the weakness, simply made its effects take much, much, longer.

A sharp whistle escaped his lips, warning that he was approaching the two speaking. It was not a threat, simply he being cautious. If they were not aggressive then the warning would make sure they did not trip the trigger so to speak.

 

[Jim Pehico]

Jim took a sip of his flask, "Bloody hell, alright. Let us venture northward." Jim said compliantly.

At this point the people were siding with the man who can mysteriously vanish. He, like Nef, must also be a force user. Jim was surprised that that the Trandoshan's picked force users to hunt. After all they were hard catch let alone kill. Jim kept this in the back of his mind.

Jim looked over to Nef, "Yea, if you don't mind I'd prefer to keep a blaster in my hand." Jim said.

"I promise I won't shoot him," Jim smirked at the assassin, slightly hoping to get a reaction out of him. He wouldn't bother trying to shoot a force user anyway, some of them are powerful enough to stop blaster bolts in mid air. that would not exactly be a smart move on his part.

Jim looked over to the officer who suggested they moved on. "Hold up, one second first."

he looked at the Assassin. "Look, let's say this building isn't a comm's station? Then what?" Jim looked back at his flask "Also no hard feelings, mate. All in this together, right?" Jim put up his flask offering him a swig.

[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
[member="FN-999"]
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]
[member="Hana Takeo"]
[member="Shu'nat"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

[member="FN-999"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Hana Takeo"] [member="Shu'nat"] [member="Jim Pehico"]

"Its a good question. If it isn't a station, it still holds merit. It, likely anyways, is a powerful asset. Ask the girl. It has at least two dozen beings surrounding it. Their auras shine brightly, even from here." Zaiden glanced toward the distant glow his Miraluka genetics showed him, "What else would it be, if not beneficial to take? Why protect it?" When the man offered his flask, and respect, Zaiden held up a hand.

Instantly the flask would be removed from Jim's hand, sailing to his own where he took a deep swig, before offering it back the same fashion. Turning back around, Zaiden rolled his shoulders, "Keep your wits about you. Trust me, a hunter's group will pick off anyone not sticking in tight. Try keeping us near-" Zaiden flinched, not even able to perform the action fully, as he used his hand to guide the Force. It still held enough pressure though.

The movement had been signaled by the Force at large, where in he conjured the swiftest Force Shield he could. The shell that hit it pierced it, but moderately less than the lethal amount it had possessed.


"Move!" Zaiden took point, leading them through the jungle for a long sprint before holding up his left hand to signal a halt. Those that looked closely would see blood on the fingers. It would be understood soon enough, as he dropped low to speak to the people once more, his left hand went to his right shoulder where a crimson splotch could be seen. The shot was still in his shoulder. It was effectively useless for now.

He had fought through worse though.

"We need a blaster at the rear, one taking point with me, and you," Zaiden gestured to the one with the riot baton, "-stick close to the center. Your baton will come into play soon enough. Form up, move out, stay low."

 

[FN-999]

"We need a blaster at the rear, one taking point with me, and you," Zaiden gestured to the one with the riot baton, "-stick close to the center. Your baton will come into play soon enough. Form up, move out, stay low."

"Yes, sir." FN-999 replied, as he would to any commanding officer. He switched the blaster with the baton, putting the blaster in the spot the baton previously resided. Clicking it on, electricity started to flow through the baton. It was a feeling he had been used to for almost ten years. He raised the baton in an attack position and ran forward, but not far enough that he outpaced the group.

As FN-999 was running, he realized that one of the survivors, a woman in an officer's uniform, was from the Alliance. He had seen Alliance police officers in such uniforms before, but often took no notice. All that he had cared about was killing them. However, now it was some sort of awkward alliance. After all, they had worse matters on their hands right now.

[member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Hana Takeo"] | [member="Shu'nat"] | [member="Jim Pehico"] | [member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

 

[Shu'nat]

Shu'national quietly followed the group and kept and eye on the tiny, insignificant stormtrooper, he thought of how easy he could break him, take his clothes, tools and survive by himself, but deep down he knew that if he wanted to survive, a team would be his best shot.

"I believe, if we want to sssssurvive the nightsssss, the we should take turns staying watch. As for now, as long as there is daylight, we need to move quickly and fund more boxes and hope more of us can find powerful weapons."

He continued to walk, he drew his pistol silently and considered just ending the stormtroopers' life.
[Member="Nefertari Sovint"]
[member="Jim Pehico"]
[Member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
[Member="Hana Takeo"]
[Member="FN-999"]

 

[B'kik]

Something didn't feel right

The trandos died way gasha fast
Why would trandos opawi their prey kiluyak parachutes let alone kenza them
Whats with all the boxes with supplies in them
And finally it felt like all the trandos connected via what could only be described as force rope that was leading north east
Was it that the trandos were being force mind controled by a force user somewhere on this planet

 

[Tanya Thiran]

How wonderful. they left without me. Tanya Groaned in frustration, having lost the party she had found a little while before. She stumbled through the jungle, cutting her leg open on a spiky plant. almost immediately blood began to pour. Tanya ignored it, instead trudging forth, doing all she could to ignore the pain in her leg and chest, which by now was almost certainly a broken rib. She walked for hours. Blood loss and the stress of the day were beginning to take their toll, as Tanya's vision faded to black more than once. She couldn't go on for much longer. then she heard fighting. Tanya a group of survivors were charging a group of Trandoshians, despite one survivor being a trandoshian.

Even with her blood loss, she could still fight. Tanya activated her light saber and Charged, preparing to cut down Trandos the moment she met them.

[member="FN-999"]
@B'kik
[member="Shu'nat"]
[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
[member="Jim Pehico"]
[member="Darkul Elahad"]
[member="Hana Takeo"]
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

Another sigh escaped her lips as the men started drinking and the blaster fire came. Although she didn't see immediately, she raised the hold-out blaster and starting spewing shots back at the general direction, unsure of what or where the beam came from. "I'll cover us, you all seem very fixated on pursuing this man, and trooper, if you could stop staring at me I'm sure you could hit a few shots yourself." Winking towards him and grinning at her own remark.

Kneeling and crouching down near a tree, she kept her breath silent and awaited the rest of the group to make their advance, continuing to move with them as they walked. Survival on this place would be tough, especially with that trooper still in the game.

[member="Shu'nat"] I [[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] I [member="Jim Pehico"] I [member="Nefertari Sovint"] I [member="FN-999"]

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Nef took up a centre position alongside the stormtrooper after handing the blaster to Jim. If a riot baton would come in handy soon, the same could likely be said for her lightsaber.
This team-up would almost certainly not last. She could sense the tension between the trooper and two others at least. Would they be able to hold together until they reached the possible comm facility? If so, she hoped to get contact info at least from [member="Hana Takeo"]. Nef didn't know why, but she couldn't help but like her.

"I probably have no need to say this, but stay alert."

[member="Tanya Thiran"], [member="Shu'nat"], [member="FN-999"], [member="Zaiden James-Greyson"], [member="Jim Pehico"]​

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

Jade could taste the water droplets in the air as she fell. She focused on her surroundings, trying not to panic.

"Thump!" She landed hard on the ground and groaned.
"Really, OK, those lizards are nuts, my hunt myself?" She felt for her lightsaber, it was still attached to her, good, they weren't too stupid. Then again, anyone whom tried to take it would get shocked. However, she was wearing lighter clothing.

No matter, she had to find water and shelter. Using the force and her senses or touch, hearing, and taste, she slowly started to make her way through the brush.

(Don't mind me.. )