Graveyard--Justice Shipping; ask for invite

[James Justice]

All was quiet on the Miss Fortune for the moment, save its rumbling rambling engines. They threatened to give out, but the old bulk freighter had outlived its may younger, more expensive, more advanced counterparts by dozens of years. Who even knew the last time it had taken a tune up? Too long.

James was reclining on his bunk in the captain's quarters. He looked with dull brown eyes at his datapad. What was he looking at? Girlish pictures? Booze? No, his family. Pictures of his two daughters, son, and Anara were all he had going for himself right now. The moment the spacer realized what kind of monster he was becoming he sent them away. It was better this way, he reminded himself. It was better that they didn't learn his darkness, that they latched onto someone else who would be better than him--an example they could follow. They had made it this far without him, they would make it again.

Onboard were his most trusted crew, and only them. His inner circle had become incredibly tight these days, and for the better. This mission, this cargo was of utmost importance. The hold was loaded with weapons, food, and building supplies. The most direly needed objects for Soceras. Rumor was that there had been a number of vessels beginning to disappear along the route there and James could only surmise what that meant--pirates of the most professional degree. He would handle them later, but for now, he had to bring relief to his people. He set the datapad aside and sighed, looking up at the durasteel bulkhead.

Suddenly the ship jolted in a mad lurch. Klaxons began to sound as the lights flashed red. The alert was the worst kind, they type that ever spacer feared the most--sudden, rapid hyperdrive failure. The spacer wasted no time as he lept from his bed to the bridge a few feet away. Auxilary sirens began to roar; power failure, reactor core melt down, lifesuport breech. The lights began to flicker as the gentle rock of Miss Fortune's engines turned into an earthquake like series of buckles and rumbles.

James bent over the controls, quickly slamming buttons and flipping switches their chances of staying alive were quickly dwindling to next to nothing. He powered up the auxillaries, there was still just enough juice in the whole ship for one last move--one that might save their lives--or doom them all to an eternity spinning head over heals through hyperspace.

"All crew brace for emergency hyperdrive shutdown," he shouted over the P.A.

His palm rammed against a blue blinking light and the Miss Fortune lurched into realspace. James was sent flying over the console. His head rammed against the view port, rendering him unconscious. As he fell back onto the ground, a planet came into view. It was massively huge, the pull of the Force upon it was undeniable and foreboding. But the crew had more important things to worry about. The engines had burned out and their heavy cargo carrier was still being carried toward it at a breakneck speed.

OOC:
OOC Thread here
Goal: 200 posts.
Order of events: land on world, survive the locals, claim it as ours; get off the planet.
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="Gavin XIII"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

[member="James Justice"]

Alicia never got her hands dirty. She had others to do that for her and she had worked hard to get into the position that she was in to pay, coerce, manipulate or plain out threaten someone into doing her bidding. The work that the Miss Fortune ventured upon was, for all pretense and purposes, for people to get into thick of things. To get dirty. Justice knew the way she operated. She was the talker. Helped to plan things. But never there for the execution of it all. The background player, who you could rely on to get something you needed, but never there to go and get it for you.

So, it made no sense for Alicia Drey to be on the Miss Fortune on this particular shipment to Soceras. Yet, here she was, playing Pazaak with an Ithorian crew mate that she had coerced into playing with her, despite being on duty. The fact that he was likely to get a swift punch from Justice, when he discovered that he was slacking, should have told him to get back to work But when you met a Human was beautiful and enticing as Alicia Drey, it was difficult to resist the opportunity.

Checking her hand, Alicia knew that she was on 17, with three cards. It was a bad hand. If she drew another card and went over 20, she knew she was bust. Yet, she couldn't say with a degree of certainty that the Ithorian in front of her had a weaker hand either. She read his facial features, studying him. He was confident, she noticed. Her eyes lowered to the pot between them. There was a stack of credits that amounted up to 23cr. She couldn't even consider it pocket change. Not these days. "I fold," Alicia announced, putting her cards down on the table.

"Tough luck, babe." Lowering his hand, the Ithorian revealed that he had 18. She had been correct to fold. As she was about to begin shuffling a new deck and distribute the cards, aiming to make sure that she got a better hand next game by controlling the deck, the voice of the Miss Fortune's captain rang over the PA. "All crew brace for emergency hyperdrive shutdown," shouted Justice. Frowning, Alicia put down the deck. Then the cabin around her became a blur of toppling crates, Ithorian and furniture as she was sent hurtling out of her seat.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Ahhhh the Miss fortune....aold beauty she knew and helped work on occasionally when [member="James Justice"] called upon....course that was rare and mostly she was hard jobs killing and getting stuff.. That was Sher job the muscle and the gun quick and clean

She was on the bridge... She looked at the stars flying by the view port and quite enjoyed them...they calmed her...especially with what she was feeling...imminent danger

And then it all started alarms started blairing as she turned and yelled out"what the hell's going on?"a crew member responded by telling her it was a rapid hyperdrive failure right as James came in"ohh great hurry hurry"she felt them suddeltn came out of hyperspace and she was thrown into the wall and stood as she ran to the pilot seat who was unconscious and moved homout of the way as she watched a planet approach.. The force...it was strong..she shook her head and started pulling up tightly "grrrrrr come on baby come oooon

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

It was good to be around her brother again, even if he was worse for the wear. She had seen him on his bad days and his good days, yet still [member="James Justice"] kept her around. Kay still felt horrible for her droid's untimely demise, though she couldn't tell him how it happened, no matter how hard he pressed her. For the moment he had given up on the subject. Maybe he thought that her Minister position was getting too much, she wasn't sure. But the fact that he had asked her to come along on a mission made her wonder if he was trying to keep tabs on her for a bit.

As the Miss Fortune moved through space, Kay slept in her quarters. When she wasn't sleeping, she was drinking her tea and reading mystery stories. And when she wasn't doing that, she was helping to cook in the kitchen and chatted with just a few people on board.

A sense of foreboding was growing, but Kay just pushed it aside, figuring it was just James' mood. Everyone else seemed to be okay.

When the alarms started to go off and the ship bumped and lurched, she was sleeping and it caused her to snap open her eyes. She was still stuck in dreamland and when James told them all to brace themselves, her instinct was to grip the mattress of the bed. That didn't really do much. She slid out of bed when the ship suddenly dropped it's speed and hit the floor. Kay got to her feet, grabbed her robe and slipped it on as she made her way to the cockpit. "What happened? Did we hit something? Where are we---" She held her breath as she saw the planet from the viewport. It was massive and they seemed to be in an almost free fall towards it....

[member="Stardust"] [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis had hidden himself in the Cargo Hold, a sneer of joy spread across his lips through his Gas Mask, James had hired him to torture people, and in return he would not torture Kay or anyone else he wanted, though the deal had been going sour, James had seemingly not been fulfilling his end of the deal and it was time for Confrontation.

He only had what he needed. His precious Slugthrowers, his Gas Mask to remove James' vile stench and his Pretty armor. If this went sour, it was a suicide mission, though the odds never phased him much anyway. His body sat in the back of one of the containers, a few tankards of booze down and he was running low. After a few more drinks he was wondering when he would confront the one and only, though decided he would finish the rest of the drink. These could be his last drinks after all.

As he pulled the last cup of booze to his lips he heard a noise, some sort of buzzing ringing throughout the Ship, as well as a shake, a grumble as something happened, though he shrugged it off as he tried to refocus on the booze, only for another hit of turbulence to throw him of his feet, the last drink splashing throughout the Box as the ship bounced up and down. He tried to reach it, taking his mask of to simply lick up the substance only to be hit in the face hard by a 2x4 plank of wood. His face bruised as he sat back, rubbing his skull as he become begrudgingly more annoyed. First James wastes his opportunity to capture Kay and now his booze.
[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Stardust"] [member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Gavin XIII]

Gavin had to admit that he was seriously uncomfortable. He'd met a few of the crew of the Miss Fortune before, gotten along with them for the twenty minutes to an hour that it took to fulfill his contract to thrash the living hell out of whatever needed the thrashing, licked his wounds, and went on home. This trip just sucked for multiple reasons - One, Lizzy wasn't there, and he needed his cuddly kitty. Two, he wasn't talking to any of these people, and he had no real desire to. Three, he was just bored.

He began to get a little less bored when the ship started lurching and alarms blared everywhere. Flying backwards into a bulkhead was great that way. A little less great because his spine had to realign and repair itself, but he definitely wasn't being strangled by boredom anymore. Not particularly interested in the crazy drunk sitting in the hold, he instead went in the other direction, towards the cabin with that weird woman he couldn't understand. At least her name was easy - Drey. The door was already open, so Gavin clambered in and started looking for a human-shaped pile of jumbled junk.

"Er... Miss Drey. Might help a little if you could shout or something... Frakking hyperdrive."

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Stardust"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

The Miss Fortune continued on her bent path towards the dark world, hurling at a deathly speed. Her engines, dead on exit shuttered and began to ignite with flame. Startdust's efforts lurched the ship past one of the many massive asteroids orbiting around the planet. A second, smaller one crashed into the underbelly. As the vessel lurched in agony, the hold was torn open, sending supplies and atmosphere hurling into the vacuum of space.

Nose downward, trailing fire, oxygen and cargo, the Miss Fortune began screaming towards the surface. Heat licked off the plating. Bits of metal flew off, super heated past their rating. Sirens and alarms blared; hull breach, internal fire, landing vector too steep, engines gone, thrusters depleted, brace for impact.

At last, what remained of the massive ship hit the forested surface with a pounding lurch. It skipped off the earth like a rock on a pond, spinning on the x-axis. Again it bounced, crushing several trees and diverting into a somersault. Landing top down, the Miss Fortune slid to a halt, its fizzed out engines crushing themselves on a mountain. The smell of smoke filled the cabins as the on-board fire grew hotter, devouring everything in its path.

Battered and groggy, James could feel himself coming to. His body ached and he was grossly disoriented. His first attempt to stand was unsuccessful, the spacer fell in a heap back onto the durasteel ground. Shards of glass around him cut along his forearms. He made a second attempt, even more feeble than the first, only to collapse once more. A stream of blood made a voyage from his lips to the floor as he sank once more into unconsciousness.

[member="Gavin XIII"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Gavin XIII"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Stardust"] | [member="James Justice"] |

Before Alicia could respond to Gavin, the Miss Fortune was torn open. Freezing air rushed into the ship suddenly, as the hold was exposed to the atmosphere of the alien world that was responsible for all their new found terror and pain. Alicia didn't know if she was screaming. She didn't know anything anymore. As the ship lurched, she found herself dragged through the hole in the ship. Out of the hole, everything continued to spin as Alicia Drey was sucked out of the Miss Fortune and down towards the planet surface. She caught a glimpse of the Miss Fortune as she descended through the air, surrounded by flame and smoke as it plummeted towards the planet surface. Then she blacked out.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Oh no. As the ship was being pounded and almost every system on it was failing, Kay quickly took a seat and buckled herself in. This was like her first trip to Bakura. And some icy world in the middle of nowhere. And...and...and....So many others. She was an expert by now when it came to surviving the crashing of ships. [member="James Justice"] was still knocked out by her feet, and she was really glad to have left her Gwaii Cat in the care of one of her friends, instead of being on this nightmare of a voyage.

Kay closed her eyes as she braced for the jolts and bangs from impact, only to find herself upside down. When the ship finally came to a halt, her nose was assaulted by the smell of burning electronics and debris. She watched as James tried to get up a couple of times, only to pass out again bleeding. There was glass and other debris everywhere. Getting out of her seat wasn't going to be easy, or painless. She wrapped her legs around the underside of the seat , then gripped it with one hand before unbuckling herself. Quickly she gripped the seat with her other hand and then released the hold with her legs. It worked out better in her head than in execution. Instead of being able to unfold herself and land on her feet, she landed onto her backside with a thud. She gave herself a moment to collect her senses, giving herself a better snapshot of the cockpit.

It was a mess. No doubt the entire ship was. And it was on fire. Kay did what she had to do. She grabbed James' arm and wrapped it over her shoulders. "Come on James. We have to get out of here now. Wake up!" He wasn't exactly a small man and while unconscious, his body was dead weight. His wounds would need tending to, but she had to get him out of here. For the moment, she saw no sign of where [member="Stardust"] was thrown to from the impact. A gaping hole in the hull allowed for a quick exit, so she half dragged/half carried James towards it. Why did she have to be in her pajamas at this moment and not fully dressed? And her satchel...it was still in her quarters! Maybe she'll have time to get back to it. That is, if the ship didn't explode first.

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust closed her eyes as she saw gray...was this how she's gonna die....in space with her friends and then her husband's miles away...was this..the end

No it wouldn't be...she refused to die in a silly away"opening her eyes as she felt the hold break and air rush passes she held into the co trols and buckled up as her was jostked up and down side to side before the shipping crashed spun and flipped as her face hit the console and busted it leaving her with a bloody nose and cuts


When it was all over she felt herself upside down and looked around feeling heat and smelling he smoke...ah vrao her stuff..and she noticed [member="Lady Kay"] when she walked away was missing a iconic item...the satchel "ahhh poodoo she unbuckled and hit the ground on her butt standing as she made her way to the quarters...thank God for her pryokinesis...she could get through some of it but the fire itself was to much out of control

She ran into her room and started grabbing what she could mostly armor her guns and sabers before she went to Kay's room...a fire blazed in there to which she reached out with the force and caused the fire to go down before running in looking around grabbing the satchel and ran out as she coughed and had some minor burns as she sat the stuff down" I got it"she coughed as she sat down

[member="James Justice"]
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

As his head fell back his eyes became engulfed in blackness for all but a second, before he felt it, something was pulling him back, the air itself was starting to grow thin before his eyes widened, one of two scenarios has happened. Either they have been attacked by Pirates, or James' has tossed Thraxis into the void of space.

Thraxis sneered for a second, before focusing on the more important task. He aligned his boots with the back of the Container, breathing in as much as he could before letting out a near silent roar, his boots beginning to flare as he felt a push, the container started to lurch forward, he kept the rocket going for what felt like hours but in truth was only a few minutes. His breathing started to became weak as he felt a burst of heat, he had entered the atmosphere.

After only another minute his boots died, the wood in the container began to ignite as the whole container burst into flames, its body a smoldering heap of flames as it propelled faster and faster down, the air that entered it was unbreathable as his body approached its limit, the heat and lack of air were getting close to killing him. His eyes started to fade as his body was tossed forward, the charcoal splashing against his armor as his body smashed into the wall, its heat steaming at his armor as his body bounced back with an almost reflex, crashing against the side that he had been burning only for him to come crashing out.

His lungs filled with air, sapping as much of the cold air as he can. His body rolling to the side in what looked to be a pile of shrapnel. He looked around, it seemed that James had lost either way. He didn't kill Thraxis, nor did he manage to beat the Pirates. Either way, a victory for Thraxis. As his hand rolled across his chest he felt almost naked, looking down he saw what was missing. His coat, and with that the alcohol too. He raised his hand to the sky, "Curse you..." he screamed, his voice a crumpled mess before his arm fell back. His body limp as he tried to move. Deciding on just laying still for a few moments to grip reality.
[member="Lady Kay"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Stardust"]
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Gavin XIII"]

 

[Gavin XIII]

Rolling, turning, diving, doin' it again.

Gavin's first thought was that the explosion had somehow, against all odds, found one of the very few ways to kill him. Flying through the air like this reminded him a lot of dying. But, no, he definitely wasn't dead or dying yet. Just on fire... or rather, his jacket was. With an annoyed look, he almost tore it off, leaving the rest of his clothes and the harness on which he carried his guns mostly intact. His face was very much not, though. It looked like somebody had come along and smashed a very large and very hot brand into his cheek. It wouldn't kill, and it would heal, but he couldn't open his jaw properly without causing himself some major pain.

His landing was neither graceful nor painless. It involved bones crunching, legs going numb, nerve damage, and all sorts of other lovely things that a hungry Gavin could not regenerate on an empty stomach. And he also couldn't get down out of the weird, twisted, tree he landed in. At least he still had his guns.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Stardust"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

The Miss Fortune began to roar louder with the fire as it quickly began to consume the decks. Bedding, consumables, wiring, anything that could be oxidized quickly found itself in flames. The heat was massive, soon the reactor core's fail saves would be overloaded, melting and releasing toxic radiation into the surrounding area.

James dangled from Kay's shoulder as he slowly began to become aware of himself, his body. The pain had overwhelmed his nervous system, sending him into a state of numb shock and weakness. The flames blurred his vision even more as the human fought desperately for his life and consciousness. Part of the man wanted to lay down and die, the other part clung to life itself for those he loved and cared about. Girding himself what what willpower he had left, James shuffled his legs to help bear his own weight and walk through the forest away from the explosion. He could feel the sting of glass in his left calf and right hamstring. A metal wire had rammed itself through his left forearm between his bones, coming out clean on the other side. His jaw was twisted to the side, broken. It was a wonder he was still alive--and what else had happened to him that wasn't visible on the surface. As he moved away with Kay's help, James' blurred eyes caught the world around them slightly. Forested. Colorful, almost as much as Felucia. Massive multi-colored trees of pink, yellow, green, red, and orange ran alongside them, contrasted by the shadows that such a rainforest creates. Some had glowing sacks in their trunks of liquid. Many were clearly massive fungi that had evolved to tree-like proportions. If the crash had not been so horrific, the sight would have been gloriously beautiful and breathtaking.

In the shadows of this rain forest a creature crept. Watching. Listening. Its circular mouth widened and constricted in anticipation, the many razor-sharp teeth in its maw softly clicking on themselves. It was hungry, and curious. It would find out what these creatures were--then eat them. Perhaps, it thought, the elders would even treat him better if he told them what was happening. With a blur of albino flurry, the creature slunk off. Its two soft feet making a mad dash away, rustling a few leaves. The game, indeed, had begun.

[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Gavin XIII"]
art: The mushroom Forest by Victor Iam

 

[Thraxis]

After a few moments, he dragged himself along, towards the smoldering crash his arms pulling himself along, half his body completely laxed. He tried to sniff the air, hoping he could smell any booze that remained on the ship, he hadn't any concern if anyone lived though if he had to guess. He would guess more then just he lived, if he could survive on a Shipping Crate through the atmosphere someone had to have lived. Which would be a good source of backup food.

A whiff... the faintest of scents had poured from the crashed ship as he pulled himself closer, watching as flickers of embers danced along the wreckage of the ship. His eyes widened, "Booze... the sweet... nectar of life..." he whispered as his eyes began to swell with joy. Something useful had survived the crash. He jumped to his feet, walking with open arms towards the ship.

Then it happened. An explosion, his face freezing with that same joy as his eye twitched, the smell of booze quickly evaporating from the world around him as he fell to his knees. Taking his gas mask of for a second he took in a deep breath. After a few seconds of inhaling his lips split open, his tongue flicking with venom as he screamed, "You Maniacs! It blew up! Ah, damn you! Curse you all to hell!" he screamed as his body fell to the ground, his arm pounding on the ground as he screamed, tears dissipating into the soil as flickers of heat danced nearby.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="James Justice"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Stardust"] | [member="Gavin XIII"] |

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My world is water now. I have been consumed by the waves of darkness, and my indomitable soul belongs to the Sith'ari. I shall sink into the bottomless pit of the void, deep beneath the surface of this alien world, and when I reach the bottom, I will look upon destiny. For I have been caught in this complicated puzzle for most of my life, freed from a lamentable existence and into the tapestry woven by His vision. I am sinking.

Darkness turned to light as hands claimed the fallen Dark Lord of the Sith and plucked her out of the murky depths of the forests, onto a ridge that sat in the center of the river. Silent and still, the strange Human that laid before the Sith was as alien to them as they would have been to her. "Kam kash zhol?" asked one, in it's native tongue.

"Nu isar nenx zenoti. Kad mes valia vykti zhol su mus," said another.

"Mes setup zudyti zhol!"

"Nie. Mes must vykti zhol kia tave wo." As the aliens conversed in their tongue, the decision was reached on what to do with the alien. Plucking Darth Ayra up, the two Sith carried her whilst navigating the stepping stones out of the river and back into the forest.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay was glad that [member="James Justice"] was coming to a little bit. At least he was being helpful to some degree. The explosion caused her to jump and duck, nearly making her drop James. At least they were far enough away, but still, their way of leaving was now smouldering in flames of twisted metal. She looked to [member="Stardust"] seated on the ground with her satchel. "Thank you. At least I'll have a change of clothes. I have a bit of food in there, some water and tea."

She helped James to sit down and then removed her robe before folding it into a pillow and setting it onto the ground, before laying him down. "You're lucky that I'm a healer, big brother. Just hang in there...."

She looked over her shoulder as she heard [member="Thraxis"] screaming. Kay wasn't entirely comfortable with having him on this mission, but James said that he'd be under control and that he had his uses.

Right now James was her main concern. "Star, I need you to help me with James. We have to carefully get the glass and wiring out of him and not let him bleed out. There's lots of bones for me to fix...among other things. This is going to take a while..."

They needed protection from the local wildlife and anything else that could harm them. With their medical supplies all blown up, they had to take care of things now before they were able to seek out a village or city.

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Darth Ayra"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust handed it to her and wiped her face off of blood and dirt as she looked at the wreckage.... Man...they survived that...that only meant plenty did not survive..


He is lucky to be alive I'd say we All are "she said as she walked over and kneeled down gently as she looked over james... He may of survived but now he was in rough shape

She heard [member="Thraxis"] scream and couldn't help but feel half sorry for the man..

She looked over at [member="Lady Kay"] and nodded " I can use my pryokinesis the seal the wounds for now that'll save him from bleeding out"she said as she started gently removing bits of glass

She looked around...a odd place....let's hope the locals were....friendly

[member="James Justice"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="James Justice"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Gavin XIII"] | [member="Stardust"] |

The Sesie were a tribe of a long lost sect of Kissai, who had lived on Graveyard for the past thousand years. In their tongue, evolved over the past dozen centuries from Sith'ise into their own unique language, came to call the world Visuom. Ancient tales had been passed down from generation to generation about the world that they had first originated. Korriban became something of a legend of the Sesie tribe, who longed for the day to finally return to the cold desert and leave this harsh place. But the means to their salvation had never come about, with no ship to take them away, and so here they had been left to rot.

In-breading, combined with the toxic environment of Visuom, had led to several defects. Gone was the ruby red of their skin, converted into a pale, green texture that served as camouflage in the forest. Their tendrils, synonymous with their Kissai ancestors, were shorter, almost non apparent. Given a few more centuries of evolution and they were likely to disappear completely. But the body structure of the Sesie had remained mostly the same as the originators to their tribe, with the stoic features of the Kissai evident in their facial features.

The old rituals and celebrations of the Kissai had also remained with their sons. It was then a source of jubilation that they had discovered the alien in the nearby polluted rivers. They would feast upon the bones of their bounty for the next three days, thanking the legendary Gods- the Sith'ari- for their gift to them, as reward for all their suffering. As Darth Ayra's unconcious body was carried into the tribal village, a bonfire was in a state of construction. Hours of praise and worship to the ancient Sith'ari would have to be followed, whilst their sacrifice and subsequent meal was prepared.

Delicate in their rites, the Sesi undressed Darth Ayra slowly, careful to save her robes, weaponry and other forms of technology. They were to be burned with the sacrifice, so as to be taken with them when they were confronted by the Sith'ari in death. Bringing forth cloths and water, the Sesi priestesses gather around the alien's naked body and begun to clean, wiping away the dirt and pollution of the forest from Darth Ayra's exposed flesh. A low chant begun in a murmur, gathering pace the longer as they cleansed their sacrifice before they were cast into the flames.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis pulled himself up, looking around as to what was left in the ship. A smoldering pile of licking flames and frozen ash. He took a few steps closer, his eyes looking through the ship for anything salvageable. Anything. Maybe some Crackers... or a bottle of soda water. Something anything to eat, he had been stuck in that box for who knows how long and had gotten a taste for the munchies.

As his eyes darted about he saw something, a chair, close to the flickering flames as it bounced closer around its prey. The seat. He quickly darted for it, ignoring the flames as they bounced along his armor, trying in vein to sneak through any cracks they could find. After a few minutes of being covered by flames, invisible to anyone who was next directly next to him he made it. The chair was still intact as he picked it up, its soft velvety cushioning would make for a fine bed indeed.

As he pulled it out he looked around, it seemed that fire had slowly descended upon him, spitting with heated words as it slowly got closer to him. He looked around, behind him their was a window. He took a chance darting towards it only to be halted as his body collided with the Glass Pane. It was reinforced of course. He paused for a second, his fingers running along his helmet as he though of a new plan. His eyes awoken with the splendor of a flopping Rancor, he charged again, this time with the chair ahead of him. Which was met with success as the glass shattered, his body falling limply down onto the ground.

As his body flailed limply he saw something in the foliage. A white shape darting through the forest, as if it was scouting him out. With a few moments of thoughts cohering him with ludicrous ideas he stopped, pulling himself up as he brushed the chair of any shards that may have planted into it. As he cleaned his chair out he decided to make his way back, walking around the ship past Kay and Stardust as he held aloft the Chair as if it was some sort of child. He threw into the Shipping Container his Chair, jumping down and closing the lid as he slide down, the container was on an angle though would that effect his sleep. Not in the slightest.
[member="Stardust"] [member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Lady Kay"]
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay nodded and let [member="Stardust"] remove all of the pieces of glass, as well as the wiring, while she herself placed her hands on either side of [member="James Justice"] 's jaw and closed her eyes. She focused on the Force and made it flow from her and into her brother. In her mind's eye she saw the damage to his jaw, so she used the Force to manipulate his cells and repair the broken bones, bruised and torn tissues.

But that wasn't all that needed repairing. Kay moved from one wound to the next, his nose, his ribs, his arms. She left the superficial wounds alone as she was using enough energy as it was.

A few hours later, she opened her eyes,briefly before releasing her hold on the Force and passing out beside him. A lot of energy was used but she had to do it, had to help heal him all at once for this was a dangerous place to be and they needed him.

At least now she got to sleep. It was fitting that she was still in her nightgown. Thank the Force that Star saved her satchel. Kay's thoughts drifted to nothingness while she slept.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Darth Ayra"]