The Cyan Blade
The unexpected turn of events that lead the team to the current situation made the young man caress his beard as he usually did. They had to retrieve the trunk as soon as possible, nevertheless, most of the Jedi focused on retrieving the crew members trapped in the other side of the rip.
Raising his eyebrown, the young man noticed a young meridian jumping and taking one of the men around on her shoulders, the prowness she had was definetely amazing, however; with the help of the Force it was fairly easy.
Vexander approached the rip and looked down, it seemed that he would have to get back to his roots. As a military officer trained in recon, he was tasked to climb up, rappel down and even parachutte from shuttles to get to his target. He did all of that without the help of the Force since he didn't even know that he was a Force Sensitive being.
Looking at his surroundings, the young man looked at the equipment the crew from the camp had and what they brought with them. They were actually quite ready and had everything he needed to attempt the retrival. Looking at the closets man that was not already in the shoulders of a Jedi, he proceeded to talk to him "I need a rope, a pickaxe and some harnesses... please"
With a nod, the young man went ahead and brought everything he needed within just a couple of minutes. With a smile on his face, the young man thank the crew member but didn't say anything at all, not because he wanted to be rude or anything... it was just the way he was... Moving forward with his plan, the young man took the pickaxe and buried one of it's part with all his strenght into one of the parts close to the rip, but in a safe place where he knew it wouldn't cause another problem at all. Moving it to all places making sure that it was well buried and that it wouldn't move, he proceeded to do a knot all around the pickaxe and secured it with a few harnesses to make sure that it would be stable. Finally, he placed one last harness and strapped it to his belt, while he improvised a knot that was bigger than the harness and that would prevent him from falling down if anything went wrong.
Looking at what he had, he pulled the rope several times testing the knot that would ensure his safety and pulled the other end that lead to the pickaxe to make sure that it wouldn't give in at the weight. Slowly, he began to get closer to the rip and leaned backwards slowly while he had his right had taking the rope, and the left in the other end of the rope in his back just like he would do with normal rappel gear... the left hand would work as a break in case anything went wrong.
"Here goes nothing" whispered to himself, while he started to decend once that he felt ready and eventually began to go down on his own to retrieve the trunk.
@Iella E`ron @Aronis Vilgar @[member="Rasu Gan"] @Lilia Dur'iar @Noriko Ike @Nico Minuro Ike @Olaf Freesa
Raising his eyebrown, the young man noticed a young meridian jumping and taking one of the men around on her shoulders, the prowness she had was definetely amazing, however; with the help of the Force it was fairly easy.
Vexander approached the rip and looked down, it seemed that he would have to get back to his roots. As a military officer trained in recon, he was tasked to climb up, rappel down and even parachutte from shuttles to get to his target. He did all of that without the help of the Force since he didn't even know that he was a Force Sensitive being.
Looking at his surroundings, the young man looked at the equipment the crew from the camp had and what they brought with them. They were actually quite ready and had everything he needed to attempt the retrival. Looking at the closets man that was not already in the shoulders of a Jedi, he proceeded to talk to him "I need a rope, a pickaxe and some harnesses... please"
With a nod, the young man went ahead and brought everything he needed within just a couple of minutes. With a smile on his face, the young man thank the crew member but didn't say anything at all, not because he wanted to be rude or anything... it was just the way he was... Moving forward with his plan, the young man took the pickaxe and buried one of it's part with all his strenght into one of the parts close to the rip, but in a safe place where he knew it wouldn't cause another problem at all. Moving it to all places making sure that it was well buried and that it wouldn't move, he proceeded to do a knot all around the pickaxe and secured it with a few harnesses to make sure that it would be stable. Finally, he placed one last harness and strapped it to his belt, while he improvised a knot that was bigger than the harness and that would prevent him from falling down if anything went wrong.
Looking at what he had, he pulled the rope several times testing the knot that would ensure his safety and pulled the other end that lead to the pickaxe to make sure that it wouldn't give in at the weight. Slowly, he began to get closer to the rip and leaned backwards slowly while he had his right had taking the rope, and the left in the other end of the rope in his back just like he would do with normal rappel gear... the left hand would work as a break in case anything went wrong.
"Here goes nothing" whispered to himself, while he started to decend once that he felt ready and eventually began to go down on his own to retrieve the trunk.
@Iella E`ron @Aronis Vilgar @[member="Rasu Gan"] @Lilia Dur'iar @Noriko Ike @Nico Minuro Ike @Olaf Freesa