Island Hopping (Percy Imura)

[Avo]

Island Hopping​

Carratos​

[member="Percy Imura"]​

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Carratos. A world that hadn't been touched by civilized government in dozens of decades, only subject to the law that it created personally. Pirates, criminal syndicates, and various other unsavory agencies made their homes here and instilled their own orders of fear, anger, and anguish. While that was all and well with those in power, innocent people attempted to live their lives in peace everywhere and Carratos was included in that statistic. Where men and women congregated, children soon followed and their lives would be forever changed by these cruel and hard men that walked the streets.

Following the mass disappearance of massive portions of sentient life across the galaxy, those brave few tried their best to keep order back in place. It had been several months since the plague of disappearance and much of the galaxy had remarkably righted itself through force of power or fear. The Galactic Republic utilized what remnants it possessed and stood fast beside the ethos of freedom and democracy. The Jedi Order stood as beacons of light and the Defense Force began liberating oppressed peoples wherever they ventured.

"General, is anyone else coming with us?"

Castiel shook his head. "It's just us, Jenkins. The Jackal is a tough girl and these pirate fleets won't be much - if they even put up a fight. Last I heard was that order was established, but cartels and smugglers are enforcing it."

The Duty Officer gave a slight nod. "What's the plan?" Green eyes searched for cobalt ones, "If there even is one."

The Jedi General merely grinned. Improvisation was something he adored and his legions of men had long since become accustomed to creating plans on the spot and fighting alongside their commanding officer. "No plan, Captain. I just wanna take a stroll and see what's up."

"Right. You're funny." The Captain scoffed, but accepted it nonetheless. "I'll have a shuttle prepped for you. Going incognito?"

"Mhmm."

And with that, Castiel Lennox of the Jedi Order promptly changed into something less conspicuous than bright silver armor and immediately departed groundside. Several landing options where available, but the central metropolitan area seemed like his best bet and quickly made his arrival in a small, downtrodden starport.

 

[Percy Imura]

[member="Castiel Lennox"]

She needed to get away for a while, and crowded streets felt numbly like home in a weird kind of way.

With her Sith robes covering her, her bow swung over one of her arms, Penelope Imura examined her lightsaber. It was beautifully built, it could work as both a single or double bladed lasersword. The double bladed function oddly reminded her of holding a bow, although lightsabers were nothing like her favorite weapons. It also has a spinning mechanism, it worked out swell for her as a Shien user. The redhead was growing stronger, and yet... she just couldn't get it.

The Sith had taught her a lot already, but their cruel tactics didn't fit her all too well. Penelope felt like she owed them for daring to nurture a weakling like herself though. Maybe they only saw her potential. She'd just found her family again, she personally craved power. She didn't want to lose her flesh and blood again. If the Sith wanted her for her abilities though, what did that make her? Their pawn? Their puppet?

Percy clenched her lasersword's hilt, shaking her head. She was an Imura. She was more than that.

She leaned against a wall, silently staying there as peace walked back and forth up the street, barely noticing her. Percy shuddered, she had to get back to the Sith Temple, but she felt compelled by her emotions to stay. The Sith gave her power, but nothing more. She wanted something like what her Imura brethren gave her - family. But their house was far off, and she wanted to return more than the wimp she was.

 

[Avo]

If one looked closely, they would realize that the galaxy was just one big melting pot full of little people. That's right, small people. Farmers, merchants, industrial workers, and all those bottom-tier people made up the very existence and life source of the galaxy. Without them, nothing progressed, nothing got done, and a government or a single man could never hold power.

It was the people themselves that had such a power.

"Commander Varlo," Castiel turned to the armored man next to him, "Mind waiting a bit for me when we land? I might take a look around."

"Can do, boss. Need any of us to come with?"

Castiel shook his head. "Just keep the larty grounded for a couple hours. Don't attract any attention - or invite any native girls over." Varlo grinned and clapped the Jedi on the back.

"No promises."

Immediately, the single gunship spewed from the belly of the great Republic warship - seeing as an opposing fleet was lacking - and quickly plummeted into the upper atmosphere before quickly hailing and securing a landing frequency with one of the smaller, more downtrodden starports. It was always good to give business to the small people.

[member="Percy Imura"]