[OSL] How To Save A Life

[Voices of The Deep]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDDfKqRWueU​

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"Bones become dust...Gold turns to rust."​

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

His skull twitched, his fingers tapping on the dash as his legs swung like pendulums as he tried to get a handle on where in the ever loving kark he was. His crystal blue gaze wandering over the navigation panel as his co-pilot rubbed his chin.

"Are we...?" The man asked dryly, making the blue eyed man sigh deeply as he leaned back in the pilots seat as stars zipped by in the funnel of hyperspace.

"Lost? No we ain't lost...we're in hyperspace...." He cut off coolly. Still trying to get a handle on just 'where' they were going to end up once coming out of hyperspace...

"...thats not what i was going to ask." The green eyed man corrected.

"Then what is it?" He asked back with a glare.

The co pilot took a hesitant grunt and shrugged a bit.

"Um...she can't...understand us right?" He asked, gesturing towards the dimly lit back. The blue eyed pilot shook his head.

"Na...i don't think her kind speak our language. Why?" He replied with a suspicious gaze.

"It's just...man, listen. Did you hear about that poodoo that when down on Nar Shaada? It was a god damn massacre. Three districts almost completely leveled...so my question is...are we safe? We are transporting a ticking time bomb in the back!" He asked hushly, making the blue eyed man snort with a grin as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Kind of question is dat? Course we're safe." He mused with a grin.

"Bullpoodoo how do you know? She has two freaking coffins back there with her!" He hissed quietly.

"Ey man watch it...don't talk about dat...dem coffins have her kids in them."

"...W-what? She killed he-"

"No, you damn idiot. Someone else killed her kids...and if ya know whats good for ya you'd show some respect for a mother who has lost something a mother should never lose."

With that, there was a long awkward silence. The green eyed man leaning back in his seat as well as he bit his lip nervously, clearly shocked at the news.

"Do ya...know what happened?" he green eyed man asked a bit calmer this time. The blue eyed man sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette.

"Barely...just what i was told...apparently her species were kind of killed off during some hostile takeover on their world...i'm talkin mass genocide ya feel me? Word is, after the massacre the survivors of her species were taken as 'trophies'. Slaves. Men were wold for labor and the women...well...look at er, you can imagine what she'd be sold for. Apparently they got some exotic traits that make em ultra rare and exotic. Like uhh...uhh." The man stuttered, trying to think as he pulled out a light to ignite his cigarette. "Damn what are they called? They got the weird tentacle things on their heads? Normally blue skin and green? Dem hutts always got em as dancers." The man went on, snapping his fingers repeatedly as he attempted to remember their names.

The green eyed co-pilot narrowed his eyes and shrugged.

"...Ya mean Twi'leks?" He answered, making the blue eyed man shake his head and slap his thigh.

"Thats the one! Ye, the Twi'lek. Apparently, girl in the back has the same trait that scientist are calling somethin...basically, it makes them highly attractive to nearly all races and species. Human, Hutt, Wookie, all those others species i can't be bothered to remember the names of." He muttered on, taking a hit of his cigarette before passing it to his buddy...the co pilot nodded and took it from him, taking a hit himself as the blue eyed man exhaled the smoke. "But ye, their women are like...universally attractive or some poodoo...and their voices. Apparently they had some drop dead beautiful voices like, like uh...like when ya momma sung ya lullabies as a kid. Just put ya in a trance like that." He mused with a snap of his fingers to emphasize. The green eyed man chuckled a laugh and handed the cigarette back.

"Alright so what of it? So what if they look good."

"What of it...? What of it! Man let me tell ya somethin. When you got money, and a lot of it. What do ya get? Hm?" He asked with a grin. The green eyed man shrugging and just throwing something out.

"I dunno...a nice place? Maybe take ya girl out for-"

"No you idiot. When yer making money like these cats you make it rain on dem hoes ya feel me? Ya buy girls. Especially if your a dude and even more so if your a perv. And when your ballin what do you buy?"

"Um...More girls?"

"Naaaa cuz...you buy the baddest girls. And thats just what happened to her species...and that redhead herself. Sold into the slave trade and their price? Boooooooooy...let just say you gotta be Mob Boss rich to get one of her. I'm tallkin a million credits for each badonka donk these ladies got. And the only ones who could afford them...are the richest of the rich...and who are the richest of the rich?"

"The hutts?"

"...Close...but more specifically. The Warlords...the Sith, the cats who got money to wipe their asses with. And what happened when Warlords, Sith, and ect get their hands on a creature like that eh?"

The green eyed man sat there for a second before his eyes went wide...the blue eyed man nodding with a sigh.

"Yep...some real karked up poodoo." He uttered, taking another hit of his cigarette before continuing the story. "Anyway...way i hear it, in the middle of a slave auction where she was being sold...she torched the place, escaped, and went looking for the rest of her people. And i respect her for that cause i would of been up outta there ya feel me?" He mused with a smirk. Adjusting himself in the seat and looking into the hyperspace tunnel as he exhaled. "But man...she went lookin all over for em...anyone who got in her way? Cut down. Like a dog with no leash she just lost it...luckily, some guys found her and managed to calm her down. Helping her find out where her people went. And they found em...but for her kids? Well...i guess she didn't find em soon enough. Some sicko sacrificed her two youngest sons...just babies man, real lil. When ol dude told me that is karked me up ya know? I'm a father myself and i'd be damned if somethin happened to my babies." He explained, looking back to his co-pilot as the green eyed mans expression turned somber.

"Did they...find the guy who did it? Who killed them?" He asked quietly.

"Dunno...i wasn't there. But i can tell ya this...if she did find em...i don't think he is with us anymore...but yeah, we are here to deliver the survivors to sanctuary. They are a species who is new to...well everything. So they don't talk like us or think like us. Only reason i know we are safe is cause we are helping her...thats the thing with their species. Don't start none won't be none." The blue eyed man put simply. His gaze going wide when they suddenly came out of Hyperspace. Faced with a planet they had never seen both the men stared in awe as they exchanged glances. Their carrier heading steadily toward the Monastery.

"Damn is that it?" The greed eyed man asked. The pilot taking the controls and shrugging.

"Only one way to find out...get us on comms, we're heading down." He mused, directing the ship down towards the planet as the green eyed man brought up communications on an open channel.

"Come in, this is The Eagle coming in for a delivery for a group called OSL, i repeat, OSL are you there?"

"Order of the Sacred Lotus...idiot."

"Now you lookie here i'm just sayin what the paper says. Geez, get off my jock." The green eyed man retaliated with a chuckle.

"We've got refugees in need of sanctuary. Recommend you get some place really warm set up...i here they hate the cold. We've got a few hundred of em and they've been through quite a lot, can anyone hear me?" The man explained, looking into the back where their...exclusive passenger remained. Quiet...unmoving...and unassuming.


This was where the fun began.

 

[Viviana]

The rain forest had been a unique place to get use to. Sitting in the middle of a clearing with his hammer by his side the Ursa being had his eyes closed, meditating. He was mediating on the Force, a new yet familiar subject. The Force and his peoples Spirits were one in the same, yet different. Instead of speaking to the spirits as he would, he simply listened to the echo's of the Force, his mind at ease.

It was difficult at first, to silence his mind. But it was no different than when he made the Icehammer, letting the spirits channel through his hands into his forge and tools. This was the same, yet different as the Force and Spirits to him were different. Something was coming however. The Force sent whispers of an event he couldn't see, but needed to be a part of. Slowly his eyes opened as a flash of fire rang through his thoughts.

Calder stood and hefted his hammer onto his shoulder, heading to where the Force was guiding. What ever it was that was about to happen, fire was a main factor.

And he didn't like fire.

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"]

 

[Bethany Kismet]

"Master Kismet?"

Bethany suppressed a sigh. She was having a hard time getting everyone to stick with just Beth, or Bethany. Unclipping her comm from her belt, she thumbed the button.

"Yes, Tyrel, go ahead."

"There's a refugee ship, requesting permission to land? I wasn't sure what you wanted me to do, it's all kind of new."

She smiled softly, shaking her head. Of course.

"Transport ship, right? Direct them to the landing field to the west of Sanctuary. Send them the proper coordinates so there are no mix ups. I'll bring a group along to meet them and help get everything unloaded. If there are any problems, please let me know."

"Roger."

Clipping the comm back to her belt, she paused to look over their progress. The white stone walls of Sanctuary rose into the air- more than one of the planned buildings had been finished by now, but there was still so much work left to do. She had been in contact with the people on their way down now- she only knew a little of their story. Monastery could only possibly be a waystop for these people- they needed a planet more suited to their physical needs. But at least, for now, the Sacred Lotus could offer them refuge.

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Elijah was sitting in silence, situated in a small meadow not too far away from the latest construction work that was happening. He had picked this location for two reasons, the first being that he was close enough if his men needed something from him. The other was because of all the racket in the distance; it was good practice to try and focus it out as he tried to meditate. It had been a few days since the initial lesson with [member="Bethany Kismet"] and the other Padawans. He had tried to meditate yesterday, opting for a much further location that was void of any disturbances. Yet he didn't feel at peace in the slightest, he needed something disruptive; something he could zone in on and disperse from senses.

Samuel was there too, standing off some feet away; awkwardly unsure of what he should be doing.

Well that wasn't entirely true. He did have Elijah's flask in hand, in order to keep it out of his reach. He was the one person Elijah knew wouldn't relent, no matter how much he complained about wanting a drink.

Otherwise Elijah would probably drink the majority of the alcohol they brought with them.

A few minutes passed before his eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Did you feel that?" He asked, forgetting Samuel didn't have a bit of Force sensitivity in him.

"What? I uh felt nothing?"

"It's the Force, there's a shift in its flow."

"Oh-kay...so what do you want to do about the shift?" Samuel just gave his boss an odd look, he could never understand what he meant with the Force stuff.

Elijah said nothing, instead he tried to focus on it again. It was a disturbance; unlike the chaos of Sanctuary's construction. It felt like a pulse in the distance, it stretched out and as soon as it had stuck him, Elijah could feel something pulling at him; calling to him.

"We need to get moving." He said, quickly standing up from the grass.

"To where exactly?"

Elijah paused as he looked around, then stopped as he turned to their western direction.

"This way." He simply said as he began walking, Samuel jogging up behind him.

"So, what do you think it is?"

"No idea, but I have a feeling I'll be needing my flask back."

And the pair were off, breaking off into a jog as they headed west, towards the incoming disturbance.

[member="Cinder Rose"] [member="Calder Icehammer"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

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"I'd Rather Watch My Kingdom Fall...I Want It All Or Not At All"​

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A nauseous feeling swelled in her heart. She knew, as one always did, what had happened. When something more precious to you than the very air in which you draw breath is taken...what do you do? That magical moment that stirred life within her. The time of feeling a heavy weight in her belly, all that time ago...she had given life to precious flames and now they were nothing more but ashes...in a matter of moments they were turned from an IS...to a WAS.

She cringed at the thought.

She hadn’t prepared for…This. She was always told that being a mother would come with responsibilities that not many were ready to take up, On the herbs their intelligent healers had been wise to save. But nothing would ease the feeling clutching her heart, something far worse than the loss of her little ones. Fear. Now that she had one final child still growing in its protected shell that she held dearly as if it were life support...she was more scared than ever. She was elated that it was here. But already she felt it…felt it again just as she had when her first born twins were still nestled within their eggs...Love. Swallowing her whole. She begun to imagine what her child would look like; if they would inherit their passing fathers traits. She loved this unborn child. And yet the thought still haunted her...what if they were to die? Just as her first borns had? Slain in cold blood in a world that was cold and unfamiliar to them...

A lump lodged itself in her throat. Perhaps this had been a mistake… No, no, no. What had she done? She couldn’t take it back. She shifted in the back of the shuttle, lifting the maroon colored egg and staring at it intently...nervously. Her long tail swaying softly behind her as she thought. It was done. For better or for worse… She had failed as a parent...but with this she had one last chance to spawn life. But there was only one question. Was she ready? She was far from home...and at any point in time the new and alien creatures around her could steal her child away just as they had reaped the souls of the others...She exhaled a soft breath of air. "Budʹ laska, budʹ laska, dayte moyiy dytyni zhyty." she prayed. Although to whom, she knew not. Only that she could not bear the loss of yet another child.


Her peace of mind was disturbed with the rumbles and shakes of the landing shuttle. Her fingers clutching tightly around her egg as she pulled it closely to her chest...her arms wrapped around the shell as her heart throbbed painfully. For a beast of chaos and strife, it did not bode well for a soul corrupted by the darkness. For that reason alone the dragoness had found herself still prepped like pistons. Waiting for the foolish souls who dared stray across her domain. And as the ship touched down the woman could see the two pilots stand from their seats and head back towards to side of the ship to open its doors. The other man slowly approaching the red haired maiden and whispering to her.

"We're here...c'mon, this people are going to help you." He mused calmly, extending his hand slowly as golden eyes narrowed tightly at the man.

"She don't understand a word your sayin man...best let these guys try to talk to her...anyway, c'mon, lets go get the rest of her people. They'd be more prone to listening to us than she is." The blue eyed man explained, heading off to go greet the other four ships full of refugees.

Meanwhile...Cinder remained where she was. In the back of the shuttle where she could remain close to her recently departed sons. She would not leave their side...not until she was finished grieving.

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[member="Calder Icehammer"] | [member="Elijah Henson"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]​

 

[Viviana]

It was at the ship that the bear finally stopped his jog. With his hammer on his shoulder he watched as the pilots stepped out. They avoided him, just as most would. A giant bear with a big hammer tended to disperse crowds. Calder assumed that they had assumed he was a guard, standing watch, and had left to find the Jedi. The threat of fire was still prevalent however, and it came from within the ship. So he stepped onto the ramp, listening.

Whatever threat was there, he was ready to deal with it and protect his new friends.

[member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Cinder Rose"] [member="Elijah Henson"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

If it were not for Goliath that was [member='Calder Icehammer'] Avin may not have seen the shuttle craft coming in.He took a few moments to grab his blaster and settle down his tools before making haste to catch up. He had made a swift pace after the bear and the group that had moved to congregate around the ship, though something felt off. It was the same gut feeling that had warned him of danger before. He always relied on it as his good instincts, they were yet to let him down as of yet and he didn't like what they were telling him now.

The pilots slid out past the bear and wandered around checking their landing. Avin waved them over. Although new here he assumed he could at least get them out of the way of the Jedi and after all Avin did speak the pilot lingo and knew their protocols.

"Welcome to Monastery. How can I help you gentlemen?"

Avin conversed with the two men on what they needed, mostly just fuel and resources. He eventually pointed out either the place and people they needed to go and see.

Avin moved off towards the shuttle as the pilots continued to the locations they required. Even with all the protocol something felt off as he stared over the shuttle. Calder stood alone in front of most in the breach of the cargo ramp. Avin wandered up towards Calder, not getting too close he didn't particularly like his chances against that nasty looking hammer.

[member='Cinder Rose'],[member='Elijah Henson'], [member='Bethany Kismet']

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Eventually Elijah and Samuel entered the clearing to see the five ships that had landed.

"Wow, those all have refugees on them?"

"It would seem so yes. But something seems off."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't recall there being any major events the Order were helping with that would require this many ships."

The pair pressed on towards the ships, Elijah's attention was immediately on Calder who stood rather imposingly before the ship's ramp. He gave a brief nod to Avin as he finally reached their position.

"Calder, what's wrong?" Elijah asked, stepping up beside the giant bear. The way he was holding his hammer worried Elijah.

As he waited for an answer though, he could feel the disturbance coming from within the bowels of the ship.

A thought occured to him, and Elijah quickly grabbed his comm. "Hey Kismet, were we expecting some refugees today? Me, Calder and Avin are here with the ships."

[member="Cinder Rose"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Avin Starfire"]