Part II "Wear and Rust" [Forgotten Blades Campaign]

[Judas of Vahl]

Forgotten Blades​

Part II - "Wear and Rust"​

Part I​

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@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]​

Darkness. Darkness was all that he could see. He paced a few steps forward, attempting to gain his bearings in a shadow shrouded environment, succeeding as he didn't fall. A few more tentative steps confirmed his hypothesis as he kept his arms stretched out for balance and early warning of obstacles. Golden eyes remained pried open, praying for a single light to brighten his path to safety, a guidance towards the path he'd strayed from. Just one...just a single chance, a flickering hope that would come to his aid and save him from the pitch black that threatened to consume every inch of his being.

A single flicker arose in the distance of the darkness, emitting a corona of white as it grew closer. The light rays didn't grow bigger as it closed the distance, as if the light merely surrounded something. A figure. Dranok squinted as it grew nearer, his own feet pulling him forward without his commands, beads of fear-stricken sweat trickling down his face. "H-Help..m-me.." His voice croaked, his feet misplacing to to find something in the black. His knees gave out as he dropped to the ground, collapsing flat on his face and sliding off until he laid on his back.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the light growing closer and closer. They widened as it peaked, the figure peering down into his squinting face.

"Kära..."

His eyes snapped open at that instant, his breathing heavy and his head hurting like nothing he'd ever experienced. The man grunted, pushing his sore hands back to help support his sitting up. Everything hurt, his uniform was in tatters, and something sounded off in the distance. His eyes flicked that direction to spot his daughter laying on the ground. Tears welled up in his eyes as he wiped blood from his face with the back on his hand. With horrendous pain, he began to crawl over to her, placing his hands tenderly upon her frame. "Come on, baby...wake up.." His voice wavered, the pain not just on the outside.

"Wake up...p-please.."

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Enter Horak...​

The droid clambered up from the crushed desk terminal. Metallic digits gripped the sides of the terminal as a heavy form heaved himself up from the wreckage. He was hardly damaged from the crash, yet his internal circuiting was a little jumbled and his head "hurt". Moreover he was trying to process everything that had just happened and it was almost too much to handle.

His blaster rifle had already been lost in the confusion and his parameters were all jacked up from the sparks and flames peppering the outskirts of the wreckage. Yellow photoreceptors adjusted back and forth as they scanned the debris and destruction that had been caused by the crash. He spotted movement, zoomed in. Master! He sprung up from the destroyed console in delight and moved to greet his owner.

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@[member="Jared Ovmar"]​

The silhouette of a corpse flashed in Jaax's view. He jumped back, immediately crashing into a wall, shouting out in agony as he dropped to the floor. He swallowed, mustering his strength to attempt to stand up. To no avail, he failed. His legs kept giving out under his weight. Startled eyes shot down to his legs, recoiling in horror at the gory visage. One of his legs were gone, the right one, from the knee on down. Tears brimmed in his eyes before finally overflowing to stream down his cheeks.

"Feth..."
Blood slowly came from his leg, his teary eyes finally noticing the hastily-done emergency tourniquet applied above his shredded knee joint. He swallowed again, gathering his voice. "H-help! Help me!"

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@[member="Paega Anginous"]​

Reece was awake for the entire ordeal. The pain searing across his arm had died down somewhat, despite his arm still almost fully pinned by a slab of jagged durasteel. Thick coats of dried blood covered the edges of it, thin trickles of fresh life-giving liquid still flowed from his arm. The Lieutenant glanced down at the rest of himself, to his surprise, he was actually pretty okay. A few pieces of shrapnel were still stuck all across his legs and arms, but he was fine save for his wounded arm.

He reached down, his fingers curling around the tattered edges of his uniform shirt. The grease-smeared fingers ripped the cloth apart into a semi-thick strip. The young man gave a grunt as he shifted his weight to accommodate himself. The cloth was raised to the deep gash where he was still pinned to the floor. The corners of the cloth dabbed at the outer areas of the wound, a new sensation flowing through him as nerves registered the effort and sent shockwaves to his brain. "Ow...feth." He groaned, covering as much of the cut as he could and applied pressure.

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Enter Korai Veyga​

The tendrils upon his cheeks flared in anger as he grunted, hoisting his spear above his head. Massive plumes of smoke and fire rose in the distance, something had blasted apart there about an hour ago. Just now, the warriors were finally being dispatched to proceed and investigate the mysterious happening. Many of the elders had reflected upon the prophecy, the one mentioning the return of their Dark Lord to lead them into a golden age and save them.

Whilst merely being a warrior, Korai didn't understand very much about what the Kissai spoke of prophecies and religion. Most of it was jumbled mess of a strange thing called the "Force", a presence that each and every of his kind wielded but only a few had control and mastery over. Many a night, he'd stayed up late dreaming of what would happen should be come to control this awesome power within him. He smiled, a sharp-toothed grin.

Time to start the hunt.

OOC: Sorry for such a smaller post, but this is what you would expect when a ship crashes: everyone needs help. As for NPCs, everyone is dead except for Reece, Jaax, and Horak. Keep in mind that Massassi warriors are also closing in on our position and you can mention them. But otherwise, welcome to Part II! Wear and Rust define the Sith race as they've been kept in the feudal kingdom stages and haven't advanced at all.

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared moved through the corpse of the once mighty ship, for the crash had reduced its glory to ashes and ashes only. Dread and despair filled the Knight's heart, for he could feel the suffering of the dying and suffering all around him. And through their suffering he came to know them, a lonely widower who would leave two of his children behind. A proud woman in the prime of her life, reduced to nothing by a pole stabbed right through her stomach. It was almost too much and it killed him inside, but there was no protection from this. For his Master had warned him; to shut off his emotions now would risk a life without them for ever. And so he moved on, trying to ignore the pit where is heart should reside.

It was then, when he almost lost hope and gave in to the insanity all around him that he saw. The Engineer he came to rescue, as long as he could save one? He could forgive his further inability to do anything. Stepping closer he saw that Jaax had lost part of his leg and clung closely to the lump that ended in gore and pain. Jared could feel Jaax's anguish at his loss and resolved himself to help in any way he could.

Grabbing hold of the Force, he lashed out all around him. Sapping the dying of their life force, extinguishing their flame with such an ease he become scared and sick of himself. Nevertheless he continued with his work, for they were beyond saving and the man in front of him was not.

The Power was almost too much to hold, it felt like he would explode into bits and pieces and as such he stopped his drawing and instead started to push all his energy into the engineer's leg. He could almost see the work he was doing, how the ripped open veins were closing themselves. How the open wound turned into a freshly healed scar, still pink where new flesh wove itself together to cover everything up. It seemed like ages had past and Jared was exhausted, even with all the energy he had siphoned off the dying he still felt like he aged forty years.

Gathering the remnants of his power he grabbed hold of the man and put him over his shoulder. For the Engineer had fallen into a deep slumber, while his body finished the repairs that were necessary for his survival.

Jared on the other hand was still very much awake and realized the trouble they were in, it was then that he decided to move back to the bridge. For there might be some assistance he could provide to Admiral Lussk and the rest of his companions.

@[member="Dranok Lussk"] @[member="[/COLOR][FONT=georgia][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/2279-paega-anginous/"]Paega Anginous[/URL]"] [/FONT]@[member="[/FONT][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/1345-k%C3%A4ra-vidreya/"]Kära Vi'dreya[/URL]"]​

 

[Paige Argous]

@Dranok Lussk @[member="Jared Ovmar"] @Kära Vi'dreya

"What the feth..." came a voice from underneath a pile of rubbles in what had previously been the bridge of the ship. Paega let out a series of dry coughs as she pushed herself up slowly from the rubble, her right hand instinctively reaching down to check that her lightsaber had remained on her belt. The blonde Sith Knight was covered in ashes, and she wiped away the grey powder from her face as she stood up. Immediately, a sharp stab of pain in her shoulder told her that she hadn't survived the crash with no injuries. Still, she would try to ignore the pain. Paega simply didn't have time right now to go about gasping in pain.

People were dead. Lots of them, from what she could tell. Paega lifted her head skywards, recalling how terribly wrong the mission had gone. A good chunk of the crew must've died from the actual explosion in space when the ship blew itself apart into two pieces, then the crash must've killed off much of the survivors. She closed her eyes, allowing the Force to assist her in seeking out the survivors. Those that have survived, she noted, were a tiny ratio compared to the thousands that had been onboard the ship before the explosion. The Sith Knight looked around to observe everything around her.

The scene around her was gruesome. Remains of the crew, their disconnected body parts, littered the part of the bridge that Paega was on. It was rather miraculous that she had survived this at all, perhaps she had been lucky. Well, really, she didn't believe in such a thing as luck. Regardless, Paega didn't care all too much about the death of the hundreds of crew members. But perhaps she did care slightly about what had happened to her companions and her master, as well as her new friend, Lieutenant Reece. Wrapping her tattered clothes around her, Paega moved about the bridge to seek signs of other surviors.

"Ow...feth." Paega whirled around on her spot, trying to pinpoint where those words had come from. Reece wasn't too far off from where she was, as it turned out. Paega soon found herself infront of the wounded lieutenant. His arms were pinned under rubble, she noted. Without a word, Paega reached out with her hands and called on the Force, slowly but surely lifting up the slab of durasteel that Reece was trapped under. "Try and roll out..." she said, although her sight remained focused on keeping the durasteel in the air.

No danger seemed to present where they were for the time being. Or at least that's what a mere gaze told Paega. But Paega was getting the feeling that their trouble was only just begining for some reason.

 

[Lief]

[Sorry I've been caught up :x ]

There was nothing to be seen, felt, sensed in any way... Just the void stretching ever on, calling to her, urging her. No memory sprung up as to how this came about, all she could remember was the ever present blackness which enshrouded her. And in that moment Kara felt relieved; it was a purely innocent emotion, it could not be feigned nor forced, it simply was, it was like nothing she had ever felt before, and nothing she ever would again. It was over, and she could be at peace. From the nether came a face, one she had not seen in so long that at first it was difficult to make out. Zara... The older sister she had sought so many moons ago, the journey of which had led her to Maramere, into the hands of Depravious, and in turn caused this slippery, spiralled slope into chaos. Was it over, now? Had Zarathustra come to guide her away? "Wake up" the ghostly voice whispered, settling a delicate, outstretched hand upon her shoulder to give her a timid shake, "Wake up..."

"P-Please." There. A voice which was not Zarathustras, one she did not know, and in an instance the fleeting image disappeared, and a whimper escaped the girl. She had been so close, so very close, to her sister, to salvation... And with the voice came more senses, the low hum of static in her ears, along with a distant crackle of fire. The scent of death and decay, of burning distinctly. Pain began to seep through her body, a heavy thumping beat within her ears which threatened to pierce under the pressure as the blood frantically shot around her body. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. And still the shaking, the attempts to wake her, but it was not Zarathustra... And for that reason she did not want to comply.

Get up; you are not weak, do not show weakness. Get UP. There it was, another voice, different from the rest; it did not hold the same level of care, instead the tone was vehement and struck her like a slap. And thus her eyes opened with a flash of icy blue iris' and a gasp. Further pain shot through her body as she sat bolt upright, the memories flooding back. The ship, they had crashed... She could still hear the screams in her mind from everyone dying. She was no stranger to death, she had witnessed a total planet devoid of life, felt and even drawn upon the wound it had created... It did not scare her to know she was upon the same field as a thousand corpses, nor would she mourn their deaths... Dranok. She had to find her Father. Looking left and right that same, innocent relief flooded through her blood-soaked body, and suddenly the pain did not matter, nor did who she was. Casting aside the fact she was a Sith for just a moment the young girl flung her arms around the neck of her Father. She barely had the strength to do this, and immediately regretted it as every limb, every bone in her body, screamed in agonizing protest. Everything would be okay, and Zarathustra had shown her as much.

@[member="Dranok Lussk"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Paega Anginous"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]​

Everything hurt. His arms, his legs, the torso and abdomen was the worst. Broken ribs, maybe even a spinal injury was possible. Despite these searing pains blazing across and within his body, that wasn't his concern. Not even the trickles of blood from his forehead fazed his attention. A single thought, a single emotion, a single being. The figure held within his arms commanded his entire soul. Kara, sweetheart...don't go. It echoed around in his mind, the only outcome possible from a crash. Detecting her presence wasn't of use, shock was already setting in, causing his hands to tremble which then prevented him from checking her pulse. All he could do was hold her and pray to whatever God there was.



A spark shown through the darkness. He had to look again, straining forward to get a better look at her closed eyes. In vain, he immediately retracted, coughing hard on his ragged sleeve. Blood came out rather than spittle. He didn't even have a chance to rotate his head the other direction. Her arms wrapped around his neck, squeezing hard. The pain from her embrace didn't hurt, despite his broke ribs and coughing up blood. The sensation of her flesh touching his own felt better than anything he'd experienced before. That small spark of light.



"O-ow.." He gasped. "Don't squeeze so tight." A little smile broke across his face, relief flooding through him. He wanted to stay this way forever, but time was of the essence. He let the embrace linger for a few more seconds, savoring the feeling of a child in his arms. His grip around her waist loosened. "We have to move, n-now."

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Enter Horak...​

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Metallic digits gripped the sides of the table, throwing it from sight. Mechanical strength was a blessing in times such as this. The programming for staying purely on target helped a lot too, allowing him to pass corpses and bleeding out crewmen without another thought. Granted, he was concerned about the well-being of those legionnaires closest to him, but the Master was his highest priority. Making it to him was topmost on his mind, nothing else would stray him from his beeline towards the bloodied Admiral.

Some more debris were shoved away from his path, crashing against the walls and other desk modules. A few more meters to go and he'd find his Master, joyous applause would sound out as he rescued him from the fiery debris and get him home safely. That dream would come true, finally he'd be able to fully service his master and aid him. And lo, it appeared he needed no saving. The young girl from earlier had her arms wrapped around his ragged form, his uniform blackened by soot and ash. The golden-brown droid dropped to a crouch as he approached his Master, taking caution to carefully inspect him and the girl. "Query: Are you okay, Master?"

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@Jared Ovamr​

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Blood. It was everywhere. Though the tourniquet had staved off most of the flow from his leg, it would need help soon or he'd be a goner. Shrapnel was peppered across his torso, in small quantities, which wasn't as bad as his more serious wound downstairs. Jaax swallowed, tilting his head back in agony. His breathing slowed and his eyes closed. There would be nobody coming for him. The Admiral, hell, even the Admiral was probably dead too. The bridge had even hit the ground before the rest of the ship.

He coughed, grimacing in anguish. It hurt too much, everything did. Maybe it was fate that had determined his outcome, he was going to die. Die here on some godforsaken world without a soul nearby. Pain, agony, regret. It bounced around in his mind as tears welled up in his eyes. He had a family back home, two kids and a wife. The little ones would never get to see their Father again. They'd grow up without his comforting touch, his kind words, his teachings to grow them into fine adults.

They overflowed, trickling down his face. This was the end, nothing could stop that.

Except for Jared Ovmar.

Jaax felt his presence, though not being attuned to the Force. It just felt right, the light in the darkness. Everything else around him was dying and he was alive. His appearance down the corridor was a sight to behold. His energies channeling around him, swirling into his gaping wound where his foot should have been. The engineer felt the light flood him, washing away his pain and converging on the source of it. It felt good, almost as if he was in a dream. His eyes dreamily closed, his last thought of consciousness registering himself being picked up.

Perhaps this wasn't the end...

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@[member="Paega Anginous"]​

He had nothing else to do but lay there. Defenseless, vulnerable, weak. His body may have remained still, but his eyes and mind were ablaze with motion. His gaze traced across the landscape if he sat up slightly, noting the various bodies occupying the surrounding area. He recognized a few, but it didn't hurt. He'd only just been transferred to this ship, his friends ranged in the spectrum of not having any. Paega. The thought crossed the Lieutenant's mind. My friend. Reece coughed, trying in vain to tug at the metal plate pinning him to the floor. It hurt like feth.

A jagged piece of metal sat nearby. If a wolf is caught in a trap, he gnaws off his own leg to gain freedom. Reece swallowed. His hand gingerly reached out for the shard of freedom. And yet, sounds of footsteps halted his efforts. His head snapped around to spot Paega incoming. Relief flooded him. Thank God she's okay. He sighed, thanking whoever he could for his savior. Within moments, she set her Force in motion and lifted the metal plate. It inched higher and higher until he was free to scoot away, pulling his arm free.

Reece grimaced at the deep gash, but was nonetheless thankful for the aid. "Thank you, Paega." He smiled brightly, trying to ignore the spikes of pain. "We'd better get a move on. I hope the Admiral's okay." He breathed, cupping his wound with his earlier placed piece of cloth.

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Enter Korai Veyga​

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A blazing hulk of metal sat in the middle of the jungle. It had weird shapes and angles, like some flying dragon. From his memory, it looked a lot like the etchings along the walls of the Great Temple. The prophecy dictated that the new King would arrive on a mechanical beast. After that, Korai couldn't really remember the rest unless he had another look at the hieroglyphics. Needless to say, this was big. All of the Kingdoms in the surrounding area would be ontop of this thing before his own laid claim to it.

Korai Veyga, Prince of the Veyga Kingdom, raised his spear in the air. Dozens of Massassi warriors around him looked upon him with favor. Their own primitive weapons were raised in agreement. "We must find out if the prophecy is true." He spoke out, nothing on his mind except uniting his people. The prophecy was the only thing that kept the people here alive. It was all they hoped for, all they wanted, and the only thing they needed. Not many of the Kingdoms still supported this and sought their own rulers, eventually erupting into massive wars against each other in games of power to rule the Kingdoms under a single ruler.

Whatever was on this flaming beast would either fulfill the prophecy or collapse the entire world into chaos and war.

Minutes passed, the warriors converging on the ship and easily finding their way inside. Massive holes in the hull were very nice doors for these Sith. Korai was the first inside, spotting several dead bodies. They looked strange, white skin. Much like the slaves from the olden days. Perhaps this ship was a slave carrier, meant to help their kingdoms. He mentally shrugged and ordered the rest of the warriors to fan out and search the ship.

OOC: And we're going to be delving into the lore of Tantorus. There are actually quite a few prophecies written for the Sith people which shall be added later on. Many of these can be fulfilled by your characters, so make sure you act wisely!

 

[Arage Bao]

The hulking metal beast had been torn apart, crashed into an unknown planet and now only a few were still alive. One of them was Jared Ovmar, Lord of the Fringe, who was slowly picking his way through the debris of the ship trying to reach the bridge to locate some help. Not an easy task with an unconscious man on your shoulder, but the Force eased his task considerably. The pathways were confusing in their ruin, even with the mental imprint of the ships schematics it was hard to figure out the right way to their sanctuary. But Jared would succeed, he knew this at heart, if only the engineer had spent less time eating his moneys worth.. that would have been grand. Walking through destruction it was hard not to get sick of the stench of the burned and the dying, only the immersion of the Force helped him get through it unscathed.

One step after another he took, the suffering hitting his mental barriers. It was hard to keep it at bay, but he was almost there. It would not be much longer and so he moved on, until.. until he suddenly sensed life. He was happy for a moment, until they came into view. Red, muscled and carrying.. spears? At first Jared did not understand what kind of things they were, until an old image appeared in front of his mental eye. “Sith..” he whispered softly. “Should those bastards not be extinct or someth--” His mumbling was cut short when they spotted him. Jared was almost of mind to cry out a word of help, but their faces were not friendly, as a matter of fact they actually started running towards him.

Seemingly they were not here to help them. “It seems these bastards are not aware of their in dangered status, or maybe they just do not care.” he said to himself, while putting Jax softly down behind him. Then he searched deep inside of himself, grabbing all the fury he had in him and unleashing it. With an almost casual gesture he then took out his lightsaber and turned it on. The room was suddenly filled with the eerie gloom of the white crystal, but Jared paid no heed to that. Instead he roared, a scream of pain, anger and hate. His whole life he had been nothing, today he would prove his power. Today the Shadow would destroy his attackers.

@[member="Darth Arcis"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] @[member="Paega Anginous"]​

 

[Paige Argous]

@Dranok Lussk @Jared Ovmar @Kära Vi'dreya

Pagea tossed the metal plate to the side after she had raised it enough for Reece to roll out from beneath. It was suprising that the lieutenant had found the ability to smile up at her even in his state of pain. "Here, you can lean on me." Paega said to him, slowly putting Reece's arm around her neck to get going. As she did this, the Sith Apprentice took note of the surrounding areas. It was a rather depressing fact that there were hundreds if not thousands of dead crew littering the destroyed landscape, but Paega knew that unless they moved efficiently, they would die as well.

Suddenly, she heard someone yell. Scream. Roar. She couldn't decide which, really. Paega wasn't sure if it would be a better idea to move towards the sound, or away from it. After all Reece was hurt, and she got the feeling that whatever hostiles in the area were, they would catch up to them if they chose to. It would better to confront the aggressors now if there were any in the area. Otherwise, their chance of survival would go down even lower.

"Reece, I need you to stay put for one minute. Don't go anywhere, okay?" Paega whispered, slowly putting her friend back down on an area that she deemed to be the safest. With that, Paega ignited her crimson lightsaber, and the blonde Sith Knight made her way towards the sound of the commotion. They were definitely not alone. Perhaps the sound had come from the surviors, but why? The apprentice froze when she came upon the most bizzare sight, in which a survivor, who she was fairly sure that she had seen before onboard the bridge, was confronting a group of red skinned alien species. The true Sith species. What the feth was going on?

 

[Lief]

@[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Darth Arcis"]

The little girl resisted the urge to sob as she felt his arms wrap around her for a moment or so, reminding her of the first time she had met the man before her. He had saved her from freezing on Ziost, she recalled, a memory she would never likely forget. Some may have regarded it as a fault, to have family so close to you, although truth be told she and Dranok hadn’t the best of relationships nor pasts. Infact this was the first time she had seen him since leaving the system, after he befriended the likes of Lucien. But that was in the past, now, wasn’t it? When his pained words escaped him she pulled slowly back, worried that she had done some damage.

And then… Then a droid appeared shortly after he mentioned needing to move. She attempted to rise, sucking in a sharp gasp of pained breath as her leg straightened out. It was bearable, however. She turned her gaze to the droid then down to her Father who remained upon the ground. It was the droid from earlier, Horak… “H-Help him up” she said, her voice a little tense; she wanted so badly for them to get away from the crash site, all it would take was one fuel cell to overheat and bam more explosions and mayhem would follow. “We have to find the others” her pragmatic mind added. If they had survived, surely others had too?

@[member="Paega Anginous"]