Sand. Sand everywhere.

[Uhtred Kjartan]

Jakku​

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Location: Somewhere lost, near one of a few Star Destroyer and TIE Fighter wreckages.
Time: Unknown

Behind all of the salvageable items, hostile creatures and environments, it was simply a barren wasteland. It had the same climate over and over again. The same skirmishes between small bands of raiders and scavengers day after day. The few outposts and trade stations scattered around the planet continued to exploit their inhabitants and scavengers with very few rewards, if said people chose to reward them for anything they'd found. But Lasky was a different sort of scavenger, he kept most of his findings from the starfighter and cruiser wrecks. Maybe he'd craft something out of all the 'junk' he had one day. But the most important thing about him, he was lost. Lost in one of many hostile environments scattered across the entire galaxy. He had no idea of any sort of major faction reigning supreme in this sector. The last he'd heard of anything was about some sort of 'First Order' and that was it. He'd see the odd starfighters flying about, and maybe even see a few shot down. ​

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He never got to reach these fresh wrecks of course, because the Teedo had always seemed to get there one way or another on their cybernetically enhanced Luggabeasts. Lucky creatures, they were. They had sandals carved from the treads of droids, managed to always find their way back home, and always sold their findings for profit one way or another.​

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Enough about the inhabitants of this disgustingly blank planet, the most important thing was that he was lost. Had no way of communication between most inhabitants of the planet that did not speak Galactic Basic, for it was the only language he knew. Treading through the desert, his Heads Up Display constantly flickering, for the circuitry began to erode from the inside, it used to be apart of a complete and beautiful uniform, but now the cooling systems built into the sort of 'power suit' stopped working. His boots left deep prints in the sand that were easily swept away by the constant sandstorms. Sometimes his very old blaster rifle even failed to function. His leg plates were so stuck together that he looked like a cyborg or old battle droid from far away. Over the horizon he could see the black smoke of a starfighter wreckage, and with that the perfect opportunity for some good salvage. Maybe a blaster, even. With that, he started towards the wreckage over a sand dune. Maybe he'd find something useful, or the everyday piece of junk.​

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[member="Karren Trask"]​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lasky Rynn"]

The last time she'd visited a desert planet she could not remember. But Karren was here now, and deep undercover. She was using stolen Sith Empire citizen credentials, and wandering the wastes. Well not wandering, more like scavenging for fun. Which was a cover up for her real mission, to scope out what Jakku had for defences if any.

She was elbows deep into the wreck of star fighter, greasy and hot. Sweat dripped down her face. Today instead of her rebel flightsuit, she was clad in drab grey wraps and some goggles to keep the sand out of her eyes.

"Fething sun." She murmured, keeping her attention focused on the wrench. TIE parts were good salvage and she was determined to make a bit of extra creds while she was scouting. After all Alliance pay was good, but not great. Not for what was growing in the back of her mind...

She looked up, to spot a figure long far away. Her brows furrowed and her hand dipped to her heavily modded DL-44, ready just in case.

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Cant be sand troopers. Too few. They come in numbers.​

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

[member="Karren Trask"]

As he got closer and closer, he saw a figure that almost blended in to the sand, but it was more of a Star Destroyer grey instead of a tan. He at first thought it was just your local Teedo, already scavenging the wreckage. But as he grabbed his macrobinoculars from his pack, it appeared to be a human or near-human woman! One of the first people he'd seen in a while. He put the binoculars away and started to near the figure, details coming more and more into view. A spark from his helmet and armor every now and then, for it used to have a functioning 'exoskeleton' of the sorts.

The smoke from the wreck came into smelling distance, and the black clouds would attract Teedo or some other sort of scavengers soon. Whoever it was didn't show any sort of movement, but they had a hand near their hip, where a pistol holster or some sort of weapon would be. Taking note of this, he progressed without showing any sort of hostility.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lasky Rynn"]

As he neared she reached out in the force to touch his mind, settling into a deep breathing exercise. He was neither force user, nor hostile and she grinned, relaxing her grip on the pistol. Karren stood a little straighter, and her brows furrowed a little more.

"Who are you!" She called across the blazing sands....

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

[member="Karren Trask"]


The woman's hand grew further and further from her weapon's holster as he progressed, he kept his rifle in both of his hands however. Being nice was a way to get you killed on planets like this, all sorts of gangs and horrible clans. The woman raised her hand to her forehead to block out the bright sun that looked down upon the hot sand. He froze in his tracks as she exclaimed:

"Who are you!"

This shut out the sounds of the harsh winds blowing across the sand. He hesitated a while before trying to call out and respond with:

"Nobody. Anymore, at least."

Little did he know, his helmet was malfunctioning and the words, instead of being amplified came out as a series of beeps and mechanical clicks. Almost that of radio chatter or static, but not quite.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lasky Rynn"]

Karren looked him over. Nobody he said?

The beeps she could interpret through the force. For as he spoke she was touching his mind, gleaning what she could.

With relic armor like that, it was hardly the truth. Instead she moved back a step and smiled, under her wraps.

"Well then nobody. Tell me your tale."

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

[member="Karren Trask"]

Whoever this person was could either understand perfectly what he was saying through the static, or could just hear bits and pieces. Maybe one of those magical forcers he's heard of. Never really met one, but that seemed like something they'd be capable of. Like reading his mind or some magical thing like that. He watched as she took a step back and said:

"Well then nobody. Tell me your tale."


He sighed and took a seat in the blazing hot sand, which had no effect on him by now. He put his weapon away, for if she was going to kill him, she would've done it by now. Or he'd have been knocked out with all of his salvage for the day gone. This had all happened to him before, thats why there was a large crack in his amber-colored visor. Anyway, it was time to begin the long tale, but shorten it.

"I used to be apart of one of many local militias on my homeworld. It was a war-torn planet, multiple raider groups, separate factions. Much like that of Nar Shadda or Tatooine, but the thing was that nobody wanted it for no reason. Anyway, we had formed a small sort of 'Fleet' and it was quickly destroyed. We were on the run and the transport ship that I was on crash landed here. I've been in this old armor ever since. The sand has began to erode at the circuitry, and all I do now is wander for starfighter wreckages, or even the Star Destroyer wreckages. You never know what components you can find in a place like this. Anyway, whats the story behind you? Just a wanderer or do you have a specific task or purpose here?"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lasky Rynn"]

"My purpose here is more..... scouting I suppose."

She could feel something about the armored figure. His thoughts betrayed him easily, and she felt a small current flow from her to him. Yes he was force sensitive. It was the same feeling she'd felt on missions with Aryn, when he pulled off amazing tricks shots.

"What are you trying to accomplish wandering. Ever heard of the Galactic Alliance?"

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

[member="Karren Trask"]

"Well, there's not much to accomplish by wandering around, but there's some interesting stuff to find out here. The only reason I haven't left this disgusting wasteland is because I haven't got the credits to pay for a ticket out of here. Definitely not a ship, either. I've considered saving up for some sort of freighter one day though."

He said, looking up at her as he sat in the hot sand.

"Can't say I've ever heard of the Galactic Alliance though. Sounds interesting, tell me more about it."