Seasons don't fear the Reaper (Open)

[Cuan Kunn]

To say she was excited was sort of an understatement. Kelly Topol had been going through a bit of a change. At least, anyone who remembered her from before she and Coren got locked away in a carbonite slumber would say she was. The woman used to be a bit more... good? She worked for CorSec, and that was how she met Coren. She had been chasing him down, the descendant of a Jedi ExplorCorps member running a smuggling ring right around the homeworld. Kelly was part of the interdiction unit that chased him from the system, and caused the Starchaser patriarch to run to Imperial space.

There had been a few years before she and Coren linked back up. But they ran into one another on a joint operation between his unit, the Warbird Wing, and her unit. One thing led to another and another, some dice were rolled, then they were traveling together.

Then there was the capture and take down. She still didn't know how they were released, who did it, or why. But they were out and about now, and she was definitely darker than she was before. One thing she did recognize from her exploration the past month was that she was part of a Dathomiri tribe. She didn't know which, but that the symbol, a tattoo on her forearm, was from one such tribe.

And now she was out to find more about her past. And step towards her future. A few of those. Her bowcaster was strapped to her back, and she was making her way through the villages of... what the frell world was she on? Somewhere in Rim, near the Wild Space region, and she was following someone. Someone who had the knowledge she desired, about the Force, about alchemy.

This was a hunt. And she knew from what she had heard on the grapevine that there were more than one coming this way. The trouble was watching for the others.

 

[Garza]

I fething hate my life right now.

Shaking up my brothers widow, finding out I will have a kid, Scared as hell, so I ran. I mean, I am a creation of the Sith and alchemy. I shouldn't have kids right? I mean it probably isn't possible. Yet I am still having a child. Running away under the guise of looking for more power within the universe, I knew somewhat, maybe of where I was. Outer Rim. That's all I knew when my ship had jumped out of hyperspace almost directly into a planet's atmosphere. I don't know if you know the first thing about flying a ship, but reentry can get hot. And without shields up, my ship turned into scrap. it was a burning heap. About all that I had was a few possessions with me. Good thing that was a borrowed ship and not my nice one. Nonetheless, I needed to find a way off of here. But first, I had to get out of this rubble.

It was easy enough to focus on the beam that had fallen on my leg and lift it with the force. I had been awake for a good hour now. Standing? that was a pain. First, I was too tall to fit in the crushed compartment, second, I had to hunch down on my hands and knees to get out of a small hole that was about the size of a small child. I wiggled my way out and even heated the metal around me to bend it. Which was not that hard since most of the ship was still in flames. The only light I had in the broken ship was a few cracks from the sunlight, and the fires around me. Not really good. Hearing a few small pops off to my left, I knew what was happening.

Pulling myself into a fetal position, I surrounded myself in a shield fabricated of the force. and waited as the ship's tank blew up.

Oh did it hurt.

[member="Kelly Topol"]

 

[Cuan Kunn]

The Force was a unique place. The pathways the power could take were as varied as the people using the Force. The energy that bound all living things could also unbind the galaxy, if used properly. It could be used to create, destroy and to mutate. That last bit, the mutability, That was what interested her. Life always threw hiccups in their path. Like burning ships entering the atmosphere. Maybe it was her Corellian blood, but that should never happen.

Frell her ability to worry. Where did that come form? (Her past, obviously, the one she didn't remember was creeping in.) Checking her blaster on her hip, there could be something useful out of the ship. Cargo that survived the inevitable blast.Shaking her head when the ship did light up, she wasn't sure what she was hoping to find, but the (Force) pull she felt to walk over there...

Pulling her pistol from the holster, the target could wait. There could be salvage here. Pulling the Force closer to her, she was muttering what was (instinctively) a low level Dathomiri protection spell. Not anything she was doing consciously.

Just doing.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Roadblock]

Seeing a ship distress beacon on a nearby planet broadcast and then it suddenly cutting of caught his eye thinking to himself in his small stolen jedi starfighter "hmm if there's survivors i might be able to make a few quick credits and if not maybe a good meal".

activating the ships outer ring attachment he enters hyperdrive and closes in on the planet. After disconnecting from the hyperdrive ring he uses the ship to land a small distance from what appears to be an exploded wreck not making any attempt to hide his ship while flying by.

[member="Kelly Topol"][member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Owowowowowow.

That really hurts.

I didn't have enough concentration on the shield so almost the instant the ship blew it broke my shield. Shattering it and sending me flying to the other side of the cockpit. I heard snaps and pain flooded my body. Sure, I was considered by some powerful, Strong enough to take down the Terror from beyond. but even the greatest of war heroes can die from a simple trip in the shower. Once the popping and other smaller after explosions settled down, i got back onto my hands and knees to throw up.

My head was swirling. I could hardly concentrate to conjure a flame. It's when I felt a little prick in my force signature. Almost as though someone was close. Everything sped up. Already my body was preparing for battle should it be man or beast. Somehow my focus had come down at the person and forced me to concentrate enough that I found my lightsaber smacking into my hand. Activating in it's brilliant crimson glow, I sliced three beams down and cleared a section for me to hobble out of.

Walking towards the little pinprick of a signature. Not awfully powerful or daunting as some who I have met before, but enough to warn me of a potential threat. Walking, more like limping, out of the hole in the ship, bright lights flooded my eyes. Covering the sun with my off hand with my saber now shut off, but pointing at a dark moving blur a few feet away. I couldn't tell at all who, or what species of humanoid it was. All I knew was my life might be in danger.

"Come closer and it will be your last step."

For a man my size, I was rather lean, however my voice was filled with a malice that even some Masters didn't want to hear. Deep and clearly I had some authoritative power, I hoped that it would cause whoever it was to stop. All the while, a Ship flew overhead clearly not hidden. Great, more company.

[member="Kelly Topol"], [member="Roadblock"],

 

[Roadblock]

trying to step out of his ship some of his robes get caught on the manual flight sticks forcing him to trip and fall out of the cockpit instead, picking himself up from the ground and dusting himself off he checked to see that everything was ok by patting himself down and adjusting his helmet once he was sure everything was fine he did a brief scan of the area with his eyes and locked down his starfighter.

turning around he looked at the crashed ship laying..everywhere and said to himself "i doubt there is anything to salvage here but something is better then nothing" thinking to himself at the same time "no point coming here and leaving empty handed"

so he headed out towards the largest and most ...intact bit or scrap yelling out in a robotic tone "anyone alive in their, if so yell back" not being able to see what's on the other side of this crash he starts to slow his pace

 

[Cuan Kunn]

Kelly wasn't really keen on too many things getting in her way. She was here for her target. And that shuttle crashing, that was not scheduled. She wasn't the pilot, that was Coren, and her son, Jared. They were the pilots, the ones who needed to adapt and sense the world. She... she was here to create, and destroy. And in order to do that, to be the Witch she felt she could be, she needed to find a place to learn, a teacher to absorb from.

And the second ship? That got there distressingly fast. Stepping warily, she reached for her pistol, and checked its power cell. Probably smarter to just blast the freller with her bowcaster, but... this was easier to run with. She wasn't going to make it to the wreck before the landing fighter.

That was not her problem. Chances are (if) should anything be alive, they'd just lash out at whatever came their way. And Kelly was not looking to fight something that could survive that explosion. But still, her mind was bringing her to the being walking from the wreckage. She stopped in her tracks, pistol still aimed low, but ready.

“Dunno if you realized, friend, but you wrecked your ride.” Right, that sounded more dangerous in her mind. Still, her voice didn't crack, and she did have the husky voice of a serial smoker. So that helped.

Sort of.

[member="Vincent Imura"] [member="Roadblock"]

 

[Garza]

I rolled my eyes as a woman's voice broke out from the black form hidden from the light. It was during her talking that my vision was adjusting to the light and where I could actually stand. I saw a pistol pointed at me. She must of been real smart to not see the saber in my hand, or feel the force potential I had. Nonetheless, I smiled lightly, ignoring yelling from the other side as I answered her.

"Yes, it was a P-O-S and now its a flaming P-O-S. not that hard to see."

Snarky, barky, and rather rude. That's who I was. I changed my stance just a little and I could feel the pain creep up my leg and back. I winced a little as some of the adrenaline was wearing off. Deciding that I would rather not kill this woman as she might be helpful, then maybe I could get off of this damned planet. I can improvise.

"How about we put our weapons away, and maybe we can help each other out. Cus a woman armed like you is either a hunter, or ex-soldier. I'm wounded and need to get my leg fixed up before it starts healing incorrectly. Deal?"

I was harsh, but I just got my ship blown up, on a deserted planet as far as I knew, and having a gun pointed at my face was really not helping the situation. Nor was some idiot yelling from the other side of the broken ship.

[member="Kelly Topol"], [member="Roadblock"],

 

[Cuan Kunn]

The droid thing that came out of the starfighter was... She wasn't sure how to qualify it. Keeping an eye on the other, and her gun aimed at the ground, off to her left as she approached the wreckage. She wasn't about to make an enemy of someone who survived a starship crash.

Nope, Kelly had a bit more trigger discipline than that. So much for being a Force User, right?

But the being who came out of the ship, that one was... Well, some sort of snark master, or whatever. And still, dealing with him? (Just off the voice) She wasn't about to kill him. Not yet. He might be valuable. In more ways than one, basically.

“Not quite a hunter.” She lowered her weapon (farther).

“Y'have Bacta?” Kelly looked at him, wondering if the other person was of any real use. And if Starfighter Boy was either.

[member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Roadblock"]

 

[Garza]

The weapon she carried was put down and made sure to be aimed away from me, but I could understand why she did not put it completely away. So in the same retrospect, I kept my saber in my hands. Off, but there. It was then the questions started coming out. None of them were the "Who the hell are you?" or "Why in the hell did you crash?" However, I wasn't ticked by her not asking simple ones. Meaning that she got right to the point. Confirming that she was not really a Hunter, Bounty Hunter, Assassin or really anything like that, as far as I knew, I nodded my head.

"Good, cus if you were, I wouldn't want to have to kill you."

Sith were good money even if they didn't have a bounty on their head. I looked to see the droid, humanoid? Didn't know what or who he was, So I made sure to keep my distance. Still looking at him,

"If I did, it's gone now."

Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out a partly bent cigarette. Might as well smoke one up. With a snap of my fingers, the end was lit and I was puffing up a storm of smoke. It made me feel so much better. "Do you have anything? I can be fine with just bandages and just resetting my bones." Pointing to my left leg to indicate that I had broken it.

[member="Kelly Topol"], [member="Roadblock"],

 

[Roadblock]

Road block heads back to his ship and opens up a large container on the side with a giant green + symbol and pulls out his makeshift bone setter which just looked like an adjustable cylinder with spikes, a small bag full of black powder and a few large bandages he then proceeds to walk over to the man with the broken leg slowly not making any sudden movements or sounds just stoping 20 feet away from the man saying without the voice modifier "i have some 'spice' and a bone setter if you want it"

he slowly lifts up the bone setter keeping his other hand near his leg so if anything goes wrong he can quickly throw out a smoke grenade from his leg compartment




(the spice is rhyl cor rarest type of rhyl but its no glitterstim)

 

[Cuan Kunn]

There weren't many people Kelly worried about. But if someone had proven themselves, she greeted them with open arms and an open mind. Aside from that? She was going to greet everyone with a way to protect herself, or at least disable them, should worse come to worse. The bacta was most likely all incinerated during the crash. Made sense.

Did she have anything to set bones? Just a bit of battlefield sawbones training. She shrugged. “Sadly...?” And that was when the other being spoke up. Spice and a setter.

“Or we could do that. Spice... Unless you're still reaching the Force?” Surviving that explosion must've taken a lot.

@Roadblock @Nickolas Imura

 

[Garza]

I shook my head. The man robot thing came over towards me and tried to strap it on. Pushing him off of me.

"As much as I might want help, I don't like people I don't know touch me. Back off."

The bone setter was laying on the ground. I slowly eased myself down to the ground as well. My leg was not being oh so great with me. Hurtting like a queen. I would do this myself. As much as I liked help, I don't want people touching me. They might hit a nerve or that sort of crap. and I really don't feel like getting pissed even more and throw him half way across the planet we were on. And trust me, I could do it.

I moved my leg slowly into the device. Then by twisting the nobs and whatever else I started to slowly inch my leg back together. It was painful but I didn't need spice. I didn't want to get addicted to that crap. I started to groan in pain as the device was pushing the bone back to where it should be. Eventually I heard a snap sound.

And I heard someone yelling. Found out it was me yelling out in pain cus the bone snapped back into place.

And my language was not clean at all after that.

[member="Kelly Topol"], [member="Roadblock"],