"That is pretty much nowhere"

[Kal Brennet]

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"Here we are stranger, Treema, as far as I can take you" The pilot spoke. He had a large smoking stick extending from his mouth, his speech slurred to keep the thing from falling to the floor. The man had been smoking almost the whole 37 hour trip, but he didn't ask questions and he was on the upper end of cheap; so in Kal's mind, it was worth it. Kal hadn't spoken a word the whole trip until now; 16 years of isolation with the force kept a man collected, only speaking when needed.​

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"Thank you for your passage, keep the change" Kal spoke as he departed, tossing a bag with around 15,000 credits into the cockpit. The man shouted something back, yet Kal didn't care to hear him and gave no effort. The roaring winds of sand and dust already boomed through the ship, deafening its two inhabitants. Make that one.​

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The ship took off and once again, Kal was on a planet that was as empty as ever. Luckily, he had been dropped into the only city on the whole planet, Treema. Treema was like a foreign Mos Eisley with more criminals and less rules. Not a place Kal was going to find what he was looking for. What even was he looking for? It was the strangest thing. It started out as a whisper, 13 years ago on that damned ice box planet. a feint shiver through the force. Kal had heard it while fishing, but paid no mind. Yet, as he listened over several more years, it got louder. More defined. It was no longer a whisper, but more of a call. Like the force longed for him to find what it was leading him to. He could only resist it for so long, as the call turned into touch, Kal could feel the force pulling him toward this. ​

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And here he was, in the middle of nowhere, looking out into the dunes of sand and nothing. He was called into the unknown, and he was not going to resist the force. Kal took one step into the direction of the desert, knowing there was no going back.​

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[member="Dreale Karn"]​

 

[Craven Karn]

The light of the desert's sun slowly crept into the cave's entrance, inching forward. Dreale, weak and weary, watched as it slowly reached his foot. The man coughed and wheezed, exhaling steam from his helmet as he did so. His last meal was days ago. He didn't care to keep track. He went searching for food, but if there was any life in this god forsaken place, it was no where near him. That's how he ended up in this small cave over night. Escaping with only a ship he didn't know how to fly was his first mistake. Crashing into the ground a few miles away from that prison of sorts was his second. He spent a long time just eating the rations in the ship and surviving, but that didn't last long. Now he was ready to die. He destroyed everything and for what? To die in some cave? "DAMN IT" Dreale slammed his fist into the rock beside him, causing an echo to resonate through the cave.

He slowly got to his feet and continued walking across the desert, looking for anything, anything that wasn't sand. With every step he felt weaker and weaker, which pissed him off even more. He could feel the force fueling his movements as he trucked across the endless dunes. His anger was the only thing keeping him going.

[member="Kal Brennet"]

 

[Kal Brennet]

It was no longer a call or a pull. Kal could feel it in his bones, it was pain. Whatever he was meant to find was here, close. He had been walking for several hours, and the closer he got the more aching he felt in the back of his head. His grey ripped cloak was wrapped around his head, protecting his eyes from the abrasive sun and sand.​

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Then, as the pain seemed unbearable, it all stopped. A flood of relief pooled into Kal's mind, calming the waters of a 13 year old shaken force. It had finally stopped, but why? He found himself on his knees, drained of energy,​

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Peering up, he was at the mouth of a cave. It was no coincidence. Wherever Kal had found himself, it was his destination for 13 years. Getting back to his feet, he began to venture inside.​

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[member="Dreale Karn"]​

 

[Craven Karn]

Dreale could feel the coarse sand fill the cracks and crevices in his armor. It rub against his dry skin, irritating his body with every step. His joints screamed with pain. He felt like collapsing, but something kept him going. Something. He hated this place. This desert was his grave and he walked right into it. Dreale could feel the force of the wind around him. Any normal person would be roasting in a suit of heated metal armor right now, but Dreale was cold. He lost the ability to feel long ago, but somehow he knew he was cold. Every step the man took left a frozen footprint in the sand. It only lasted for seconds before the sun melted it, but it was present enough for Dreale to know he was losing control. This was bringing him to the edge. He could feel the anger welling up inside of him like a pot filled with water about to boil over. He was going to explode. One last bang before he disappeared for good. No. He had to keep going. He couldn't melt down here. If he did that would be it. All of his energy would be gone and he would die. He. Had. To. Keep. Going.

The sand swept up around him, whirling like a dust storm. He couldn't tell if it was natural or if it was himself making it appear, but he didn't care. He had to survive. That was all his mind was on now.

[member="Kal Brennet"]

 

[Kal Brennet]

"It's.. cold?" Kal uttered to himself, baffled by what he was feeling. Glancing down toward the mouth of the cave, he saw footprints.​

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Eager to see where they headed, he noticed that they were made of ice. Of course in this abrasive sunlight they melted shortly after his finding. Whoever he was looking for was close.​

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Trudging on through the shifting sands, while following the peculiar footsteps, Kal finally found what he was looking for. Who he was looking for.​

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The silhouette in the distance looked in pain. On the edge of death for whatever species he might have been. Quickly looking over his options, Kal realised he didnt have any. Either wait for this being to die and have this whole trip be worthless, or call out to it and hope that it might be friendly.​

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"Hello out there! are you ok?" Kal shouted out through the wind​

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[member="Dreale Karn"]​

 

[Craven Karn]

The sound of the wind was deafening. Even if the man behind him was standing a foot away, Dreale wouldn't have heard the shout. The poor soul kept limping deeper and deeper into the whirlwind of sand and rock. Sand slowly filled every crack in suit, making walking an impossible task until eventually it jammed the joint in his leg. The loss of his leg functions caused the man to topple over instantly. He hit the ground with a loud thud that was carried away in the torrent of the storm. He didn't have the strength or the ability to carry on. Soon the sand would cover him completely, and the desert really would become a grave to him. His body would never be found. His struggle was for nothing. All that work. All that hardship. It was worthless. Here he was to rot.

It was time for the water to bubble over. He was doomed either way, why stop the anger that was coming? The sand around him began to ripple like water, flowing outward from his position. He screamed. Not a shout for help, but one of rage. If any being heard it, they would hear not a man, but a demon. Suddenly the whirlwind of sand stopped, but it did not abide to gravity's laws. No, the sand hung in the air, suspended by an invisible force. For a moment, the world was silent again. Dreale heard nothing but the sound of his labored breathing, and then, his body let out another scream. The ripples in the sand turned into waves. The stone and sand that was suspended in the air flew out in a sudden force as strong as a bomb. A crater began to form, and Dreale was at its center. The small amount of water in the air froze and collected on the surface around the black knight. The environment carried the appearance of a meteor crash on a frozen world. This sight in the desert looked more out of place than a Hutt in a fist fight.

Dreale barely held onto his consciousness. He could feel the darkness closing in on him, and despite all his anger, he couldn't do a damned thing about it.

[member="Kal Brennet"]​

 

[Kal Brennet]

Kal pushed forward into the chaos, moving one foot in front of the other. Sand and frost whipped through the frozen air, stabbing like knives through Kals thin robes. The pain raised Kals emotions, his mind reached out unintentionally. A feeling he had not felt in a while, his mind connected with another.

Without intention, the old jedi breached into the mind of the dying man in front of him. The waters of his mind were rapid, panicked. It was a hurricane, explosive as war.

All the while, he trudged on. The wind got more hellish as he moved forward. Soon enough, Kal found himself within feet of the distraught man. Reaching forward, the wind attempted to push him away. With the rest of his strength, a single hand was placed on the mans shoulder, and Kal began to calm the waters of the mans mind.

[member="Dreale Karn"]