The First Step and the Last Fracture. (Solo/Ask)

[Aithne Charr]

Kesh was a planet that held a hard life for those that lived on it and a species that at one time had been dead to the galaxy for thousands of years at one time. A place Solan had never truly lived near and had learned about through stories and myths. He had told no one of his plan and came here alone with his shadow company in a small frigate large enough to get them to the planet as he looked on it with a slight sadness. His sadness was not for the planet though, it was for what he would have to do, knowing this could only end in one way when it came to the native Sith Tribe. Today though he was here to find and understand the peoples around himm and as such he waved for the ship to be brought down on the region of Keshtah, North of The Jungle Highlands and a few dozen Kilometers from Wyldar.

"Men i want the camp and watch set up immediately, im positive someone knows we are here already and i will be ready for when someone shows up with their minds focused on removing us." He was not sure if the locals had seen them but he was sure that if they saw him it would be something that he was not ready for especially if it became a hostile situation. As such his ship was on standby while he moved for the hanger to get in one of the second wave of dropships, the first wave already out and heading for the surface to set up camp.

 

[Garik Reed]

Alex was just finishing off a few Keshtiri as she heard the loud engines of shuttles. The young girl had been exploring the galaxy, and Kesh had been one of her first stops. She had no interest in the core worlds. Too packed full of people and disease. Mmm, no, better for the huntress to stay away from so much prey. As Alex watched the shuttles come down from the sky, her swift hands brought a hood over her head, draping her face in darkness. Alex had a bit of a high ground over them as they landed, looking down from a small hill. Her curious eyes probed the group as men began moving around setting up camp around the landing site. She looked up as another wave of shuttles descended from the sky.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Alexandra Imura"]

Solan yawned as he looked at the surface from the viewport of the dropship, having come down with the second wave of supplies and people and smiling as he looked over the surface of the planet. He had forgotten why he was here for a moment and just wanted to stare at the beauty, then he remembered. He needed to establish a presence on this planet and he would now look towards a far off invisible city to the west as he smiled. It would be a long time before he convinced everyone of his right but there were baby steps to be taken in that and he needed to make sure and for good that what he did would cause no one more harm than was required. "Set us down, i need to make sure the command post is set up, we should be expecting some form of company soon and i dont want it to catch us off guard if they are hostile. He wasn't sure exactly if the Keshtiri themselves would be hostile, but he knew the Sith tribe probably would not like a new group showing up here so he would make sure they were ready for them.

 

[Aithne Charr]

A few minutes later the Dropship touched down and solan breathed in as he tightened the leather jacket he wore around his shoulders and looked around at the makeshift walls of the outpost. It would take a few days before this place would be presentable so for now the emplacements were form of basic military set up. Meanwhile his eyes ran to the only building he had had brought to this place as he smiled at the prefab command center. He would certainly need to make some deals over more of these but one was certainly enough for now. With that thought he turned started towards it before speaking to a nearby officer. "I want a constant radar up and running and even if it looks like there is a bird on the screen i want to know. We are in a foreign landscape and until i can get ahold of the natives i will need to know of the slightest chance of intrusion."

The officer, a thrity three year old human from Nar Shadaa, nodded and spoke. "It will be done in five minutes sir, our men also have the limited emplacements being finished and with the shuttling between the ship and here we should have the outpost set up in five days at the max. There is a minim-"

"That is all, get back to work." He stopped and looked around at the landscape once more before heading into the command center and personally listening in on the communication between the ship and the dropships. He would want to know the moment something changed and he would be sure to act even faster to deal with the change.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Alexandra Imura"]

Day 1
Hour 18

Solan sighed as he sat up and was tired of waiting, apparently he wasn't as noticeable as he thought so instead he decided it was time to see what he could find in this world's peoples. With that he wrapped himself in a cloak that hid all his features with the exception of his eyes and secured a small form of translator tool to his ear. While he would be unable to speak to them he would atleast understand the language around him and that was more important as he could play himself off as a mute if he so desired.

He grabbed his scythe but other than that carried no other weapon and took no speeder as he started walking to the West towards the city of Wyldar, expecting to get there early in the morning if he kept at the pace. Though even now the sun began to set on the world and he was unsure of the temperature change on the world so he did bring with him some basic supplies he could carry on his back without too much effort. He felt like he was being watched though, like something was nearby but unseen. He was not sure if it was paranoia or not but he would learn soon.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Alexandra Imura"]

Day 2
Hour 2

Solan sighed as he looked outside the thermal tent he was sitting in, his hands messing with a stun pistol that he had taken and stored in the equipment that he had taken with him. He had been following a path that seemed to go in two directions and was sure he was going west but it was just taking a rather long time for him to get much of anywhere. So much so that he had begin to map the stars above him as it was few times he saw the look of the stars from the surface of the planet. Infact it put his mind at ease to be out here in the wilderness... almost. For the last hour he had been trying not to sleep as the nightmares were back and he had woken screaming enough that anything nearby would probably think he was dead. That didn't make the pains stop though as he held onto his head once more, the pain spiking and he grit his teeth as it pushed on his mind. He would not let the memories win over his mind and with that spikes of pain shot through the force as he screamed again.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Day 2
Hour 3

Solan's hands gripped at his head and he stumbled out of the tent as he shook it. The deaths replaying in his mind as he felt the burns and the pain of everyone around him once more. He couldn't take it but he couldn't stop it as sht pains played again, and again, and again. "GET OUT." He shouted into the night, his hands pulling at his hair as he knelt there and stared at the back of his eyelids. With each spike solan's connection to the force flared and a wave of pressure energy pushed out around him. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD." The pain was too much, it crushed on his head, it played scenarios he know has not happened but could. He saw people dying, he saw Genieve dying, he saw [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] dying, he saw [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] dying, even [member="Seanna Vel"] dying as well. He saw Romeo's death from what he had heard, he saw the deaths of the innocents of makeb, he saw the deaths of those he himself killed. Those he burned, those that he gutted, impaled. He couldn't take it, all the death and pain and sadness.

 

[Miarta]

Miarta was strolling through the woods, a small bag of credits in hand. Pickpocketing wasn't something she enjoyed having to resort too, but she needed to eat. She was spending some time out in the woods though, as her last target had caught her and and she didn't fancy the idea of being thrown into a cell. As she walked she heard screaming in the distance. The pureblood followed the sound, curious about it's cause. She came upon a small clearing with a tent and some insane man screaming. "Um... Are you alright?" [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 3

Solan's eyes ran over the ground and up to look at the visage of a sith having found him but his realization of someone finding him only lasted for a moment as his head started shouting inside him once more. It wanted him to kill her, gut her, burn her, anything. She was a Sith, they were nothing but a people who brought death. He curled up on the ground from where he knelt, holding himself back as he shouted at himself to stop thinking that. She had shown no being like that of the force order that took the pureblood's names for their own. "S-stop it... STOP THINKING THAT." He gripped at his head once more before shaking and unable to stop the thoughts and the pain that left him on the floor.

 

[Miarta]

Miarta raced over to him, worry showing plain as day on her face. The caring artist pulled a med kit from her small backpack out and laid it on the ground beside him. She had no idea what to really do to help him. She reached out slowly to place a hand on his shoulder. He appeared insane, but she wasn't so sure about that. There must be some part of his mind that would be capable of saving. Surely she could help him. "Sir, can you tell me your name? I won't harm you I swear. I'm Miarta." [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Alexandra Imura"] [member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 4
Minute 1:30

Solan's hands gripped at his head tighter as he felt her hand, his mind telling him she was going to attack, that she would kill and gut him and it took him eeverything not to attack. That is until his eye opened slightly and he saw a saber, immediately his hands left his head and reached out as he tackled her out of no where, fueling his strength with the force and pulling out a blade which he held at her throat with a slow breath. "Who are you, are you a sith..."

 

[Miarta]

"My name is Miarta. I may be a Sith Pureblood, but I do not belong to the Sith. I used to be a Jedi Padawan until my master left. Now I am an artist... among other things. The only weapon I carry is a vibrosword which as you can see it still in its sheath. I mean you no harm. I want to help you," Miarta remained calm despite the blade at her neck. She recited her name and a brief description of herself slowly and carefully, making sure to word things in a manner that wasn't likely to anger him. She even told him what weapon she carried and where it was located so he could take it from her if he chose too. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 4
Minute 2:00

Solan looked at the girl before pulling the blade from her throat as he stood slowly and breathed in, holding his head for a few moments before speaking to her once more before sighing. "Look, i apologize, but you really shouldn't just walk up to someone like me. You were lucky i was able to hold back from right out slitting your throat without allowing you to utter a scream..." He pushed his own blade back into its sheath as he let his hand rest on the pommel before heading over to his tent and sliding down and sitting.

 

[Miarta]

"And what do you mean by someone like you? Alot of people say I'm not someone to be approached, but I find myself to be rather friendly," Miarta smiled, lowering her hood as she spoke. She was wearing a long black cloak over a leather-like black vest and pants. Heavy black combat style boots covered her feet as well. She walked a bit closer to the tent and sat down, still smiling at him. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

"I just... you are and... look im not the most stable of people right now, you should leave before i hurt you without meaning to. I really do not want to be responsible for any harm that comes to you miss especially considering i do not know you and i do not know about you, though i think it would only be worse to know you in my state." She would see him still holding his head and acting like he was debating something as his hand flexed around the grip of the blade he still had in his hand, thinking on if she was an enemy or not.

 

[Miarta]

"Please I'd like to help you. I know a bit about healing... I can help myself if I get hurt. Will you let me? Just for a few days let me stay with you and try to help you. It's clear that something is very wrong, maybe talking will help? "Miarta suggested, sounding almost as if she were begging. The young artist turned pickpocket had a desperate drive to help anyone she thought was suffering, and the way this man appeared right now she knew he was in need of help. The girl was also tired of being alone, so maybe they could help each other? [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"] [member="Alexandra Imura"]

Day 2
Hour 4
Minute 4:32

Solan sighed as his eyes ran to look at the side of nothingness once more, thinking and debating if it were a good idea to let one of them, one of these sith into his perimeter of safety before sighing and just waving his hand as he laid back. "You can stick around but no touching or getting within a yard of me or else i will be forced to consider you an enemy and will not hesitate to kill you..." He paused and a cocky smile appeared on his face as he sat up enough to look her in the eyes with a grin. "... That, or we might get into some fun, the last sith i hung out with got a bit closer than you can think of im sure." He left that in the air as he laid back again.

 

[Miarta]

Miarta merely rolled her eyes and replied with her own snarky comment. "Right, and I was once found in bed with the Jedi Grandmaster," Miarta taunted, giggling a bit. The statement wasn't entirely false, but no one needed to know that. "I'll agree to your rules as long as nothing bad happens to you, but if you somewhere manage to physically harm yourself I am going to heal you. Threaten me all you like, I have no reason to fear you as I will do nothing to put you in harms way. And should you feel the need to talk to someone I will listen," Miarta continued in a much kinder tone of voice. She truly did intend to do anything and everything she could to help this man. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

"Which one?" He smiled as she got into a bit of a situation he was not going to let drop. After all if she wanted to beat his level of snarkyness, then she was going to have to try harder than that and it made him smile much more. His hands came to his lap and he sat up before staring directly at her. "Whats your name?"

 

[Miarta]

"Miarta, and I'll let you take a guess as to which grandmaster it was," she replied with a slight laugh. It appeared she had his attention now. The girl unclasped her cloak and threw it to the side, revealing the moderately sexy leather-like outfit beneath it. She smirked a little, waiting for a reaction from him. The Sith Pure-blood had a feeling she'd get an interesting look and a snarky comment from him for the way she was dressed. [member="Solan Charr"]