First Reply The Line Begins Anew

[Mithara Cohen]

Euceron​

There was a loud gasp as Mithara woke up, giving a small coughing fit as he rolled to the side as the desert sand filled him in areas he did not want to feel. Slowly leaning up, he would feel the harsh wind blow around him as he had encamped in a small rock structure that had several indentures in it, keeping him free of the elements. Coughing a few more times, he tried to use his canteen but it was empty to which he tossed to the ground. The month had been a literal hell. After escaping from the Tombs that had given him his unusual powers, he had been captured by the Azanti and released for sport. He had been able to get away a few times but time was slowly running out, they were numerous as he was merely one. There was a small whine as it started to increase in pitch. Giving a small swear, Mithara slowly staggered to get up to only then see it pass by and launch a net straight out at Mithara, encasing him and quickly pulling him across the dune as the people hooted and hollered on their expensive speeders.

"We got ourselves a live one! Keep him pulled for the soup!"
"Yes the soup, hehehahahah!"

It was safe to say these Azanti had long since lost their mind in a few areas. Smashing his shoulder into a large rock, Mithara screamed out as his eyes started to flutter a bit as he tried to gather any form of energy to escape. There was a slight...nagging at the back of his mind. It was building up in his own very soul, a small light that wished to escape. Every time Mithara refused or ignored it, it started to grow within him, it started to become almost aware of its situation. Mitharas eyes would start to give an odd glow of red as he smashed into another rock, almost fracturing his left shoulder this time as he finally screamed out as the area around him burst into flames. The flames were so hot, it melted the metal ropes around him as if it was paper and the sand around him started to turn into glass. Tumbling a few times onto the sand, he stopped as the speeder turned as a few Azanti looked back in surprise and spoke quickly, trying to pull up their blaster rifles in time with Mithara getting up barely in time to respond.

At that point, the pain became to much from the past month as Mithara lost control, screaming out in pure pain as half a kilometer area, ceased to exist of sand or rock, anything made of metal not known as Beskar or better became slag, beings that had existed on the speeder, had become skeletons of their former selves. The place had become engulfed what could only be described, as if hell itself came to the planet and burned everything alive around this one man. The Force would echo a disturbance, almost as if something was disrupted in the natural order of the Force. The feeling would be as if something was born but only once again, as if time itself was finally starting to repeat itself. Fire crackled on near Mithara as he stood there, unharmed by the fire yet surrounded by large shards of glass, rocks turned into sections of cheap gems and metal that looked brand new but destroyed in ways unimaginable. Looking exhausted, he merely stood there as he panted as he felt all the energy he had become drained out of his body but as a result, the Force reacted to him as if he was not a candle in the force, but a torch that can be felt from miles away. With almost no energy left, he would kneel and slowly, pass out on the glass.

 

[Tyaxiv]

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Peaceful Chaos had never been to a desert before. They had been to few planets before, one of the downsides of living in interstellar space. Still, they wouldn't have minded not ever being to a desert. The sand was rough and coarse, and itched at their scales. Their species was naturally hot blooded, and the suns beating down on them were not helping. how had they even gotten into this situation? Lost in a desert with nothing but their headdress and droid, which lay deactivated, floating beside them as they carried it in the force.

The answer was the same as it always was. Xivoch loved to toy with them. Thrusting the often calm wyrru into the most odd and chaotic situations. They had just been trying to get a shuttle to nearby moon, instead they ended up on a shuttle stolen by pirates, and not just any pirates but the ones who had "found" them when they were young. After that it was one happy accident after another. Though they were glad to have avoided the pirates. While they weren't threatening, they were uncomfortably friendly with Peaceful Chaos.

They traveled in silence for several more hours, following instincts as their thoughts drifted. The sand beneath continued to scratch and dig at their scales and the sun, now low in the sky, cast it's last few rays over the waste. The low light only accented what happened next. As they crested a dune, the wyrru sees before them, a sea of fire. Appropriate, for a planet who's sun burned their flesh and very earth digged between their scales like the best made Swarming Stinger.

It wasn't a sea.
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It was a man. A man who's spirit burned. They could feel it in the force, twisting and turning reminiscent of flames.
A man who's gift of the force burned, and in turn burned those around him. This they could see, those very same flames of spirit dancing before their eyes, lighting up the valley between dunes, cresting over the end of the far dune. They were lucky to be so far away.

It was a man who was scared.
The fear tasted bitter to their tongue. Fear and hunger and pain, and the strong, willful repetition of "I don't want to die"​

Then the fire was gone. All that remained was a field of glass and gems.
Then the spirit was gone. Leaving behind the exhausted form of a man, and an after image in the force. It had been too bright, too active, to sense what it was saying in the moment. But with the fire gone, with the spirit gone, they could read it like the after image of a supergiant blue star - one of the brightest in the universe - burned into their eyelid. It showed them birth, or rebirth, if one wanted to think of it that way. A hitch in time, the handiwork of Stytakak. Why did the Siblings always have to mess with them? One that made this a new birth, but also a second birth, much like the celebration of Xadok Tyt.

Encouraged by the force, and the welcoming presence of the third Sibling, Kortaknak, Peaceful Chaos made their way down to the form of the human male. He was young, even for human standards, but the force glowed around him.

It also fought. He didn't know what to do with it, how to settle it.
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Making a spit second decision, Peaceful Chaos turns to the man and lifts him, careful of any injuries as they move.
Though it was unnoticeable earlier, with the glassy earth they could just make out a shallow burrow nestled beneath a rock. Inside was the charred skeleton of the previous occupant, some kind of winged lizard. The burrow was narrow and long, barely tall enough to hold the human if he had been sitting up. Nor was it well defensible, easily noticeable in the glass and poorly protected. The gemstone behind it wasn't nearly as strong as the rock it had been before. None the less it would work for now. The night was getting cold, and humans couldn't survive the cold as easily as wyrru.

 

[Mithara Cohen]

There was a long silence in his mind, his mind feeling as if the wind would blow endlessly without end. The glass around him would barely touch his skin, as if afraid to damage someone such as him. When he was lifted up, his skin felt hot to the touch, as if a human was burning with fever but in reality, the abilities he had allowed himself to survive temperatures well beyond normal standards. He never knew about being brought into a small burrow of glass and gemstone that he unknowingly created, nor did he know a single thing about the creatures around him, this unusual being known as Peaceful Chaos.

After an hour, the being would attempt to struggle to awaken, his body starting to give a bit of cracking noise, as if his skin cracked apart a bit from the clothing that scarred into his body. There was a small groan as his eyes attempted to flutter open, his hair miraculously never once catching aflame, possibly from a few experiences doing this already. He would try to turn but felt his body refuse his commands, he was injured a bit badly but all the same, he felt that mysterious energy slowly working on his body, as if trying to unravel the damage done onto him. His eyes were hazed over as he tried to speak, it was a quiet bit of words, not knowing where he was.

"Have I encountered....the crystalline gates?"
Tyaxiv

 

[Tyaxiv]

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The man was burning hot. So much so that he was almost on par with the heat of the Wyrru. Still, they would refrain from touching him, if only to be safe. The sun set and the glass cooled. It was smooth to the touch beneath their scales, a start contrast to the rough bite of sand. As the hour passed, Peaceful Chaos found themselves thinking on the man. He was powerful in the force, but uncontrolled, even more so than most short lived species. Much like themselves, the human had an affinity to fire. Already they could feel the force healing those burns it caused. He would need help, if he wanted to be something other than dangerous, to others and himself.

In the end, the first sign of consciousness were words. Of course they were. Near the mouth of the cave, the droid boots up with a force applied push of a button. Still, it was too slow to catch the first part of the sentence.
What were the crystalline gates? The did not know, the human was still weak, and unlikely to answer their question. They asked nonetheless, spines clattering quietly as the spoke, soon drowned out by the noise of the droid translating. "What are the crystalline gates?" It was a small question, but one that pulsed with deep curiosity in the force. Then again many of their questions were the same. They came from a curious race after all, and were one of its most curious members.

 

[Mithara Cohen]

The noise of the droid would jolt Mithara up for a moment, only for him to hit his head on the gemstone above his head as he groaned. Moving his hands, he tried to rub the water and gunk out of his eyes, barely being able to see.

"I just heard a droid...there is no Crystalline Gates to the next life. It means...when one is to die, there was to be a set of gates to pass through, rumored to be made of Crystalline, like gemstones and crystals."

Finally being able to be seen, he would look towards the noise of the droid as he tried to identify it but his head was hazy, nor could he accurately figure out what was near him. He was very groggy and was wondering if he was even hallucinating as he spoke again.

"Did...did you pull me in here droid?"

Tyaxiv

 

[Tyaxiv]

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Peaceful Chaos studied the human before them as he spoke of the after life. They didn't agree with him, but that didn't matter right now. Now they were worried about getting out of this dessert. The human was still injured, and likely dehydrated to boot. They'd have to find water, but they didn't want to leave the man here. They had seen the destroyed speeder and skeletons in it. If there were more people after him, he'd be an easy target right not. The droid began to translate again, drawing their attention away from the depressing thoughts.

"I didn't save you." The droid said, "They did." Taking the cue, Peaceful Chaos made their way into the line of sight of the human, narrow and poor as it was. Had Mithara's sight been clearer, he would have seen the spines moving at the base of the tail as they signed. As it was, the most he saw was an odd snake like being with brilliant scales and a hammerhead shaped head. One that seemed to sport thin deer like horns and feathers. "Well met. I believe that's the common colloquial greeting of this galaxy? I'm Tyaxiv, of they wyrru species. Who are you?" They doubted he was conscious enough to answer the question, though they asked it nonetheless.

Overhead, the planet's moons sent scattered lighting through the sand and glass burrow, painting the three figured beneath in dappled lighting, highlighting the weak points in the glass above. It was beautiful in a way, though the lighting it provided was poor.

 

[Mithara Cohen]

Smacking his lips a little from dehydration, it was not unusual to feel it after long expeditions in places unforgotten by time itself. However it feels double when you expend nearly all your energy in one accidental attack. Leaning up slowly as his eyes started to see again, to see those in front of him. A droid did not save me? Then he heard the translation of some strange...snake like creature as he tried to see it but sadly he was still recovering. Tyaxiv? That was a species he never heard of...and he heard of a lot of them. It asked him a name...blinking a few more, he stretched his back as he tried to sit up, seeing the sun slowly push through the glass.

"My name...it is Mithara, I am an archeologist. Well met is a correct term...I was attending to one of the nearby ruins when I was attacked and hunted down by these...people. My head is foggy but they...they have tongues that enter through the ear and literally, almost eat your brains. Immortal to nearly...some could live for a thousand years and these...these people are like cultists."

He groaned for a moment to lean forward to study the species before him, not daring to touch said individual yet he was still weakened and did not want to test how a being such as this moved him.

"How did you all get out here? You do not seem...equipped for the desert."
Tyaxiv

 

[Tyaxiv]

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A near immortal people? Peaceful Chaos yearned to meet them to talk to some who live as long as them, if not longer. Still, they sounded violent. Not the kind of people to meet in a situation such as this. Best to come back with better weapons and reinforcements if things turned sour.

"You're correct. My placement here was an accident. It seems that Xivoch has bored of my calm life and decided to send more chaos my way. Suffice to say, there were pirates involved." Chances were high that mitharir would mistake that for slavers, as pirates were so often slavers too, but no. It was just some old "friends." Looking him over, their spines snapped in a close equivalent of a sigh. "You don't look well. I may need to carry you when we move. If these hunters are as violent as you say, then i'd like to get out of here before it gets too hot to travel. This'll be the first place they check."

There was also the small issue of water. While the wyrru had plenty of raw elements on them, hydrogen and oxygen kept safe in small reinforced emergency containers in the droid, they were no farmer. They didn't know how to harvest it into the water molecule. Even so, it would be far too little for the human before them. The species required water on a much more regular basis than the wyrru.

Already the sun set patterns dancing through the glass, chasing off the last of the freezing air. They had spent the whole night in the burrow, sequestered away from the world. With the sun rising, the world was soon to come looking for them. or at least for him. The man who had been born twice. Already his spirit burned brighter, rejuvenated by the nights rest, however little it was. Still it was barely a candle flame compared the supergiant star it was earlier. He was lucky to have been gifted such raw potential. Though the Wyrru doubted he could learn the more subtle techniques of their species. Human lifespans were just too short to grasp them.

They pulled themselves back on track with deliberate force. "Speaking of your health. How dire is your dehydration right now?"

 

[Mithara Cohen]

Mithara would shake his head on being carried, he would very slowly try to move as it pained him visibly but slowly he was able to move. The Force would slowly swell into his body again, as if giving his the energy required to move and more so, survive. The sun was setting indeed, it was becoming cooler each moment and yet, his wounds were starting to pull together even if incredibly slow. That candle in his body was starting to burn more brightly as he spoke with a little conviction.

"I...I will be able to move. Maybe a bit slow but can move. As for dehydration...not the worst but probably another days worth. If only we have a divining rod...two pieces of metal, wood...anything straight. The Force can guide me to a water source if I focus on it."

He would groan and slowly leave his en cropping, taking his time to get up as it was very slow. As he stood straight up, it was more noticeable that he was more fit for these conditions than most but right now, a new risk was in the back of his mind. Pirates...that was the last thing he needed. Azanti and Pirates. One will enslave you, another will eat your brains. This just got worse.

Tyaxiv

 

[Tyaxiv]

They had been travelling for hours now. Peaceful Chaos had eventually given the human two of his daggers to use for his guiding. They had yet to find any water.
"are you sure this is the right direction?" The droid translated the message, though from the amount of times Peaceful Chaos had asked, the human likely understood the signs himself.

The sun beat hot overhead, and the sand scratched at their scales. They could feel it rubbing the tender skin beneath raw. They'd need a salve for it later. Ahead of them rose a huge cliff, made of striped stone. Dead brush seemed to grow on the side of the cliff. No, not dead. Simply hiding. They could feel the life pulsing within them. Had they come to the cliff after a desert storm, the cliff would've been bursting with greens and purples. Instead the most delicate parts of the plant, that in charge of collecting water, was hiding, letting the dull green stems, seemingly dead at first glance, with it's brittle appearance and almost brown coloring, collect its sunlight.

Silence reigned for a time, unnoticeable to Peaceful Chaos. "How'd you end up in the middle of a dessert anyway?" Might as well make conversation as they walked. Above them, a dessert bird flew. It had bright white feathers, to reflect most of the heat, and long tail feathers that not only helped steer, but also released excess heat. It shrieked a multilayered cry, four eyes inspecting the odd beings bellow. They were far from it's nest, and no danger to the little ones. It would let them pass.

"And how'd you come by that gift of yours? BY the show last night, the force wasn't always as strong in you. What did you do to have Stytakak give you more?" Stytakak was often the one who gifted people the force, Xivoch could do it, they had in the past, but it was much rarer and often seen as a sign of much chaos in their future. Sometimes Peaceful Chaos wondered if Xivoch had given them their force.

 

[Mithara Cohen]

Using these strange daggers, he used them for guiding as he been mainly guessing where he been going. He could been described as prideful, something he had not yet overcame just yet. The Sun had beaten them overhead, yet at time went on, he felt the daggers move a little as he saw the huge cliff made of stone with dead looking bushes nearby. Blinking a few times, he would carefully move on over to them. Grabbing one or two rocks that were face down, he would turn one over and very carefully lick the underside of any moisture that was on them, turning a rather large one for the serpents as he...did not know if they needed substance or not.

"It is not much...but at least it is something I remember learning. Stick to the cliff, maybe we find a way around here...middle of the desert...well, the Azanti took me as sport from their world of Azant, I was exploring a Tomb there and...the locals did not take kindly to it so I became sport."

Looking up to see this desert bird, he blinked a few times at the unique sight of it as it cawed loudly at them before going away, having a unique call for such a creature. Going on over closer to the cliff, he would grip onto the side of the cliff and tug a few times, looking for loose stones to pull creatures out of but sadly, it seemed rather firm. Hearing the question, he paused for a moment as he had to remind himself later to ask on Stytakak.

"I...I went into a tomb with a group of people. We awakened some form of spirit and usually I am prepared to deal with them...not that time. It attempted to burn every single one of us to death but decided I should be the one to walk the galaxy as it had. He was in my head for a while to but...I don't hear him no more. Said I was to carry on their curse...which I assume was this...power it gave me. It feels volatile...reacts to my emotions."

Tyaxiv

 

[Tyaxiv]

So it wasn't from Stytakak, it was from Xivoch. The scholar inside of Peaceful Chaos burst to the forefront, "All your emotions, even joy? Or does it just react to more fire like emotions such as anger? If that were the case it wouldn't have reacted to the fear and instinctive wish of living back in the valley? Does it only allow you to use fire, what about regular force techniques?" Question after question fire through the droid as the wyrru approached one of the planets. They ignored the stones with their pitiful amounts water. Instead they broke off a branch with a sharp snap, revealing watery sap dripping from within. Taking a small amount of chemicals from the droid's compartment, they tested the liquids for basic poisons by mixing them individually with the liquids. None turned colors.
"This is safe to drink, and has much more liquids in it."

The broken branch of the plant was already healing up. Wait, no it wasn't. The leaves from inside had formed a thin tube like cap, shriveling up and drying in the heat, effectively cauterizing the wound. "Smart plant." It was signed to themselves, but the droid translated it as they spoke. Peaceful Chaos wished they had their sketch book with them, to document the flora. Their species had little documentation of this planet in particular.

They set about gathering several branches, drinking the liquids as best they could and saving more for later. "Yes, the cliff face is a good idea. There will be shade as the day goes on, and more creatures may reveal themselves in the cooler air. I can feel some bellow us. I believe most of the surface bound species are subterranean, to avoid the heat. It would make sense, the roots of these plants would provide a much more nutritious meal than the outer shell."
As the droid translated, a small creature, hanging to the wall by its eight legs, scuttled out of its burrow, the hard exoskeleton shell blending near seamlessly with the rock. A long tongue caught a branch of the plants and broke it off, trailing sap as it flew back to the things arrow headed mouth. The outer shell was broken and left as the lizard began to eat the water rich leaves within.