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Private The Swamps of Dagobah


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Location: Dagobah
Tags: Aziraphale Aziraphale

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Behind enemy lines Ko fell victim to a trap. One that part of him saw coming. It was one of those hope for the best, prepare for the worst scenarios. He learned of a situation where an Alliance Agent on Eiradu was under threat of being discovered. Ko set out to retrieve the agent and hopefully save them from being captured by Sith counter intelligence.

However, it turned out to be a trap to lure others to the agent’s aid. The strategic placement of an interdictor or two forced Ko’s hand to retreat further into Sith space instead of hopping back into friendly territory. Leaving Ko to be stuck in a hectic chase through multiple systems.
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Ko and his starfighter finally snapped back into real space after finally having gained enough distance to enter hyperspace. The overwhelming energy of Dagobah flooded Ko’s senses as it suddenly 'appeared' to him in orbit. The astromech on his ship communicated to Ko where they were. “Pretty far from home. Fuels too low to do another jump right?” Ko asked the astromech who proceeded to confirm Ko’s concerns. “That means they can take us here. I’m gonna take us into Dagobah’s atmosphere to hide us from our pursuers, they could be arriving here any moment.” Ko said before he dove the ship into the upper atmosphere of the swamp planet.

“Cut the power, we can’t let them pick up on our energy signatures. I’m gonna cruise the ship onto the surface.” The astromech protested against such a reckless approach but Ko assured the droid that he could make it work. So the droid cut off the ships power. Causing it to star careening into the planet like a meteor as the ship began to be set ablaze from reentry. The hull was holding up well enough against the thermal energy. However, starfighters weren’t very aerodynamic. So Ko wasn’t really able to control their decent very well. But he managed to guide the falling ship subtly enough through The Force.

Eventually once the ship broke through the dense clouds Ko had the ship skim over a mucky lake before finally beaching itself on its muddy shore like a giant mechanical whale. Ko had braced himself through The Force to keep himself from suffering any injury from the sudden deacceleration.

Quickly Ko began to unfasten himself to the cockpit and open it up. Exiting the ship he made sure the astromech he was stuck with was okay as well. Other than some charring from being exposed to reentry it is fine. The starfighter however wasn’t in such good shape. Taking on much more stress after turning into a fireball and crashing in the muddy beach they found themselves on. “Well, they sure as hell ain’t gonna find us here. This planet is so lush. Using scanners to find my life signature would be like finding a needle in a stack of slightly larger needles.”
 

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Aziraphale was collecting rare and exotic amphibians that lived almost exclusively on the planet of Dagobah—a task that many would call hopeless, bordering on madness, for good reason. The creatures he sought were practically the stuff of legend. Each species was an evolutionary oddity, and locating even one was akin to catching starlight in a jar.

The translucent amphibian so delicate that its skin rippled with the faint glow of bioluminescent algae it had symbiotically bonded with. This peculiar trait rendered it virtually invisible amidst Dagobah's perpetual mist, save for the fleeting shimmer it left behind as it darted into shadow. They nested exclusively in hollowed-out, centuries-old gnarltrees, whose trunks exuded a particular resin so pungent it deterred even the most determined predators. To find one, Aziraphale would need to locate a gnarltree during its brief blooming season—an event that occurred once every seventy-seven years—then hope the amphibian deigned to be present.

Then there was the Singing Newt, a creature so elusive it had only been documented in the fevered writings of a half-mad naturalist. According to legend, the newt's song could calm storms and lure swamp predators into a trance. However, it only sang during the planet's rare solar eclipses, and even then, only if the ambient temperature fell precisely within a five-degree window. The catch? Eclipses on Dagobah were famously unpredictable due to the planet's erratic orbit, and the swamp's humidity played havoc with any temperature-regulating gear Aziraphale brought along.

And who could forget the Fang-Toad, a carnivorous, venomous oddity whose diet consisted solely of a particular type of marsh wasp. These wasps, unfortunately, were notorious for building nests that hung over sinkholes filled with sulfuric acid. To make matters worse, the fang-toad itself was nocturnal and shunned light, which meant any attempt to observe one required a combination of blind luck and a significant tolerance for being bitten by the planet's myriad mosquito-like pests.

The sheer rarity of these creatures wasn't due to their specific requirements or natural camouflage, though that was daunting enough. Dagobah itself seemed to conspire against would-be collectors. The swamp was an ever-shifting labyrinthine hellscape of sinking mud, uncharted caves, and root systems. Maps were a joke, and compasses were useless thanks to the planet's magnetic anomalies. And let's not forget the ecosystem's other residents—hulking reptiles, quicksand slugs, and unnervingly intelligent predatory birds that seemed to mock anyone foolish enough to tread there.

But Aziraphale was undeterred. These creatures, as rare and absurdly elusive as they were, would fetch a very pretty credit if they could be harvested. A collector's market existed for everything, after all, and few could resist the allure of owning a creature so exotic it might as well be a myth.

The air was heavy with the damp, earthy aroma of Dagobah's endless swamp when a sudden burst of light split the perpetual gloom. The sky lit up as something metallic streaked overhead, trailing smoke before crashing into the muck with an earsplitting thoom. For a brief moment, even the symphony of croaks, clicks, and eerie howls that defined Dagobah fell silent in the wake of the intrusion.

Aziraphale turned, adjusting his thoroughly mud-splattered coat and wiping swamp grime from his gloves. "Well, that's... unexpected," he muttered, squinting toward the plume of smoke rising in the distance. "Who could possibly be in a place like this?" His curiosity, already piqued by the strange flashes of light, soon outweighed his frustration at the day's fruitless tromping through the swamp.

He took a moment to glance at his pack, where his assortment of nets, jars, and vials remained depressingly empty. Even the promise of a fortune in rare amphibians hadn't managed to compensate for the endless bug bites, the treacherous footing, and the overwhelming stench of Dagobah's murky waters. His last attempt to capture a Luminous Veil-Skitter had ended with him flat on his back in a patch of carnivorous moss—an experience he was in no hurry to repeat.

"Perhaps a brief detour," he mused, already convincing himself that investigating the crash was the logical course of action. Surely, whoever had crash-landed would have little use for their ship's supplies now, and it would be terribly wasteful to let them sink into the swamp.

Pulling his coat tighter against the damp chill, Aziraphale set off toward the crash site, his boots squelching in the mud with every step.

As he trudged toward the rising column of smoke, Aziraphale couldn't shake the feeling that the swamp was watching him. The amphibians he sought might have been elusive, but something about the stillness of the trees and the way the mist seemed to curl unnaturally around his path suggested that Dagobah wasn't done playing tricks on him yet.

He spotted a familiar silhouette—a Keldor, unmistakable in their distinctive mask and robes. Aziraphale's senses sharpened as he recognized the Force signature accompanying the figure, a signature that stirred a memory. It was the young boy he had once plucked from afront the jaws of a dragon like predator some time ago.

A slow, predatory smile curled across Aziraphale's lips. The boy, now grown, was clearly no longer a mere Padawan but carried himself with the weight of experience—and perhaps, a touch of arrogance. Aziraphale masked his own Force signature effortlessly, cloaking his presence in the same shadowy subtlety that had served him so well in the past.

He couldn't resist the allure of tormenting a lost Jedi. After all, what better sport was there than unraveling the composure of someone who fancied themselves noble and untouchable? The last time they had crossed paths, the Keldor was just a wide-eyed apprentice, still wet behind the ears and clinging to idealistic Jedi platitudes.

Now, as Aziraphale watched from the cover of the swamp's gnarled roots and curling mist, he wondered just how much the boy had changed—and how far he could push him before those Jedi teachings began to crack.

Ko's every sense screamed danger as the mists coiled unnaturally, parting just enough to reveal a figure standing amidst the tangled roots of a gnarltree. Aziraphale. His silhouette was half-obscured, but the glint of his piercing gaze shone through the fog.

"My, my," Aziraphale drawled, his tone honeyed with mock concern. "You look positively wretched, little Jedi. Lost, exhausted... ah, and ill-prepared for Dagobah's more unforgiving hospitality." He stepped closer, the mud barely making a sound beneath his careful stride. His voice carried a chilling steadiness, like a serpent offering a lullaby before the strike.
 
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A second before the fog gently cleared some Ko sensed the approach of something. His expression frowned some behind his mask as he turned around to face what was approaching him. He hadn’t expected to find anyone here. Even with its storied past, Dagobah was still just… Dagobah.

Ko didn’t quite recognize the approaching individual but sensed a concerning air of malice from them. He wondered how they recognized him as a Jedi so quickly without his typical robes on. Then quickly recalled that the emblem was like emblazoned over his crashed starfighter. After they spoke Ko’s astromech let out a low hum of concern. Worrying now about the possible dangers they may face now on this planet.

As Ko helped set the astromech onto the muddy ground he spoke back to the winged man. “It’s been a long day. I’m sure you understand well enough that my kind aren’t quite welcomed here.” Ko’s words held a bit of a double meaning. Being unwelcome as a Jedi in sith space and as a Kel Dor in such a lush and vegetated planet.

“Are you an outdoorsman who’s made a living here in these swamps? I apologize if I’ve happened to trespassed onto your backyard.” Ko said in a mildly respectful tone. Not trusting the persona approaching them now but not wanting to be rude if they weren’t actually a threat to him. He couldn’t sense the force within them anyways.
 

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Aziraphale smiled deviously, his expression laced with mockery. "Oh, precious child," he practically purred, the tone rich and syrupy with menace. His clawed hand extended, fingers trailing with a chilling intimacy as they brushed Ko's cheek. "How sorrowful it is that you do not recognize your savior. I think we shall remedy this. I should quite like to see how you've grown."

The sharp, predatory curve of his lips deepened as his hand slid lower, caressing the Keldor's neck with an almost tender touch before gripping it firmly. His fingers wrapped around with unnatural precision, each one securing its hold as if the Force itself had manifested in his grip. All at once, Ko felt the suffocating presence of the stranger's power. But this was no tranquil current, no gentle flow of harmony he was accustomed to—it was raw, unrelenting will, a projection of domination that crashed down on him like a tidal wave.

Aziraphale pulled him closer, his strength overwhelming, and in a single motion swept Ko off his feet. Blackened wings exploded outward, unfurling like a storm's curtain to blot out the gray-green skies of Dagobah. The fetid swamp water churned and rippled from the force of their movement, the heavy mist parting briefly before swallowing the scene again. The air reeked of damp rot and the clinging musk of decayed vegetation.

With a single powerful leap, Aziraphale launched them both from the muck and mire. His wings beat down hard, stirring up sprays of murky water and tangling vines. Dagobah's shadowy canopy raced past in a blur of dark greens and browns as they ascended, the oppressive weight of the swamp giving way to the open, leaden sky above.

 

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‘Precious Child?’ Who did this guy think he was talking like that to him? That’s how Ko felt as they approached. Unsure if this was someone who he should know or recognize or some poor soul who’d been huffing in swamp fog for far too long. “Savior?” Ko repeated, questioning the stranger.

The Kel Dor took a step back some as they began to caress him. Starting to feel very weirded out but the forwardness of this individual. Perhaps they really were stranded here and had started to lose themselves to the endless bogs and swamps of Dagobah. Perhaps Ko should pity them. But it was too late for any of that as they suddenly had a firm hold on his neck. “Gak!”

The mood and energy of the moment changed quickly as hidden wings practically exploded from the stranger’s back. The Kel Dor now sensed the negativity that had been boiling beneath the surface. As he was raised up Ko felt as though he had been blasted through the thick canopy above as branches and vines were battered against his body in an instant. Memories rushed back into his mind like a suppressed instinct coming to light once more. Recalling how this same person had caught and saved him from certain doom brought on by a draconic apocalypse.

Naturally one of Ko’s clawed hands reached up to try and free his neck from their tight grip. Sensing that they weren’t here to help, Ko tried to gain some control of his body as to not be at the complete mercy of this winged man. Maybe this time he can keep himself from getting toyed with. He didn’t need this twisted guardian angel.

Ko would bring his legs up and attempt to wrap them around the angel’s waist to better secure himself with them. The more out of body perspective afforded to Ko through The Force helping him get his bearings on the situation and orient himself. With his free hand, Ko cocked it back and clenched his claws into a tight fist. Using The Force to harden his hand like stone before launching it at his assailant with an uppercut to the abdomen trying to land a solid liver punch possibly stun them briefly.
 

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Aziraphale soared higher, the damp Dagobah air rushing past as Ko's struggles became more persistent. The Kel Dor had latched on tightly, his clawed legs wrapped around the winged man's waist like a vice. A flicker of genuine surprise crossed Aziraphale's face—an expression that quickly twisted into something more sinister as he recovered.

"So, you don't like my arrangements, little guest?" Aziraphale's voice was a silken sneer, each word carrying a mocking lilt. His clawed fingers pressed against Ko's chest with unnerving precision, digging in just enough to send a warning. When Ko's grip on his waist held firm, Aziraphale's annoyance deepened.

"Fine,"
he growled, his tone dripping with venom. "If you won't behave, perhaps a little trip to the valley will change your mind."

With that, Aziraphale's clawed hand shifted its attention to Ko's leg, sharp fingers tearing at the fabric and pressing against the muscle beneath. He sought to pry the Kel Dor off, his wings beating faster as he tried to unbalance his captive.

"You cling like a leech," Aziraphale hissed, his grip tightening. "Let's see how well you hold on when I tear you from myself."

 

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Ko still had no real idea who this guy even was. He didn’t know where they came from before, or what they were doing here now. He crash landed here to rid himself of Sith pursuit and now seemed trapped here with some sort of fallen angel. The blind Kel Dor didn’t really know how high up they were, the treeline disappearing from view for him. The two of them likely looked like some sort of large avian predator and its struggling prey.

Their altitude was enough to make Ko not wish to be dropped. “Grr! A good host wouldn’t abandon their guest would they?” Ko quipped back at his assailant. Suddenly he felt the stings of their claws reaching into the nook of his leg. Gasping through his antiox mask from their sharpness causing his leg to quickly retract. Causing his grip to falter.

Ko’s knowledge and skill in ataru didn’t really account for this kinetic of a situation. Ko didn’t really even like flying in his starfighter all that much let alone something like this. His body soon fell off of the winged man. Yet he still kept one point of contact with them Ko held onto their wrist tightly, now to dear life as he dangled from their arm. Things were happening so fast and chaotically that he wasn’t entirely sure what to do now. He hadn’t even drawn his weapons, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind yet.
 

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Aziraphale's laugh bubbled forth, devious and gleefully amused, as he pried the Keldor away with strength that belied his form. "I see your masters have failed to prepare you for such adversities," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "If you survive the fall and climb back up, I might consider you worthy of my time. You've been measured, little Keldor, and found lacking."

Without warning, he dove, plummeting downward and sweeping through the treetops of the swampy forest below. Branches cracked and splintered as the Keldor bore the brunt of the incoming barrage. Finally, with a sharp tug, he wrenched the Keldor completely free and tossed him down the sloped, sheer face of a jagged cliff.

The descent was unforgiving. Sharp rocks and gnarled foliage jutted from the cliffside, scraping and battering the falling figure. Trees twisted out from the craggy surface, their limbs snatching at him as he plunged. At the bottom lay a thick mire—a quagmire of dense, sucking muck, deceptively soft enough to cushion the final impact but deadly in its embrace.

The inky, stagnant water reeked of decay, littered with the remains of misfortunate creatures who had stumbled or been cast into its depths before. Massive carrion birds perched on nearby branches, their beady eyes glinting with morbid anticipation as they watched the newest addition tumble toward the sludge. It was all a matter of time, after all.
 

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As the winged man taunted Ko more, the Kel Dor’s grip tightened briefly, defiantly. Even as he began to get knocked and scrapped through the canopies. Even now Ko had fight within him. Tugging on the man’s arm and lifting himself up briefly for his other hand and claws to grip the front of their shirt.

Turning into a rather vain attempt at resistance before finally getting pulled off and chucked down. Ko’s body harshly impacted the edge of the cliff before falling off into the Bayou below. Letting out an anguished groan as he did so. The Jedi braced himself reflexively as he fell into more trees. Fearing that he might suffer a lethal impact once he actually collided with something more solid than a few branches.

In that moment he afforded himself a moment to reach into The Force to see if he could save himself. Just then his body collided and snagged onto a large collection of vines. Suddenly getting tangled in them softened his decent and rapidly deaccelerated his fall to a halt. Once it did Ko’s body eased up some as he found himself saved by the embrace of Dagobah’s vines.

For a moment as Ko hung over the slow moving water in the bayou bellow. Briefly wondering if perhaps he’d instinctually summoned the vines to his aid through the use of Plant Surge, or if it was just by chance that he managed to tangle himself up from his fall. Either way he felt a sense of gratitude to the nature that surrounded him and to Dagobah before hearing a sudden snap. Then another, and another before the vines holding Ko up finally broke under his weight.


“AHHG!” Ko shouted out before finally hitting the murky water below. It was shallow enough for him to get his footing in. His boots pressed against the sticky mud underneath as he stood back up in the shoulder height water. Once he did, Kel Dor got into a bit of a coughing fit. His mouth and throat began to burn and sour. His mask got a bit dislodged and some of the omnipresent toxic gas broke through. As Ko trudged his way into a muddy shore he reoriented and fixed the placement of his antiox mask. Letting out a sudden gaseous hiss as he did so. The Jedi needed a moment to settle down and recalibrate himself and his senses as well as process what just happened.
 

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Aziraphale perched on the jagged edge of the cliff, his dark wings folding neatly behind him. He watched Ko's descent with a gleeful grin, his icey eyes glinting with a wicked satisfaction. The chaotic tumble of branches, the snapping vines, and the muted splash of impact painted a symphony of struggle that he savored as though it were the finest art.

"How... quaint,"
he murmured to himself, the words laced with sardonic amusement. He lingered just a moment longer, ensuring his prey was well and truly grounded in the mire below. Then, with a final flick of his wings, Aziraphale turned his attention skyward.

The smoke from Ko's wrecked starfighter still curled upward, a beacon in the oppressive gloom of Dagobah's endless swamp. The corners of his mouth curled further into a smirk. "Can't have him stumbling back to that, now, can we?"

With effortless grace, he launched himself into the air, the powerful beats of his wings stirring the fetid air into a chaotic vortex below. The swamp receded into a blur of greens and browns as he soared toward the crash site.

When Aziraphale arrived, the scene was as he'd imagined—wreckage half-submerged in the muck, its once-proud frame reduced to a twisted amalgamation of scorched metal and leaking fuel. He landed softly atop the crumpled hull, his boots sinking slightly into the warped plating. With a low hum of concentration, he extended his clawed hands.

The Force swirled around him, an invisible tide bending to his will. His fingers twitched, and with them, the ship groaned audibly as its battered form began to rise. Layers of muck and tangled roots clung stubbornly to the vessel, but Aziraphale's will was inexorable. Slowly, methodically, he hoisted the wreckage into the air, his expression calm and unyielding despite the immense exertion.

"Up you go," he muttered, his tone dripping with mock benevolence. The starfighter hovered as though suspended by invisible strings, and Aziraphale carried it aloft as if it were nothing more than a child's toy. He glided toward a distant ridge, seeking the perfect perch for his prize.

Finally, he found it—a precarious outcropping of jagged stone, teetering high above the swamp. The edge jutted outwarda. Aziraphale alighted gracefully upon it, wings folding back as he guided the wreckage into place. The starfighter now balanced ominously, its weight threatening to tip it over the brink at the slightest provocation.

"That should do nicely," he said, brushing his hands together as if dusting off an invisible speck of dirt.


 

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Ko sat himself up against a mossy tree at the moment. Allowing himself to catch his breath. He had a number of cuts and scrapes and knew that he ought to provide himself a bit of first aid to ward off any infections in the stagnant environment of Dagobah might try to bestow upon him. With an achy arm Ko reached down to his jedi utility belt and opened up a small waterproof pouch that housed a bit of medical equipment.

Taking out some clean clothes disinfectant wipes Ko held onto firmly before loosening his robes some. Exposing his shoulder that now had a nasty laceration on it. He couldn’t quite remember if that was from the impact he took from hitting the edge of the cliff or from some branch that cut into him. He cleaned up the wound and the area around it gently to get the swamp muck away from it. His blood oxidized in the rich air and passively stung him. After he cleaned it up he applied the disinfectant wipe to the wound and winced and did the equivalent of gritting his teeth under his mask.

Then with a small canister of bacta spray Ko applied the brilliant blue fluid to his shoulder. Finally with some clean gauze he wrapped up the wound. Although many pathogens didn’t quite transmit to Ko given his alien biology, he didn’t wanna take risks. Plus there was also the risk of opportunistic bacterial infections.

Ko would perform this same kind of care to the other minor wounds that he sustained from his violent encounter. Next time Ko wouldn’t let himself get caught off guard like that. Even though he managed to evade sith pursuit, he still wasn’t safe here.

Using up most of his medical gear already he put what remained back into his pouch. Trying to make sure it all remained sanitary. Picking himself up off the ground Ko’s robes hung loosely from his waist letting it dry and keeping the moisture away from the wounds on his torso. He would begin to trek back to where he’d ‘landed’ his ship earlier.


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Finally Ko was reaching the top of the cliff he had been thrown off of. His clawed hand grabbing at the edge of it before pulling himself up. Once he made it he rolled onto his back and took a bit of a breath again. Noting to himself how climbing up cliffs like that was different and similar to climbing up massive trees. Thanking strenuous training for making his assent not as difficult as it could've been. He still wasn’t to the save level as the most skilled Dorin mountaineers, but the Force afforded him methods to compensate for that.

Picking himself back up once more Ko let out a sigh. Knowing that he didn’t have that much more to go before he reached his ship again. His blindness not allowing him to see the lack of smoke that should hang overhead. Keeping him ignorant to the fact that it had been hoisted away from the stranger.

Once he arrived at the scene of his emergency landing he found his ship missing. The imprint it left behind in the mud was still there but it had seemingly vanished. Leaving Ko to feel rather puzzled. That was until an answer arrived.

Rolling out from behind a tree as the astromech that’d accompanied Ko. Letting out a chirp expressing that it was glad to see that Ko was still alive. In a low hum began to explain what happened, how it watched from the side as the winged man lifted Ko’s ship with The Force and took it. “The whole ship?” It somewhat began to put into perspective that this individual might not just be some random dark jedi. It took a lot of power to run off with a ship like that. “Do you have any idea where they went?” Fortunately the droid did have an answer since it was linked up with the vessel's computers. Explaining that it had been taken to a place with higher altitude. “Great, more climbing…”
 

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Aziraphale swooped down from the skies with the grace of a shadow, his dark wings cutting through the heavy air like a blade. His sharp eyes locked onto the astromech as it chirped nervously, its dome swiveling in a futile attempt to track his approach. With a triumphant laugh, he snatched the droid from the ground, his clawed fingers gripping its chassis with an unsettling ease as he hovered above the cliff's edge.

"And what do we have here?" Aziraphale purred, his voice dripping with mock delight. He tilted the astromech toward him, examining its trembling form with a predatory curiosity. The droid let out a series of panicked whistles and warbles, its circuits scrambling to process the sudden assault.

"Ah-ha-ha... ruining the fun, are we?" Aziraphale said with a sly grin, his golden eyes narrowing. "Little messenger, running to spoil my surprises. Can't have that."

With a sudden surge of malice, Aziraphale's claws tightened around the droid. The astromech let out a pitiful screech as metal groaned under the pressure. Aziraphale's wings beat steadily, holding him aloft as he began to pry the droid apart with terrifying ease. A metallic panel was torn away with a sickening groan, exposing a tangle of wires and circuitry beneath.

"Let's see how well you function without these," he said, his tone a cruel sing-song mockery. He ripped out a bundle of cables, sparks flying as he chuckled darkly. One by one, he dismantled the droid, tossing pieces carelessly over his shoulder. Bits of twisted metal and shattered components rained down the cliff Ko had just painstakingly scaled, clattering against the rocks below.

The astromech's distress signals grew weaker with each piece torn away, until finally, Aziraphale held the lifeless husk aloft, turning it idly in his hands like a broken toy. "What a shame," he mused, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "I would've liked to keep you around, but alas..." With a final sneer, he hurled the remains of the droid down the cliff, the battered shell tumbling into the mire below with a hollow splash.




 

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By now Ko’s body was just too tired to properly react in time as the winged man ambushed them once more. This time targeting the droid that had accompanied Ko. Causing Ko to flinch and step back from the sudden attack. “RT!” Ko shouted out as the astromech was snatched away.

At the moment Ko felt helpless as the droid was torn apart and scattered above him. “Errg… What the hell is wrong with you?!” Ko cursed from below. Seeing how violently the destroyed the droid, Ko clenched his fists. “Are you really that intimidated by a mere astromech droid!?” The Kel Dor called out to the stranger. If Aziraphale was able to sense the energy within Ko they’d find his fears and concerns suddenly begin to melt away now. In their place was a growing determination. Wondering now how he could’ve ever perceived the winged man as a threat.

Just then Ko grabbed his smaller hilt from his belt. Igniting the Shoto lightsaber, allowing it’s emerald glow to highlight his body through any fog that lay between them. Pulling his arm back and raising one leg up Ko’s form looked like that of some athlete before a pitch.

Using as much movement as he could muster from his battered body Ko chucked the lightsaber. The small green blade spun laterally toward the winged man with. The speed of the blade created a mild gust of wind that dragged behind it. Moving at a velocity far greater than it should. Ko combined his saber throw with Balistakinesis. Spinning so fast through the air that it appeared more like a glowing green disk of destruction heading straight for Aziraphale.

If the winged man fancied himself a fallen angel, perhaps Ko could let them earn such a title by clipping one of their wings…
 

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Aziraphale wasn't fast enough. The spinning disc clipped his wing, slicing through feathers and tearing into flesh with a sickening precision. Shreds of blackened plumage scattered in the air like a dark rain, and a ragged cry tore from his throat as he crumpled to the ground. Pain lanced through his mangled wing, every nerve screaming in protest, while the acrid scent of singed feathers mingled with the metallic tang of blood. It would seem that Ko had felled his adversary.
 

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Location: Dagobah
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Ko had actually managed to hit the winged man. Perhaps they were too preoccupied with dismantling the droid to pay attention to the lowly Kel Dor Jedi. Ko’s shoto flew back to him like a boomerang, he winced some from the force as he caught it. Stinging the still fresh wound in his shoulder.

Ko dispassionately watched as the winged stranger plummeted down the same cliff he’d been chucked off of earlier. Vanishing out of range of Ko’s sight where he assumed they’d crashed through the canopies below like he had. As he holstered his shoto Ko felt a few tiny impacts on his body. Turning his head up he felt droplets of water began to splatter over his head and mask. He couldn’t tell that rain clouds were overhead. So much for him trying to stay dry.

Letting out a sigh, Ko turned his back to the cliff. He needed to get back to his shoulder. Although without the droid he would surely struggle in finding a way to depart from this planet. Plus he still needed to find it. The only clue he had to its whereabouts was that it had been taken to higher elevation. Perhaps the winged man himself had a ship nearby as well. Ko wasn’t sure if they were local or not.

However, the first thing that Ko needed to do was look for some shelter to stay out of the rain and hopefully manage to come up with some sort of strategy on what to do next.
 

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Aziraphale plummeted through a tangle of branches and jagged rocks, snapping several on the way down before one solid limb brought his descent to a brutal and abrupt stop. The jarring impact knocked the breath from his lungs. He hadn't landed in the muck below, but the harsh impact left him with several broken bones.

Thunder rumbled low and menacing in the distance as cool rain began to fall. The water started as a drizzle, quickly growing into a steady curtain that blanketed the swamp below, turning the air damp and heavy.

Groaning in pain, Aziraphale gasped for air and rolled onto his back. His body was riddled with waves of pain. His wings twitched weakly, blackened feathers bent and soaked through. For a long while, he just stared upward into the swirling gray of the storm clouds. His breath came low and ragged as he let the pain settle, his entire body throbbing. Slowly, he began to shift, expending a vast amount of energy to mend the severed flesh willing it to knitt it'sself back together, his focus entirely on the grueling process of regeneration as the drumming cool water washed over his form.

It was nearly an hour before he stirred again. Shakily, he pushed himself off the branch he had been draped across, his soaked wings dragging behind him. Standing on unsteady feet, every muscle in his body protested, but he forced himself upright, the rain still falling in heavy sheets around him.

Through the thunderous downpour, he squinted into the murky haze, trying to glimpse the top of the jagged cliff face. The rain slashed at his vision. The harsh winds turned the falling water into needles of ice that pelted his form bumbing him—or so it felt.

He drew a heavy breath, each inhale wracking his body with a lingering ache of his injuries, and yet he forced his body to obey.

Cool, simmering rage coiled deep within his chest, fueling his battered form as he clawed his way upward. His clawed fingers dug into the slick, mud-coated stone, nails scraping against jagged edges that tore at his hands. A few ledge crumbled under his weight just as he found purchase, as though conspiring to throw him back into the darkness below.

But he pressed on with an unrelenting desire for the hunt. His prey was still out there—nearby, no doubt—but maddeningly just out of reach. The hunt unfinished, his vengeance incomplete. This wasn't over.

 

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Soreness had begun to seep into Ko’s muscles and joints. Walking was getting more and more difficult beyond the drag of trudging through the mucky ground. Worst of all Ko wasn’t quite sure where to go or where to find higher elevation. Even if he climbed and perched himself atop a tree to survey the landscape his sense of sight couldn’t scratch far enough to find any mountains or hills. The Kel Dor wouldn’t dare try to send a signal out for rescue, with the risk that it could be intercepted by Sith in the area.

Eventually Ko found some kind of shelter to shield himself from the rain. Made up of a huge tree stump that had petrified over the course of eons. Once inside Ko began to remove some of his robes to squeeze out the water that had begun to soak the fabric. Making it easier to dry out in time.

Spending the next half hour Ko went around to try and collect as much wood as he could to take back into the giant petrified stump. Collecting a bunch of damp and wet wood wasn’t ideal but he couldn’t sit around for them to dry up. He was already feeling the cold inching deeper into his body from the rain and injuries he’d taken already. The outdoorsy jedi got to work to make kindling from the wood he collected.

What he’d give to be able to use an old Dorin kukri right about now. Instead chipped and carved into the wood with his claws. Hardening his thumb through The Force to treat it like an improvised knife. Feathering the wood to make more and more kindling until he had a decent enough pile for himself to work with. Finally Ko ignited his shoto saber again and touched the emerald blade to the kindling. Gently setting it ablaze and giving himself fire.
 

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After some time, Aziraphale finally tracked the Kel Dor to its refuge—a hollowed, cavernous tree that loomed like a monolith of ancient grief. Gnarled roots clawed at the ground like a skeletal hand, and the faint whisper of wind through the hollow bark mimicked a mournful dirge. Shadows pooled around its base, thick and unyielding, as if the tree itself rejected the sun's touch.

For a few drawn-out moments, Aziraphale lingered at the edge of the clearing, his breath curling in soft plumes against the chilled air. He stood silently, studying his quarry. The Kel Dor was motionless, its silhouette barely discernible within the tree's gaping maw. The faint hiss of its breath through its rebreather punctuated the otherwise oppressive silence.

Aziraphale's gloved hand hovered near the hilt of his blade. This wasn't a moment to rush, not yet. He let the seconds stretch and gather like coiled wire, his icy eyes narrowing as he stepped forward.

He halted just shy of the entrance, his voice low and cold. "Did you think this place would save you?"



 

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As Ko began to sense the winged man once more his expression quickly shifted from one of surprise to sternness. But he remained seated at the edge of the fire he was going to. Not yet jumping into action as they approached. Hearing their question Ko would be quick to respond.

“It can save me from the elements. I wouldn’t ask anymore of it for now.” Finally Ko turned his head towards them. He held up a small nutripaste pouch he had stored away on his utility belt. Enjoying one of his premade meals before he made need to start preparing his own out here. A grueling process he would like to avoid if possible.

But with the winged man here now his masked expression turned to one of annoyance as he squeezed the nutripaste pouch tighter. Quickly finishing the portable meal sooner than he’d like. “What do you want with me, Stranger?” Ko asked, still seated by the fire.
 

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