Voice of the Tempest(PM)

[Flint Michigan]

This thread takes place in the Whisperstorm region of the Netherworld. It is intended to be a slower paced thread for me and some friends who can't handle the madness that Episode V but I guess anyone who has an odd ID can join if they agree not to cause trouble.

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Flint awoke to find he was comforted not by the cold hard flatness of durasteel hull, nor the kinks of his futon, nor the warm touch of one [member="Kitt Solo"]. Instead he was greeted by droves and droves of grasslands, prairies as far as the eye could see. Head turned and eyes darted, looking for anything, anyone that might have indicated where he was. How he got there. For the moment Flint wasn't greeted by anything, save for a rumbling Stormcloud that seemed to be forming above him. Hands went to Flint's side holster, then his back holster. Blaster pistol was still there, so was his Blood Stripe Shotgun. If he was being kidnapped then someone was doing quite a poor job of it. What was going on then? Worry and confusion poured throughout his mind as he tried to figure out what was going on. Whispers began to form around him, yet he couldn't make out the words. Was he being watched? What were the voices talking about? Why couldn't he understand them?

Kark.

Flint's mind cursed as all the questions reeled through his head, then pondered on something. The Force. Flint didn't have it, or understand it. Maybe it had something to do with what was going on, maybe not, but either way he couldn't be blinded by the lack of answers now. He needed to get out, get back to his ship. There would be time to answer questions later. Hopefully anyways.


"Kiiiiiiiit!!!" He screamed out in the Praire, trying to move around and find somebody he knew. Or maybe just somebody at all. "Tiaaaaaaam. Caaaaaaaat." He'd scream, hoping somebody on his crew was nearby.


[member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Tiam Bai"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Tiam Bai"]

Two smells reached her nose that were distinctly not from Flint or his ship: grass and dirt. Well, the dirt part could be debatable. The last thing she remembered was patching a coolant valve.

Eyes fluttered open. Clumps of dirt and grass mixed in her hair. She looked around trying to push past the lingering daze.

"Oh feth, how much did I drink this time?"

A storm cloud boiled in the distance where she could make out a figure walking. Ears caught the sound of her name. She wasn't sure if that's what was said or if it was just something she wanted to hear. The empath naturally reached out with the force to.....

Eyes widened as she felt nothing.

It was a similar feeling for when she carried the ysalimiri around during her bounty hunting days with Hannibal. She really missed Bonquiqui and Ted. She shrugged and stood.

"Alright universe, if that's the play you want to make."

With a lopsided grin she realized she was talking to herself. Extending a hand, she walked toward the figure who was looking more and more like Flint. It seemed like he was about to get swallowed by a storm and she would soon join him.

"Caaaaaaaptaaaaaaain!"

She hollered across the field and pinched herself confirming this wasn't a dream. That and the captain was wearing way too many clothes for this to be a dream or a hallucination.

 

[Flint Michigan]

Over in the distance. Was that? Was that Kitt? Sure looked like her, but she was some distance away. Coulda been somebody else. The chances of meeting someone one than Kitt though? Well, it'd be the same chance of him disappearing and waking up in some strange pl-

Feth.

Flint was soon reassured however, as he heard her scream "Captain." Funny taht. She was an experienced bounty hunter, former politician of one of the largest powers of the Galaxy, far as Flint knew, and could probably kill him with a thought, but she still seemed to enjoy calling him Captain. She had all the excuses in the world to get big-headed, but she didn't. Flint still wasn't sure about Force users at large, but at the least Kitt was alright. No, more than alright.

"Kiiiiiitt!" He'd scream again, running over towards her, ignoring the storm of whispers and murmurs that seemed to be forming around them. As they came closer and closer he smiled a bit. That was definitely [member="Kitt Solo"]. She had a coolant fluid stain on her shirt. As they finally came together he'd wrap his arms around her and pull her up off the ground a moment in excitement, before lowering her back to the prairie floor.

"You have anymore clue than I do on what's going on?" Flint asked, finding that his voice was growing louder as the storms came around them.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

"No," she yelled back lingering in his embrace for a moment longer before she stepped back. "But my connection to the force is....gone." Myrtle-ellipses looked around the swirling clouds. It sounded loud, like wind but the air didn't move.

"This is kriffing spooky. Maybe we should mo...," voice trailed off as she caught a glimpse of a figure in the swirling mass. "Did you see that?" It was hard to hear her own voice above the roar. But it wasn't an ordinary roar of winds. It sounded like they were in a room full of arguing people. She took a step toward the figure, or hallucination.

 

[Tiam Bai]

[member="Kitt Solo"] | [member="Flint Michigan"]



Tiam didn't wake up in the cargo bay. See, she had moved her cot and possessions in there after being greeted with too many socks on the doors. Or walking in on the pair. Frankly she had seen both of their pasty,pale behinds more than she ever wanted to. So upon opening a pale yellow eye, Tiam was surprised she didn't see any of these things. It was just....odd. Like some demented teenager's drawings of some fantasy death world.


She had brushed herself off and stood up. Perhaps this was a dream. A poor combination of fermented alcohol and spicy foods. There was a roar in the distance. Sounded a bit like a engine to a ship. Maybe her mind was subconsciously filtering that in during the dream. Stranger things had happened after all. Yet she shouldn't just stand her like an idiot thinking. Best to get her bearings a little.


Something was moving towards her though. Cautiously, Tiam moved out to investigate. Stepping through the swirling foggy mist, the Pantorian was greeted with the sight of her former bunkmate. A bit of squinting revealed the Captain.


"Leave it to me to dream with you two love birds in it. I swear, I can't escape. I need to ask for a vacation when I wake up."

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Tiam Bai"]

"Gone?" Flint asked, his voice rising unknowningly as he spoke his confusion. He didn't know a ton about the Force, the powers and flavors and such, but he wasn't under the impression it was something you could just take away from somebody. Were they really being kidnapped and it was because someone wanted to take the Force from Kitt? Was some mad scientist watching their every move? Flint didn't think so, but he still had no idea what on earth was going on.

Kitt started talking about the whole being spooky, and Flint couldn't really disagree. She started to suggest that they should move, before she spotted something. Flint didn't catch it, he was busy looking at something a little more interesting, but he could see from her expressions, along with what she was saying, what was going on.

"Be careful." Flint said, and drew his blaster pistol out of his holster as he followed at Kitt's side, before seeing the similar red-hair and blue skin of a pantoran not far in the distance. Flint holstered his weapon, but remained a bit on-edge. He still had no idea what was going on.

"This is no dream." Flint said. Far too much clothes for that. If it was just Kitt he'd probably have said that, but with Tiam there that comment might have gotten awkward. "At least, no dream I'd come up with. Any ideas on where we are, gettin outta here? I don't remember any prairie worlds on the schedule."

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Tiam Bai"] [member="Flint Michigan"]

"Roomie!" A relieved mechanic wrapped the pantoran in a hug. "Guess we all drank the same juju juice last night." She released her bunkmate. "If we get back you can have the quarters to yourself for the next month, deal?"

She cast a sly look to Flint. They always found more creative places to...sleep. "I don't know," she responded to flint, catching another shadow in the gloom. "I'm serious you guys. I just saw something over," she took a step and disappeared as if falling through the ground.

There was a rush of air and she landed in a tumble surrounded by woods. She could just make out peaks of mountains in the distance and possibly the smoke from a city along a lake. Her force connection roared back suddenly and she hunched over in the lush grass of the woods and not the prairie and promptly threw-up.

"Ah, feth."

 

[Tiam Bai]

[member="Kitt Solo"] | [member="Flint Michigan"]



"I don't want that room back. It would have to be sanitized with fire first." Tiam hugged the woman back before nodding to Flint. Naturally, it didn't take long for Kitt to run off and explore on her own. Any sane, normal person would want to stick with the group. Not Kitt. One minute she was here, the next she was disappearing. Tiam didn't want the same fate and froze, sticking in one place so she wouldn't meet the same unknowns as Kitt.


"The future Mrs.Michigan just disappeared. You know anything about that? I ain't moving til I figure out how she did that."

 

[Flint Michigan]

"I'm glad to see you like my chances there Tiam." Flint said as he crouched to the floor and began analyzing the ground. Looking for something she have stepped on or fallen into. It didn't look like she fell, looked more like she just kinda teleported to Flint, but Flint wasn't under the impression straight teleporting was possible. Had to be something somewhere.

"I'm not seeing where she went. I don't see any traps anywhere or anything, but I'm no huntsman or tracker or anything like that." Flint said, still looking around. Trying to find something. He began to see what looked like a footprint. Too big to be Kitt's though. Looked more like a man's footprint. Flint ruffled through his pockets before finding a knife, simple survival knife, nothing fancy, and began to cut through his shirt, a few inches from the bottom. He'd cut all the way around, then cut it through the middle, making one long strip of fabric.

"Hold this." Flint would say and hold one end to [member="Tiam Bai"], keeping the other end in his own hand, then with his offhand he'd touch the footprint. And poof! He was gone too.



Flint would find himself next to [member="Kitt Solo"], the fabric of his shirt presumably missing from his hand and in another dimension.

"Gorram it." He said. "I think we lost Tiam." Flint said to his mechanic. "Do we know where are yet at least?"

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Tiam Bai"]

She groaned and looked up from her hunched position. "You might want to watch where you step," standing slowly, she brushed some dirt and leaves over the lunch that just came back up her throat. "The good news is, I can feel the force again. The bad news is I feel like I have the worse hangover ever and that's saying a lot for me," she smiled weakly and quickly frowned, looking at his shirt.

"Wait. You. Lost. Tiam. FLINT! And no I don't GORRAM KNOW WHERE WE ARE! Do YOU see any signs around here?"

Obviously her anger was ground in Flint losing her bestie bunkmate so easily.

 

[Valik]

As the Force returned to Valik's command he would also feel something else pulling at his mind. New knowledge, yet he not why it was there. Locations were pressed to his mind. Coruscant, Alderaan, Nar Shadda, and a face. The face of a former Sith Lord named Arumi Zy, not that Valik could make that distinction. But the Force here? It felt odd. Strange. As if distorted in some way. He'd have to take notes on what was going on, make a hypothesis of the root of the problem. For now it was best Flint take the lead here. He did have more experience in surviving without the Force. But Valik would continue watching his progress.

Always watching.

 

[Tiam Bai]

[member="Kitt Solo"] | [member="Flint Michigan"]


Length of the shirt was wrapped around her hand as Tiam settled into a lower,bracing stance. The shirt stretched out and then -poof!- Flint was gone as well. Due to her pulling weight backwards to counterbalance Flint's weight, the blue-skinned woman immediately fell backwards onto the ground with a loud grunt. Yep, now she had lost both love birds in one fell swoop. Taking a moment to relax, her pale eyes gazed up at the swirling mists. It was beautiful in a way, the patterns. Despite the general creep factor from the surroundings, of course.


Sitting up, she tied the length of shirt around her head like a warriors headband. Tiam stood up and brushed herself off, loosening limbs and mentally preparing herself. She was probably about to fall into a death trap. Emerge in a pit of ravenous nexu kittens. Fall painfully and THEN land in the nexu kitten nest was more of her luck though. Yet....no time like the present. She got a running hop and jumped feet-first into the same spot that her fellow crewmates had disappeared into.


"GERONIMO!!!"


Of course, she promptly used Flint as a landing pad. It wasn't her fault. Blame the portal thing.

 

[Flint Michigan]

"I tried to make a rope and connect us together! I didn't-"

That was as far as Flint got before the Patoran appeared on top of Flint. her feet landing on Flint's shoulders with quite the oomph to it. Though Flint wasn't a small man he wasn't exactly a wall either, so down to the jungle floor he went, right into the pile of leaves that was hiding whatever it was Kitt had for dinner last night. There was painfully nasty sloshing noise as he hit the leaves, not to mention the actual pain of being slammed between a jumping woman and a jungle floor. Sometimes Flint wondered if he was really cut out to be captain.

"I think I found her." Flint said slowly and in an almost depressing tone. "And your hangover."

[member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Tiam Bai"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Tiam Bai"]

She sensed something familiar in Flint, as if she could sense a second set of emotions. Myrtle-ellipses narrowed. It reminded her of the Fringe ball...

"Tiam!"

She rushed over and offered a hand to the red-head and Flint. "Sorrrrrry," she said a bit sheepishly. "There's a city over there. I think that's our best bet. What do you all think?"

She really needed to brush her teeth.

 

[Tiam Bai]

[member="Kitt Solo"] | [member="Flint Michigan"]



Unlike Flint, Tiam landed quite nicely on her landing pad, avoiding vomit and any other nasty jungle floor surprises. Part of her should feel a little sorry for her feet first jump, but who stood under a portal? Anyways, perhaps it could be considered payback for their sickening antics. Taking Kitt's hand, Tiam rose and got off of Flint. Probably best he get out of the pile of sick.


"Hey guys. Whoa....Kitt....you need a mint."


Eyes narrowed into the direction of this city.She wanted to sit under a tree, find some cool water and take a break. However....they weren't going to last long in a jungle. At least it wasn't the creepy horror world they had all just been in shortly before. Leaning against a tree (headband still on), Tiam wasn't going to be the one to decide. She didn't get paid to do the thinking.


"Over my paygrade. Its up to you two."

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Tiam Bai"] [member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint stood to his feet after the Pantoran was clear, and began examining himself. Vomit and leaves were stuck on his shirt, some of it going past his shirt and onto his collarbone. Is this shirt worth anything to me? He thought to himself. No, I just cut a part of it off. Flint answered himself, and began removing his shoulder holster, then his shirt, using the cleaner portion to wipe off the vomit that didn't land on his shirt while he listened to the two ladies try to discuss plans.

"At worst we need to find shelter, food, and water. At best we need to find a ship to get us home. Either way we should probably get out of here, before more people fall on top of us." Flint said, clipping his shoulder holster back over his bare chest.

"We need to be careful though, make sure nothing funky happens. Either of you two gotta blaster? I got a shotgun and a spare sidearm if y'all need it." Flint said, as he headed towards the city, taking point. Kitt was probably the better fighter of the two with her magicks, but she was obviously sick with something, and he was the captain. He supposed it was his job to keep everyone safe, ship or no.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Tiam Bai"]

"I think what we really need to do is find you a shirt," she muttered as she fell in step with the Captain. Her Captain. She grinned. "Sorry, Tiam." She checked herself for weapons. That's why he was in charge. "I can use my hydrospanner as a weapon. I've got a blaster and a bolter. I think I'm good."

Headache was finally subsiding but a map-like picture was beginning to form in her head along with planet names she didn't think were random. She didn't want to freak out the non-forcies anymore so she decided to keep this information to herself. She saw a road up ahead through the trees and could hear the sound of speeder cars.

"Maybe we can hitch a ride to the city?"

 

[Tiam Bai]

[member="Flint Michigan"] | [member="Kitt Solo"]


"I've got my pocket knife. Nothin' fancy." Tiam walked along behind the two, if one was going to be the third wheel it was best done silently and out of the way. Although the heat was bearable for a human, it was broiling for herself. Sweat beaded up along her brow, dripping down along the headband to the rest of her body. Yes, when they found out what went wrong she was taking a nice vacation. Skiing somewhere would probably fit the bill.


"Yes, lets get hacked to death by strangers on a strange world." Tiam commented dryly from behind the pair. Hitch hiking wasn't her ideal form of transport. In fact, she'd actually prefer to walk in the heat. Silently, she reached into her pocket and took out the knife. Better to be prepared than sorry.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Tiam Bai"]

"Well you're gonna have a blaster then." Flint said, and handed Tiam his pistol, pulling out his shotgun as he walked. Tiam seemed to be straggling a bit, but from what he could tell it was on purpose. Though with as heavily as she was sweating she might have been getting tired. Flint slowed his pace just a hair to see if she came closer or backed up. Exhaustion or caution.

"City looks to be . . . tenish kilometers down. We can certainly hike that, but we might need to get some food and some shade if we don't wanna get a ride. If either of y'all are hungry or tired it's probably better we find a ride over. How you feelin Tiam?" He asked. Hopefully she didn't feel half as bad as she did on tatooine.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Tiam Bai"]

She wiped an arm across her brow. Where the other two showed caution in hitch-hiking, she didn't hesitate in stepping out onto the side of the road, leaving them within the shade of the wood. "Tiam, stop worrying so much. I won't let anyone hack you up."

It was a mostly true promise.

She began raising her hand but didn't even get to stick out her thumb when a speeder car came air-screeching to a stop. "Heeeeey pretty lady, need a ride?" A chiss hollered from one window. "Yeah sweet thang. We got plenty of room." There was snickering. They looked young. Just out of high school.

She grinned. This was going to be fun.