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Survivors of Cruise 105: Felucia


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LadyKulvax
07.10.2014 , 01:30 AM | #11
Tune this is the RP thread...
I am the Battlemaster of the Jedi Order. I've struck you down once already. Today, I'm finishing the job.
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Silenceo
07.10.2014 , 01:31 AM | #12
(Actually, I do believe she means to indicate Karadron. As for the rest of this, I must sleep, currently 12:26 am here, and I have to head out to class in the morning at 9:30 again...besides, typing that much has made my mind a bit harder to focus right now on specifics beyond the immediate responses...I shall return once I have slept. Though, I had thought droids were harder to sense through the force for jedi...Harder, not impossible, mind you...)
"What I unveil today will mark a new era for the Empire. We will be able to decimate the Rebels just as we did the Jedi Knights. At last the Emperor's war will be filled only with the glory and beauty of decisive victory."―Rom Mohc Never force a droid to think without numbers...

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tunewalker
07.10.2014 , 01:33 AM | #13
Quote: Originally Posted by LadyKulvax View Post
Tune this is the RP thread...
Should i have asked that question in the main thread..... I did... kind of RP there I thought... Not very good at this sorry

Edit: ignore posts on character doing for self, other then original thanks.

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Darksaberexile
07.10.2014 , 01:51 AM | #14
For once, fate really had been kind to Astinic. Having witnessed S1L's sabotage of the Bad Omen, Astinic had been able to prepare adequately when it came time to abandon the doomed ship. He had been able to avoid injury in the crash, something that would likely have been impossible without knowing what was coming. Of course, the (former) other occupant of his escape pod would probably not share in Astinic's assessment of the situation, if he were still able to provide one. Considering the companions he could have ended up with, a frail engineer being the one to join him was like receiving an unexpected present. It had taken little effort for Astinic, a former assassin of the Imperial Remnant, to end the man's life using a length of the rope that came attached to his grappling hook. Now, where before there was a liability to his survival, he had a useful tool, albeit not one that a moral individual would ever consider using.

It was unnecessary to consult his old field notes to know that Felucia was a hostile planet, full of predators that would see any survivors of the crash as an easy meal. As a result, it was never an option to simply wait with the downed escape pod for extraction. While using the pod for shelter would result in a rather gruesome demise, Astinic had a different plan.

First, he scavenged the body of the deceased engineer for tools, retrieving a hydrospanner and other small tools. The engineer's ID card, helpfully, contained only a name, and position on the ship. "And to think they considered this adequate security measures...no wonder their ship is now a bunch of scrap." Astinic thought, shaking his head in disbelief. With careful acting, and some luck, he might be able to convince other survivors that he had simply been an engineer on board the Bad Omen. A concern for later, he thought, as avoiding the other survivors would likely be his easiest means of survival.

Scavenging the pod first for resources, Astinic found himself mildly disappointed. At best three days' worth of rations for a normal human, a single ignition source that might work to start a fire, if he was lucky, and just enough scrap metal to fashion a crude knife, which Astinic suspected could last him a day, if he only needed to use it sparingly.

Using the tools recovered from the engineer, Astinic set to work modifying the remains of his escape pod into an improvised explosive trap. It was a crude trap, but then, field work was never the most elegant. The trigger was tied to the engineer's body, with his blood used as the bait to draw in any potential targets. When the predator went for the easy meal, it should instead eliminate itself, in theory. Hopefully the plan was worth the loss of the crude knife he had fashioned, as it broke during his tampering with the pod, as did most of the tools he had scavenged from the engineer. The surviving hydrospanner might serve a disguise as an engineer, but it had no other survival value on a jungle planet such as this one. Astinic couldn't afford to remain and evaluate the effectiveness of the trap. By his estimate, he had spent half of the daylight hours available to him on his improvised trap. Lingering here longer would simply be inviting disaster upon himself.

"I've been lucky so far today," Astinic mused as he departed from the escape pod for the last time, "Maybe that damned Jedi will oblige me and blow himself up." Astinic headed for a more secure location, keeping his blaster rifle at the ready in case predators, or another survivor, had chosen to welcome him to the planet.
Astinic level 55 sniper, Canderous Ordo server (now Jedi Covenant)

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LadyKulvax
07.10.2014 , 02:01 AM | #15
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STATEMENT: By my calculations the nearest escape pods trajectory would land it within a five mile radius. However, I must continue repairs myself.

SNIDE REMARK: While your little "helper" did indeed manage to re-activate me, he also has done a horrendous job of repairing the damage.

CALCULATION: It will take me approximately thirty minutes to fully repair my servomotors.

CONCLUSION: I shall repair myself, as well as see what I can salvage from this escape pod. You would be surprised how many who use escape pods merely take the rations, and leave all of the metal. Foolish meatbags...

*shakes his head as he reaches for one of the repair kits he had brought with him. Mostly would only use the tool included, since he had not lost any parts.*

QUERY: Who are you, young sith?

(As for that video, even Hunter Killer droids have to have days off. Such as those oil baths every few years. In that much time, the days in transit or gather Intel add up, diluting the number. They ruin my kill ratios!!! )
"He was built for biological analysis not droid repair, you're lucky you are active. I however am exactly as you called it machine, it would be wise not to inform others lest a repeat of the dining hall comences."

*she opened herself to the Dark Side but here it did little good, she could only sense an ancient being powerful in the Force, not bound to the Light but neither did she sense the power of the Dark Side.*

"I can sense only one Force User here of significant power, but she is not a Jedi yet."
I am the Battlemaster of the Jedi Order. I've struck you down once already. Today, I'm finishing the job.
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Selenial
07.10.2014 , 05:13 AM | #16
Selina kicked open her escape pod door with a growl.

Of course, she wakes, she's terrified that everyone she loved and everyone she knew is dead..,. And her ship crashes.

Looking around she deduced it was Felucia, a bastion of the living force. At least that's what the archives had told her. Truth is, she'd always been a cosmic kind of gal, she took after her grandmother. The main indication of where she had landed, is that she had landed slap bang in the middle of a meat of acklays.

She couldn't have asked for a better spot.

She had a natural aura with animals, the Acklays wouldn't harm her, and if she focused, they'd even do what she said.

She sat down and nestled Ariana in her lap.

"At least I have you..."

She opened her eyes to the force, she saw darkness, a shrouded figure with ignited crimson blade in one hand, food in the other. Aid, but dangerous. This did t matter though, this being would come to her.

Kae poured her energy into her palm, heating the air molecules surrounding her hand and lighting a fire, this danger would seek her out, and leaving into the jungle with everyone else who was on that vessel was suicide.

She was happy here.

For now.
We all live or die as Krayt wills, Stryfe. At his word, I would cut out my own heart. Or yours.
Celéna Mercenary Cathinka Seeliara Sage

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Silenceo
07.10.2014 , 07:56 AM | #17
Quote: Originally Posted by LadyKulvax View Post
"He was built for biological analysis not droid repair, you're lucky you are active. I however am exactly as you called it machine, it would be wise not to inform others lest a repeat of the dining hall comences."

*she opened herself to the Dark Side but here it did little good, she could only sense an ancient being powerful in the Force, not bound to the Light but neither did she sense the power of the Dark Side.*

"I can sense only one Force User here of significant power, but she is not a Jedi yet."
STATEMENT: There is no such thing as luck, young sith. There is only variables.As to your identity, it would be quite illogical to reveal it to the multiple jedi who likely survived their landings after having saved your life from that forsaken vessel.

QUERY: I do however, wonder where it is that a "nearly" pure blooded sith has emerged from hiding after all of this time?

ANNOYED STATEMENT: In preparation for my destruction of the vessel I downloaded the ships manifest which included images to go with the names. However, since you were a late addition, I do not know your designation.

*Continues to work on repairing neck joints*

STATEMENT: The ground has begun to vibrate. *looks at surrounding area* We must leave this pod, now. The forest is reacting to our sudden appearance.

*Collects his repair kit and his T-21 light repeating blaser, as well as few additional power cells S1L had scavenged from the escape pod*
"What I unveil today will mark a new era for the Empire. We will be able to decimate the Rebels just as we did the Jedi Knights. At last the Emperor's war will be filled only with the glory and beauty of decisive victory."―Rom Mohc Never force a droid to think without numbers...

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Beniboybling
07.10.2014 , 08:02 AM | #18
It was not the first time Krell had found himself in an escape pod, and he manages to survive the crash with little injury. Slowly opening the pod's exit hatch he shields his eyes from the harsh sunlight, and then, with deft footwork, leaps out of the pod and lands on the ground in a low crouch. Still as ice the Echani surveys his surroundings, the strange jungle world is unfamiliar to him, but nothing seems to be near by - the perimeter is secure, for now.

"Well", he growls in a deep gravely tone. "This is a fine mess."

For a moment he tries to recall what had happened, a fight between a Jedi and Sith, explosions, chaos, some shifty looking droids. Some of them had looked fairly capable, he recalled one, an aged looking Jedi, was quite the expert in survival. Perhaps if they worked together they could get off this overgrown rock. With that in mind Krell sets about setting up a fire, hoping that the smoke would serve as a beacon for other survivors.

But not before activating the escape pods emergency beacon - for whatever that would be worth, wherever he was didn't exactly look like a frequented destination. But it was all he could do for now.

So with that done he crouches cross-legged before the fire and waits... for whoever, or whatever, finds him first.


Reasoning:

1. Military background means he has experienced various escape pod landings, and by drawing on his military training he can quickly work out the best course of action.

2. Echani training makes him very self-aware, and capable of picking up on suspicious movement in the trees, if he thinks the perimeter is free from danger then it most likely is, and is unlikely to be caught of guard.

3. Prefers to work alone but knows when the situation calls for a group, and a part of him seeks to protect the survivors.

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karadron
07.10.2014 , 08:20 AM | #19
Karadron had been lucky, he had made it to one of the large escape pods with five others, and barely launched before the ship had blown, sending a shockwave that shook the pod. When the shaking stopped he let out a sigh of relief. Landing the craft he been more or less easy, he did his best to guide it to a fairly open area on the otherwise plant covered terrain. With the pod settled down, he murmured a short prayer, “Asala, goddess of life and peace, once again you have chosen to save me from death. May you guide my feet so that I do not ever stray from the path you intended for me.”

He opened the door to the pod and stepped out, leaving the five other dazed survivors inside. As he stepped out of the pod and onto the planet’s surface he felt how alive this place was. The Force seemed to be everywhere. This world, Felucia, he had heard stories of. His mentor had left an impression of a dark world, governed by night, a world that even the Empire had not liked more than it needed to. Karadron though was given a different impression, this world was neither dark nor light, it simply was. He felt that if he meditated long enough he could connect with the world and see times of great darkness as well as times of great light and peace.

As he stood there beside the pod, he realized that old Aquilon was not there. The old Jedi could not be dead either; Karadron believed he would have known if such a thing had happened. The only thing he could do was to try and contact him, via the Force. Using a technique that the old man had shown him, he tried to get a good image of his surroundings and make them so Aquilon would understand, “The one time being human would actually be helpful,” he said quietly. With the image assembled he meditated and let the Force flow through him, with time he felt five Force-sensitives. Unable to distinctly determine which one was the old scout, but knowing one of them was he let the image go out, with the message: “Come here.”

That was the best he could do, it had been a strain and now he needed rest. He climbed back into the escape pod and decided to check on supplies and the others with him. That would be relaxing enough for now.

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Warren-Stride
07.10.2014 , 08:32 AM | #20
Maana Halacc had seen the ship explode out of the escape pod's rear window. She hadn't doubted that outcome. Jedi and Sith, Light and f Dark, good and evil, that battle always ended in wanton destruction. No non-sentient creature in the galaxy was capable of such senseless carnage. Maana supposed that's why she enjoyed their company much better.

As the escape pod descended, Doctor Halacc gazed at the planet expanding in the window. She hadn't heard the announcement, because she had already abandoned ship. But from what she could tell, it was covered with a jungle ecosystem, an environment she was no stranger to. As the escape pod made its final landing, Maana hardened her skin. The precaution was largely unnecessary, as the escape pod set down nicely, fortunately having identified a small clearing in the mushroom-like trees.

Before emerging from the pod, Maana took stock. She had a comlink. A pair of elecrobinoculars. And her stingbeam, that she kept in case of emergencies. One by one she pressed these items to her stomach. Her abdominal skin wrapped around each of the objects in turn, storing them within her organ-less midsection.

The pod's door opened with a hiss. Maana recognized where she was immediately. Felucia. Part of her was concerned, but the other was relieved. Felucia was very similar to her home planet, Sh'shuun. Both had vast jungles and many large predators. However, Maana's faith in evolution assured her that her species was specifically designed to avoid the natural dangers of planets such as this.

A creature popped into Maana's head. It was a non-assuming, unattractive beast that was native to Felucia. In a mass of bubbling flesh, Halacc swiftly grew ten stubby legs, a hard exoskeleton shell, and a large herbivorous mouth. She was a gelagrub.

The gelagrubs could eat the lichen on Felucia and use its nutrients to metabolize UV-filtering chemicals, effectively giving them a form of natural sunscreen against the planet's harsh sun. Maana opted to remain a gelagrub for the rest of the day, eating almost constantly while making steady progress away from her escape pod. She would focus on getting off this planet as soon as night fell and she wasn't at risk of UV exposure.
~~ AiR ~~
What are you more afraid of?
A weapon that could destroy you?
Or a weapon that could turn you into a monster?