Cassius Droma
Jedi Archaeologist
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVgs2wihrM0
**Naver Loran is a NPC specifically for this arc. Feel free to interact with her as you please.**
**Naver Loran is a NPC specifically for this arc. Feel free to interact with her as you please.**
The Nu-class shuttle made its slow descent towards the planet Beris below, slowly rolling so as to properly align itself in orbit. The trip through hyperspace had been less than a minute, since it was in the same system as Deneba. From his pilot’s chair in the cockpit, Cassius Droma ran a small diagnostic to make sure nothing was knocked loose in their little trip – standard procedure. Once everything checked out okay, Cassius sat back and took a breath.
Just below him, in the main hold, was the small team of Jedi and militia that had volunteered for the mission. Well over a dozen seats were filled on the craft, and Cassius could feel the growing anticipation from them. While the mission itself was purely humanitarian in nature, those experienced with the Krasgrig knew that they had a tendency to strike at any moment, and without warning. Cassius had experienced a close call himself – actually riding through them on a beast of burden in order to scoop up his master from being trampled.
The one spearheading this operation was Naver Loran, a young Jedi Knight. She was an attractive enough woman, with silky brunette hair and high cheekbones, but what really made her stand out was her tenacity and determination. She was bound to help anyone in need, which was what made her such a good healer. She’d helped Cassius recover from some minor scrapes and bumps after a trip to Vjun, and he never forgot that.
After putting in an auto-pilot course for their descent, Cassius’s pilot seat lowered down into the main hold and spun so he was facing everyone. “We should be touching down in a few minutes,” he said.
Naver looked up and nodded. “Good, thanks,” she said, standing. She turned to face the rest of the group. “I wanted to thank you all for coming with me on this mission. What you’ll see down there could be scary. Some of you know what kind of destruction the Krasgrig leave in their wake. Some don’t. Most importantly, remember that we are here to help people. So – be kind, and let them know if they need anything, we will try to provide.”
Within a matter of minutes, the Nu-class shuttle was slowly landing onto a field outside of a small village. The ramp at the front of the craft opened, and the people inside would be treated to a rather dreary sight. Houses that once stood proud were in shambles and smoking. Natives, with dirt strewn across their face, walked about, trying to salvage what they could. A neat row of bodies covered in dark blankets dotted the outskirts, their friends and family not having time to bury them just yet.
Naver was the first one down the ramp, a large medkit slung over her shoulder. The militia volunteers began to unload various crates of supplies containing foodstuffs, canteens of water, and basic amenities. Cassius decided to wait in the cockpit for everyone to disembark before lowering himself, as he’d be coming down right on top of someone if he did.