Thraxis
The Damn-Forged
Words of ill-gotten rumors spiraled around the galaxy more prevalent then the Gulag Plague, with little credibility ever to be heeded to their words. But their were always those rumors, ones that targeted individuals with an almost passion to find if the glimmer of truth was to be found. This was one such rumor, one that nary a passing traveler would dare put stock in. A sane man would turn it down as folklore and stories concocted by a man in his Drunken Stupor. But this one stated that hidden deep in the sands of Ankyhpt, that their water reservoirs held water that was laced with alcohol that would send any normal man into a drunken fervor.
It was with this germ that his desire sprouted anew, Thraxis had called for a ship, the same he took to Dagobah. With a new crew he had sent out on a voyage, his normal gear strapped around his armor he looked to the crew. They knew all to well what happened on that planet, how only him and six others made it out alive. Or something along those lines. All in search of the water.
The men were nary strapped properly, covered in some garbs to keep themselves protected from the Suns Heat, Thraxis trusted his armor would do the job well enough, though still decided that a cloth would be a good Idea. In the back they had all they needed Barrels, and some water locating thing-a-ma-jigs he 'borrowed' from a wandering street vendor.
After a few days of preparation they were off, heading to the planet known as Ankyhpt with a fire in his eyes and fear pulsating through the hearts of his men. Today was a good day to watch his men get torn apart by no doubt whatever inhabited the planet.
As they approached over the Planet, his eyes peered down on the city, his arms rolling as he directed the ship further away from it. He didn't need an entire army investigating what he was doing. Instead, he decided that a further away, hidden deep in the sandy depths, looking untouched for a quite a while with a ruined architecture scattered about. He was sure there had to be a well around there. Slowly the ship landed, storms of sand rupturing from beneath and all around as it slowly descended upon a building, its structure sturdy enough that he didn't need to worry about losing his ships to the dunes of sands that no doubt would role over.
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It was with this germ that his desire sprouted anew, Thraxis had called for a ship, the same he took to Dagobah. With a new crew he had sent out on a voyage, his normal gear strapped around his armor he looked to the crew. They knew all to well what happened on that planet, how only him and six others made it out alive. Or something along those lines. All in search of the water.
The men were nary strapped properly, covered in some garbs to keep themselves protected from the Suns Heat, Thraxis trusted his armor would do the job well enough, though still decided that a cloth would be a good Idea. In the back they had all they needed Barrels, and some water locating thing-a-ma-jigs he 'borrowed' from a wandering street vendor.
After a few days of preparation they were off, heading to the planet known as Ankyhpt with a fire in his eyes and fear pulsating through the hearts of his men. Today was a good day to watch his men get torn apart by no doubt whatever inhabited the planet.
As they approached over the Planet, his eyes peered down on the city, his arms rolling as he directed the ship further away from it. He didn't need an entire army investigating what he was doing. Instead, he decided that a further away, hidden deep in the sandy depths, looking untouched for a quite a while with a ruined architecture scattered about. He was sure there had to be a well around there. Slowly the ship landed, storms of sand rupturing from beneath and all around as it slowly descended upon a building, its structure sturdy enough that he didn't need to worry about losing his ships to the dunes of sands that no doubt would role over.
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