Private Arrival

[Argos]

TYTHON | UNKNOWN
AFTERNOON | CLOUDY
TAGS: Tannara Kir | Domina Prime

The first thing the beast noticed was the weight of the Force around him. The schism of Light and Dark swirling around him as he laid on the ground. A heavy groan rumbled through his mask as he slowly rose from the charred ground where he fell through the Nether. The last thing he remembered was the sight of a great battle unfolding in the hole that tore into the Nether. That battle seemed to have ended long ago as he looked around, dazed and disoriented.

He finally came to his senses as a droning rumble cracked through the air, and a craft of some sort flew overhead. It took him a long moment to realize what it was. He was back. He was among the living once again, back in the galaxy he was expelled from. It felt bizarre as his glowing blue gaze stared at the ship touching down a distance away. How long ago was it? Was it even the same galaxy he left with his demise? A hoarse huff escaped him as he carefully walked forward. The weight of the planet felt alien as he regained his strength. But as he walked, he steadily managed to move faster as he got used to it all again.

He could feel another being drawing close. Another ship entered the system... and yet, he heard more than one other ship. He focused on the Force as he looked around the scorched field around him. Visions of bloodshed, loss, hope from wounded souls... and greed. Scum plagued the planet. Scavengers, pirates, vile beings that preyed on the souls sent to help those who were not found. But it felt far younger than the other visions. It was an ongoing problem...

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"Can you believe it?! Two scores in a single day. Leave the civilian vessel for now. If we're lucky, that other signal on the ground will lure 'em in. Focus on that other ship.." The captain ordered his men as he stood on the bridge of their heavily modified freighter. Soon the ship altered course to pursue the second ping on their scanners. They had confidence that the team on the planet would be able to take care of the ship planetside. It read as a science ship, after all. But what concerned them more was the second ping.

"Uh... sir? You ain't gonna believe this, but... that sig is Mandalorian." ne of the crew members spoke up, earning a hum of intrigue from the captain. "See if we can down it intact. Those Mando tech fetch a good price these days." He spoke up as he sat in the captain's chair and stared out of the viewport.

 

[Domina Prime]

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Tags: Argos | Tannara Kir
LOCATION: Tython

Adrift in the vast, endless void of the stars there was a quiet emptiness in the air all around them as the ship drifted passively through hyperspace as the long resting Mandalorian remained silent while swaying back and forth within the silk hammock she laid herself in. Tucked nearly into the back of the ship, those many eyes sealed shut and the glow of her inner light dim and inactive. Still recovering from battles against the enemies of her people Dima found herself far less hyperactive than usual as the armored creature remained wrapped in a massive cushioned blanket until suddenly the sound of alarms rang throughout the ships systems.

"Hold on! Engine is sputtering again! I told you we need to get the credits to fix these glitches!" A voice called out into the back urgently, the little droid pilot who navigated and flew the ship warning Dima as the vessel suddenly came zipping right out of hyperspace and into the strange, unknown orbit of what appeared to be a decimated world, ruined and wounded in a way that made the very environment around them uneasy as the sleeping alien stirred awake, the ship quickly becoming a target for the unsavory pirates as they quickly began to advance on the newly appearing ship. "Get up Dima! We got company! Looks like scavengers! Cursed pirates!" The droid huffed, suddenly yanking the ship to the side in evasive maneuvering, causing Dima to immediately go from relaxing in her hammock to being flung about the cabin and slammed into the wall roughly. Quickly jolting her out of her dazed state as she struggled to pick herself back off the ground as X9 whipped the ship back and forth only to eventually take a shot directly to the vessels soft point.

The entire ship rumbled and rattled, alarms blaring and the ship losing full control as X9 steered it towards the ruined planet below. Dima stumbling her way to the cockpit and slamming her claws into the console angrily while hissing into the air. "WHAT MADNESS IS THIS!? CAN DIMA NOT HAVE AN HOUR OF PEACE TIME?" She snarled, clearly distraught at having her resting disturbed as the ship slowly came sizzling into the atmosphere of the planet below. The droid trying to salvage the ship and not cause to much damage during this 'emergency' landing as Dimas four arms all braced themselves against the walls and her lashers and tail wrapped around whatever they could to keep herself stabilized.

Eventually, the ship reached the surface, smashing through the wood of weak, sick trees and turning them to splinters. Barreling through a number obstacles before sliding across the surface and into a wide, open clearing with several rocks and broken down trees strewn about the area while she felt her body get thrashed about violently from the force of the crash landing. Fire and smoke filling the air as a trait of destruction lead directly to the wreckage as the vessels functions fizzled out and powered down.

Dima, aggravated at whatever was happening found herself becoming rather aggressive as deep, low chittering erupted from her chest. Undoubtedly several of their scouting ships on the way down to the planet to investigate the wreckage and claim their prize as the sound of hovering transport ships sounded in the air above her position as they reached the location.

"They never do learn do they~" She snarled, reaching up towards the gear rack where her things were stuck into place, pulling a massive Axe off the rack along with other various weapons off hers. Preparing herself to engage in an unknown enemy as the blood in her body began to broil. And as the strangers encircled her ship, on the inside she was preparing to unleash a fury upon them that they were not yet prepared for.

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[Tannara Kir]

Tag: Argos , Domina Prime

Status: Concerned... and probably unlucky

Location: Tython

Tython was one of the planets Kir had on her "To Explore" list for some time, and was pleased when she finally found a good opportunity. Nothing to hold her back. No concerns. Just her, and just getting to exist. To take long, slow walks through curious and new places, and to aid those who needed it along the way, should any opportunities arise. It wasn't even a full research mission, like a lot of her other trips. This was out of pure curiosity, somethign she'd recently taken quite the liking to indulging in.

But she should have known that there wouldn't be peace for long.

Kir had been quietly stalking following a group of locals for a few hours now, listening in on the orders they'd been barking back and forth through comms. And now, she watched them as their sky-bound comrades shot down a vessel... and as that vessel crash-landed on the surface.

Grateful for the armor plating covering her face, Kir was able to watch the whole time as the vessel slammed to the ground, and the groups on the surface began making their way towards it. She scuttled closer, still keeping her presence hidden. Something in her gut (was that the Force? Hells if she knew) told her that chaos was about to be unleashed, and blood was about to be shed. So very likely, her presence was going to be needed... possibly.

Yet still she waited, watching from the shadows, her heart a mix of excitement, fear, and anticipation.

 

[Argos]

TYTHON | UNKNOWN
AFTERNOON | CLOUDY
TAGS: Tannara Kir | Domina Prime

Argos watched as the ship came down and crashed a short distance from him, though what struck him as odd was the lack of a presence coming from it. It felt like there was nobody onboard, which didn't make a lick of sense, even for the confused beast from the Nether. He slowly began his approach, finding his balance to pick up the pace. Though he could feel the other signatures in the Force drawing closer to the wreckage, and the greedy excitement emanating from them.

He finally approached the wreckage from a hidden outcropping only a stone's throw away from the group moving in on the wreck. They were all armed and smiling like it was the best day in their miserable lives. His blue eyes shifted to the ship again, still unable to feel anything from it. He slowly approached the outcropping and knelt down, still staring at the group. "... Vultures..." His voice rumbled, like an old industrial complex screeching and working hard to produce the one simple word. It felt bizarre to hear his own voice like this, without barbaric screams or roars. Though he didn't know what else to say. As good as it felt, he couldn't remember his own language.

Though something in the corner of his four eyes caught his attention. A lone figure, hiding from the scavengers as well in the outcropping. He towered over her completely, and her armoured form quickly drew his attention. One of his four arms stretched out to point a finger at her. He wanted to know who or what she was. He wanted to ask where he was, what year it was, a dozen questions all flooding his mind at once.

But not a single word left his mouth. Confusion filled his four eyes as he stared at the tiny figure beside him, unable to gather the words. "... Friend...?" He muttered with his rumbling voice, the only word he was able to recall in the moment.

His attention snapped back to the ship as an explosion went off. The door of the ship was blown open and a few of the scavengers poured in while others inspected the rest of the crash. They laughed and cheered as though they were the richest people in the galaxy all of a sudden, but he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen...