Blast From The Past (Galaar/RC-1025)

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

The Thundering Spire drifted through Omega Space, not far off from Corellia. The ship was searching for salvage for use of the their flotilla's live ship (this thread is pre. liveship construction for an official time stamp), and they had seemingly struck gold as a large derelict what seemed to be old separatist ship was spotted off the bow of the Ardent-Class fast frigate.

The ship was oddly still had life support and power it seemed, which to the hopeful scavengers meant good work! However, their captain, one Galaar Tal'Verda former Republic Commando spotted something on the life scans which scared the ever living kark out of him. There was a functional RC Armor tally aboard the ship.

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How is this karking possible.

That was the first thought that ran through Galaar's head. He stood upon the bridge of his ship clad in full Katarn rig. He was a veteran of Fox Squad, one of Vau's recruit's before being transferred over to Bralor when his first squad; Kath was killed in the live fire training. His armor was incredibly personalized, it was blue and white, with a Fox on the right shoulder and a hawk on the left. Upon his chest he sported a mythosaur skull.

"Jebs!" He barked an order out, "Get our har'chaak hull close and dock with that cruiser. I'm boarding it." The man nodded with a rather quizical look.

As soon as the ship was docked, Galaar and his Strill, Cabur climbed into its old, broken hull. It was like stepping in a world that he never wanted to return to.

I have to find the source.

"Oya! Cabur! Hunt!"

@[member="RC-1025"]

 

[RC-1025]

The air was stale after years of disuse. The only sign of any power was the drone of the vents signalling life support. Every step a cloud of dust rose in the air. There was a flashing light of a console dimmed under layers of dust. The light showed a CIS insignia on the hangar wall.
[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]
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He felt warm and everything felt cold. Air flowed into his lungs and he coughed. The action caused him to hunch over and he fell over. There was a clack as armor hit the ground. He was stiff, like he hadn't used his limbs in years. He couldn't see anything. He tried to touch his face but something was in his way. It was flat. Oh wait, he remembered he was armor and a helmet. Like muscle memory he took off his helmet but, he still couldn't see anything. He coughed as he tried inhale new air. Is there anyone out there?