Draven Dursden
The Toy Knight
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QnUIIyH1Go
The knight stood at the edge of the dense jungle, the heavy smell of dense vegetation assaulting his nose, carrying a musky, earthy scent to it which was foreign to his nostrils. Once it would have smelled like home. Memories flooded back to the young knight, his home farm world, the hole, slavers, all memories which flashed passed his eyes as he stood there dumbfounded for a moment. In front of Draven was a huge jungle, the monolithic trees towering miles above the already short Jedi, making him feel even shorter than he already was.
Behind him, the massive metallic suits of his dudes creaked uneasily, the comms chattering idly in the background with crude humor and banter, each distinct suit saying something about the wearer's personality. Draven's combat boots dug into the soft soil as he took a deep breath, and stepped forwards, over the threshold of the forest, and was immediately swarmed by a mob of biting little bugs. It would be a great day.
Draven had snuck away from the stern supervision of [member="Jyoti Nooran"] to come here. He had heard of a ancient temple, with potential artifacts and relics, nestled deep in the center of this jungle, which might hold some hidden force power, or ability. Whatever it was, it was something to do. And he could do it without having to look over his shoulder for permission to act. The knight set out, igniting one of his bright purple sabers, and beginning to slash his way through the foliage, his dudes following in their respective formations, trampling down massive swaths of underbrush as they forged along.
Enormous birds soared above the forest, their screams and screeches easily heard from the forest floor, and were a bit unnerving. All around them it was animal eat animal, and pointy stingers were in abundance. Captain George hovered just behind Draven, his massive chain gun at the ready, and Felix on his other side, his less bulky armor was pure white, making it stand out amongst the mostly red and black color scheme of the group. His voice crackled over the comms,
"Boss, this jungle is pretty dense. Its gonna take us a good bit to reach the temple, should I tell the boys to be ready for a overnight stay?" To which the leader responded, "Go ahead. We are gonna be spending the night here. I doubt I will hear the end of this from the Jedi Masters...." As he continued to tromp along through the thick underbrush, his boots getting absolutely soaked from the dew and water which clung to the leaves.
They continued along all day, every now and again, freezing showers of rain came pouring down from above, rolling off the leaves and drenching Draven, his dudes chortling and laughing happily in their mechs as they watched the jedi shiver and spit. As they walked along, Captain George called out to Draven, "Hey boss! Cigar?" Opening one of the absolutely massive satchels he had on his mech's hips, and inside was a backpack, inside that back pack, a small plastic baggie full of high end cigars. Draven took one, and light it, after taking a small puff, and letting a tiny cloud out he smiled widely, "I like these. Gimme the rest George." The captain made his complaints known, but handed over the rest of the cigars.
By nightfall they reached the temple, its enormous runes leading into the side of a jagged mountain, which towered up in the center of the jungle, covered by dense foliage one would never have even known it was there, Draven sure would not have, if it had not been mentioned in some obscure holocron he was listening to a couple of times, and he had managed to peice the clues together. Clustering outside the enormous entrance tunnel, Draven began to give his men a quick catch up on the information about the mission,
"So ladies, we are here to recover some ancient tablets. Captain George and I are going to go in alone, Felix and the rest of you will be outside, and watching the entrance. Don't let anyone in who may have tailed us here, and stop them with whatever force you need to. Unless its a silver Jedi. Then just...don't ruff them up too bad."
He then grunted, taking a long puff from his cigar, and nodding to captain George, the short man, and enormous mech suit, stepped into the pitch black, musty tunnel. The only way to go was down, and to follow the winding tunnel deep into the earth. Why did Draven do this to himself? Why couldn't he be a carpenter, or a blacksmith, or a bladesmith? He doubted he would ever know.
Over all mission: To retrieve artifacts which may be of value, containing force secrets and forgotten styles. Get out from under the smothering of [member="Jyoti Nooran"]Warning: This is a very dangerous, and deadly mission. I intend on giving Draven more than enough adversity, and I won't go easy on your characters. This is your warning, this is a deadly skirmish, do not join unless you are prepared for some serious injury.
Location currently: Draven's Dudes are surrounding the main tunnel entrance, armed to the teeth and dug in. Draven and George are making their way down the tunnel leading into the temple.
Suggestion: A good place to enter the tunnel would be the small side entrance to the east, which is a tiny stone door, overgrown with vines, and stinking of sewage.
