Broken Minds - Broken Hearts

[GhostOfProtocol]

He felt the landing gear hit the floor, the lovely desert floor of Tatooine. The heat was horrid, and T3 beeped to confirm it. [member="Noriko Ike"] had headed off on Jedi stuff, so he had to rely on T3 to co-pilot, and on that note Kei decided to come drink at his favorite bar. The issue was he had to land in the middle of the desert, away from anyone because he was still technically wanted for robbing a rich person. He still regretted that.

He sigh, stepping into the engine room of the Ebon Hawk quickly. It was warm, very, very warm. The ship was old, it needed refitting. He knew that and he didn't quite fix it. It'd survive, just overheat a few times. It happened, he could fix it when it come to it. He had a small crate he was rebuilding after he gave his last one away to the hermit on Degobah, [member=Kiera"]. He didn't regret that though, he hated, he very much hated the swamp.

He sigh, stepping from the engine room slowly, wiping his hands on a small rag. He needed to drink.

[member="Project Uriel"]
[member="Edwin Setyl"]

 

[Project Uriel]

Uriel V1.5m Prototype Testing Model.

Archangel Deployment: Single HRD Drone
Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix:
Primary Mission: Steal Ebon Hawk Vessel, Extremely High salvage Value.
Secondary Mission(s): Steal Star Chart Navigation Data, Eliminate Crew.
Tertiary Mission: Investigate the possibility of hawks nesting aboard the vessel
Directives


Outside the ship but inside a cargo crate being loaded aboard, our little dreadnaught today was armed once again with experimental hardware for testing. This would be her second run at testing the equipment for Archangel, a huge hip braced Mk4 heavy bolter, which would have probably crushed a normal human, or at least kept them prone, as well as her Model EDB Armor, fitted with Ionization buffers to help absorb ion damage to the unit. Uriel certainly wasn't immune to ion or plasma damage as they would eventually overload, but they had increased the units operational capacity considerably.

In fact she made for a considerably heavy cargo crate as someone working the spaceport was about to find out, or several someones as they tried to move it, they did eventually get the metal up in the air, but due to all this weight she fell through the bottom unceremoniously. This slender young girl, if not for all the gear she was wearing, naturally probably had a few of the port staff level a gun or two at her, but she was powered off. One might have even kicked her, but she wouldn't know from her position.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5IQqsebXms​

Uriel core systems online, downloading primary, secondary, and tertiary obj... error tertiary objectives still not recognized, signal reboot, overriding ERROR proceed.

Targeting systems online, motor controls online, shields online, armor functional, unit combat ready.

So the small but exceedingly heavy armored behemoth stood up, the ground visible creaking under her weight. Hand thrusting forward, she gripped the nearest port worker around the throat and simply squeezed, pulling a chemical grenade into her free hand and throwing it at the group of them. That never ended well for none machines, suffice to say it was messy but brief, noisy though, Uriel didn't do quiet. Checking her own armor over, and picking up the giant bolter, to brace against her armored hip. Uriel began tracking her vision toward the ship and its crew. Noticing one sentient from the port's own staff was still alive, her vision tracked him as he ran. Judging distance, calculating the meters, she fired the heavy bolter into the man, then there was no man, or much of where he stood left.

Now for the ship's crew.

Analysing Uriel Unit:
Waist - Standard issue Personnel Shield: 95%
Back - Standard issue Personnel Shield: 0% (Backup Status Offline)
Archangel Experimental issue Duraplast Armor Condition: Nominal
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 0%
Primary Systems Damage: None
Combat Capability 300% (Shield/Armor + Unit + Ionization Buffers)

Weapons | Gear: Viborsword, Standard Issue Bolter, Experimental MK 4 Heavy Bolter, 2x SW-12 Jacknife, Echani Shield Generator, Echani Shield Generator (Backup), Experimental Model EDB Armor (Reinforced EMP Duraplast, equipped with Ionization Buffer), x5 Chemical Grenades.

Uriel 1.5m Upgrades: Heat/Night Vision, Backup Shield Generator, Internal Self Destruct, Experimental Model EDB Armor, Experimental Model MK 4 Heavy Bolter

[member="Edwin Setyl"] | [member="Kei Garnik"]​

 

[Edwin Setyl]

Tatooine, so many people found such a decrepit place to be home. Edwin certainly didn't understand them as to why, what made it so pretty, what made it so much of a grandeur its one of the top places to visit? Edwin had his own reasons for visiting such a hot planet. Lord Kuul'Ket had desired the death of a Krayt Dragon. To sell more than anything. They were said to be difficult beasts. And Edwin hoped they would be his only challenge. Kuul'Ket warned him of Jedi, to strike them down if they dared be in his way. But not to show fear, Edwin never had the prospect of killing someone in his mind in the first place. One must not show their passions. The Sith Lord said anyone could easily manipulate them.

The Sith Acolyte had his usual gear. His lightsaber with a more than ornamental yellow lightsaber crystal. And his standardize blaster pistol. Not very powerful, but it's still useful in keeping the enemy busy. Or in this case, a krayt dragon. If a krayt dragon could even be distracted by weapons. And hopefully, once Edwin got the money, maybe he could invest in the augmentation of his shuttle, turn it into an assault shuttle. That would be nice. Edwin entered a cantina on Mos Eisley. He would need information first on survival of such a planet. If he could find natives with tips that would be perfect, but he was well aware they probably wouldn't do it for free. No one in this blasted galaxy was that generous.

[member="Project Uriel"] | [member="Kei Garnik"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He nodded to T3, giving the small droid orders to stay with the ship. He stepped from his ship slowly, cracking his knuckles as he strolled through the spaceport, exiting at the back. He hated the desert, the heat was stupid and the sand got everywhere, but the desert was one of the best places to drink. There was never a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than Mos Eisley. He smiled to himself, knowing full well that he would fit in perfectly.

He ducked low, entering his usual cantina from the back, flipping three small credit chips to the bartender. He knew the usual, and a small nod stated that he would make it and have some one take it over to his usual table. He wasn't in here much, but he'd made the usuals. He was a smuggler, a scoundrel and a drinker. He shouldn't drink and fly, but it was bound to happen. He smiled slightly, leaning back in his regular booth. He didn't try and blend in, what was the point? If a thug noticed him, he could handle him easy enough.

Someone strolled in, and he smiled, putting his feet up on the table.

[member="Edwin Setyl"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Project Uriel]

Uriel V1.5m Prototype Testing Model.

Archangel Deployment: Single HRD Drone
Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix:
Primary Mission: Steal Ebon Hawk Vessel, Extremely High salvage Value.
Secondary Mission(s): Steal Star Chart Navigation Data, Eliminate Crew.
Tertiary Mission: Investigate the possibility of hawks nesting aboard the vessel
Directives

Uriel's head jerked left and right, the walking dreadnaught tracking no movement. Busy ports, tatooine wasn't exactly known for its safety procedures, or desire to get involved in disputes. Not that uriel understood any of that, to her there were just threat levels to assess from organics, some high, some low and removed in order of efficiency to complete the mission.

Soon enough someone would be looting these bodies, or perhaps rallying to stop her, probably both given the reputation here. Her face suffering mild damage to its left cheek from the chemical grenade, seemed the skin had caught a wash of it, being eaten away to metal beneath. The damage was barely registered to this drone model series HRD, just a foot soldier they sent when brute force would do, and when Archangel needed an expendable model. Her skin only allowed her to close proximity to her targets easier, she idly processed if having a half metal head showing would still afford her half as much charisma to organics, philosophical HRD questions.

With very heavy slow steps, creaking her under metal skeleton, the armors, and that hip cannons weight, uriel reached the Ebon Hawks door.

Locked. Analysing structure.... wait.... analysing required pressure... complete.

Placing the oversized gun next to the landing ramp, she attached both her hands to the side of the ramp's door, simply pulling at it, there was a loud creaking of metal, and more than one bystander gathering to watch her from afar. How did this tiny humanoid manage to rip off the ships outer docking hatch? Simply, not easily, as it required exacting pressure not to damage it overly much, but simply enough and cleanly too, except for the relatively clean ripping at its connecting joints.

Mission update entering outer docking hatch.... she carefully dropped the landing ramp's door to the side and climbed aboard, pulling her weapon up with her. About a dozen onlookers were now staring at what was going, eventually someone was going to do something, back at our bar someone probably said hey.... look at what that girl's doing outside! [member="Edwin Setyl"] | [member="Kei Garnik"] Over their drinks a patron might even say, wonder which unlucky guys ship that is?

Analysing Uriel Unit:
Waist - Standard issue Personnel Shield: 95%
Back - Standard issue Personnel Shield: 0% (Backup Status Offline)
Archangel Experimental issue Duraplast Armor Condition: Nominal
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 0%
Primary Systems Damage: None
Combat Capability 300% (Shield/Armor + Unit + Ionization Buffers)
*Minor Chemical damage to surface cheek skin

Weapons | Gear: Viborsword, Standard Issue Bolter, Experimental MK 4 Heavy Bolter, 2x SW-12 Jacknife, Echani Shield Generator, Echani Shield Generator (Backup), Experimental Model EDB Armor (Reinforced EMP Duraplast, equipped with Ionization Buffer), x[4/5] Chemical Grenades.

Uriel 1.5m Upgrades: Heat/Night Vision, Backup Shield Generator, Internal Self Destruct, Experimental Model EDB Armor, Experimental Model MK 4 Heavy Bolter

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He would of looked, truthfully. He heard the noise of people getting interested and he could gather a ship was being taken, but to be perfectly honest his drink was much more interesting. He smiled, taking a small sip as he allowed his fingers to trace his holster, a small habit he had picked up over the years. He brought his hand back up, placing it behind his head, coughing slightly into his fist as he gripped his glass again, sipping his drink.

He did wonder who's ship it was, he figured it wasn't his. His was protected by a half decent droid with a blaster and a shock arm, he also had a solid door. No-one was breaking into it easily, and if they did T3 wouldn't let them get to the main cockpit anyway. They'd be locked out if they made it that far, and if they could remotely start the engine, they'd need T3 or another droid to access the nav computer.

Truthfully again. He wasn't worried.

[member="Project Uriel"]
[member="Edwin Setyl"]

 

[Edwin Setyl]

Seemed everyone was always trying to drink their worries away in these places. Edwin never had the time nor desire to succumb to such practices. He couldn't afford to mess up now either. He was getting slow close to understand the philosophy Kuul'Ket had in his own asension towards the power of the lightside. The Acolyte didn't desire a master until he understood these philosophies to help in his own practices.

Edwin asked all kinds of people in the cantina. It urked him at the numerous and undesirable remarks. Blast, even when he offered credits many of them still acted in foolish ways. Edwin sweared he was just going to pull his lightsaber on the next guy who decided to mess with. He wasnt going to usw intimidation, Lord Kuul'Ket might even look down on him, but Edwin didn't care. Edwin motioned upwards a rather smug fellow. He had the feeling they would mess with him just by his stance. But maybe they would actually help him. It would certainly be easy for him.

"You there," He said in his imperial accent. "Is there anything you might know about travelling the sands of this planet." They didn't exactly look like a native, but it was worth a try.

[member="Kei Garnik"] | [member="Project Uriel"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He looked up, sipping his drink casually. Something wasn't happy about the man, he had a dark aura, compared to the light he'd felt from Noriko. Compared to the light he hoped he gave off, then again was he light? He was a smuggler, his lessons with Noriko had taught him that Jedi were rarely smugglers. He shuddered lightly, deciding to play along. Maybe the man would move on, although his past encounters with Sith taught him that they rarely moved on.

"You want the clever advice, or the advice on how to not get mauled by smugglers?"

He smiled slightly, feet still up on the table.

"Never interrupt a drinking smuggler, most of us don't take it well. Anyway, about how to survive on this rat's end of a planet. I can offer two main tips. Stay out of dodgy cantina's and carry a portable fan with you always. Make sure you are armed, smugglers and thugs roam these lands. Don't sleep under a sleeping bag, sleep on a small sheet so you don't fry. Sandstorms ain't nice, get indoors during them".

"That's about everything I've learned"

[member="Edwin Setyl"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Edwin Setyl]

Edwin was slighted irritated at this man's words. Seemed he believed the acolyte to be foolish enough to simply interrupt anyone without a good cause. He was tempted to pull his lightsaber on this guy, the arrogance his previous masters had told him of. He reeled this back though, Kuul'Ket had explained to Edwin how he must've imbue fear into his enemies. That deliberately trying to make them fear you was unwise, and out of the question. But Edwin was getting something else from this guy. Was it... the force? The Acolyte didn't know. He was particularly strong in the force despite the constant meditation that would say otherwise.

Edwin turned from this man, not even paying him for the information, he guessed it was all he was getting from these guys. Perhaps he could find Jawas, certainly they could supply him information for the right price. At least supply information on not 'camping out' in this place. Edwin had no desire. He wanted information on dealing with trekking through the sands, and maybe how to attract wild animals. It would certainly make it easier on finding a krayt dragon.

[member="Kei Garnik"] | [member="Project Uriel"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei was fairly interested to say the least, the man was different enough to the normal people who's force aura he felt. Then again, he spent most of his time around Noriko, so he wouldn't be surprised if he was a little off. Yet, he had to be right, he wanted to be right. The man was a Sith, there was no real reason for the feeling other than that. He coughed lightly as he watched the man leave, leaving half of his glass of Corellian Ale untouched, standing up.

"I'll be back"

He shot a glance at the bartender, following the male slowly. He followed behind, ducking into small alley ways to avoid being seen. He waited, he needed to wait until they got somewhere quiet, somewhere where civilians wouldn't get hurt if things kicked off. He needed to be in the dune sea, only about a five minute walk, and the Sith seemed to be heading in the right direction. He would wait, patient. He would wait until there were no civilians near them and the dunes were open, then he would shout at the man slowly, picking his words.

"Don't I get paid for my information?! Or is a Sith custom not to pay!?"

[member="Edwin Setyl"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

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[Edwin Setyl]

Edwin marched off from Mos Eisley. To find a Jawa, one must find their sandcrawler. Which hopefully should be an easy task, considering out large and noisy the things are to begin with. Edwin was glad for the protection his pilot's gear provided. Designed to withstand the radiation of ship fire in space, this ability also made it convenient for travel out in the hot sands. Although that didn't stop his feet from burning up. Just as Mos Eisley was disappearing from his view, he heard a voice.

"Don't I get paid for my information?! Or is a Sith custom not to pay!?"

Edwin froze. It was the voice of that smug looking fellow from the cantina, obviously expecting to be paid credits by the sound of it. But how did they know he was Sith? He had no darkside energy to him. Was it his attire? Edwin probably should've gotten rid of his red lined cloak. Perhaps that was what gave it away. Edwin wasn't one for having offensive capabilities, but perhaps he could exhaust this target. As Edwin concentrated, he could feel the force from this fellow, it was on the same level as his. No doubt they were a padawan.

Using the force, Edwin quickly leaped towards this smuggler, drawing his lightsaber as he rose. Sand flew everywhere in the wake as Edwin headed straight for the padawan's torso. Would he kill this foe? No, one mustn't use fear. For all fear grants is temporary power. Besides, all this person is to Edwin is a thorn in his side, an obstacle in his way. And the acolyte wasn't one fond of being cut off his mission. He'll exhaust this foe, send them running if possible. For once, Edwin felt like he could fight a force sensitive, there was that other acolyte who was on Korriban of all places, but his power was much more... unstable.

[member="Kei Garnik"] | [member="Project Uriel"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He felt the force. Noriko had taught him to feel with it, use it to predict your next movement, and it was the force that taught him to duck. He gulped, noting how the Sith's lightsaber had given him the worlds shortest back and sides. He looked up, reaching quickly for his DL-44 blaster at his side, attempting to unhook it. It was tied though, that was the issue, and he stepped back, staring at the Sith with anger.

"I regret everything"

He moved forward, using the force to get aside from the lightsaber, attempting to get close enough to disarm the Sith. Even then, the Sith would have the advantage. Chances are, the Sith was more powerful in the force, more likely to have damaging and lasting effects in the force.

He was still going to attempt to fight.

[member="Edwin Setyl"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Edwin Setyl]

Edwin saw as the padawan tried to get close to Edwin. Leaping back himself, the acolyte started using the lesser krayt technique, spiraling his lightsaber around as he gradually drew himself closer towards the smuggler. At the same time, Edwin was looking around the environment. Wildlife would be much more spread out on Tatooine in comparison with other planets. Even so, it didn't mean Edwin couldn't use his environment to his advantage. There was plenty of advantage everywhere, although Edwin wasn't planning on using it until the fight heated a bit more.

Edwin never talked during a fight, it would always cause him to lose focus. Sure he was an excellent pilot, but even he found himself distracted when talking on the comms during dog fights. The acolyte was only merely lucky with his previous allegiance towards the One Sith that they totally closed over this detail. Sure it didn't bug them but it surely bugged the acolyte. Edwin just couldn't think of a way to help solve this problem. Perhaps Kuul'Ket would know?

[member="Kei Garnik"] | [member="Project Uriel"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Feel free to begin breaking Kei. Don't stab him, he still has to fight battle two, but the force is always good to break him, throw him around and break a few things

He wouldn't die! Instead the lightsaber in his grip was stuck into his hand, Kei unable to even remotely get close enough to the Sith to disarm him. He finally unclipped the DL-44 at his holster, sending two shots towards the Sith, sprinting towards the desert, hoping to find some sort of basic cover. His past experiences with the Sith were telling him not to run away, Sith couldn't be allowed, they couldn't be kept in the galaxy.

He sent another shot towards the Sith, realizing how impossible it would be to hide behind sand. Instead, he swore loudly, keeping moving, attempting to circle the Sith, keep him moving, keep him thinking. He hadn't resorted to the force yet, so maybe Kei still had hope.

Maybe

[member="Edwin Setyl"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Edwin Setyl]

The blaster shots were futile during Edwin's lesser krayt technique. Surely a padawan would have better common sense then to not use a blaster to try and shoot through it? He watched as the padawan circled him. What were they up to? Edwin wasn't planning on giving them any chances, he past experience told him it wouldn't be wise to allow his foe to keep their distance. Now it would be time to use the environment before this padawan pulled something with Edwin. He stopped his saber's rotation, attempting to force stun his foe. Hopefully their will wouldn't be strong long enough for him to do his ultimate technique. Edwin scooped up some sand, trying to throw it into his adversary's face. Dirty move, for sure, but Edwin was always fond of trying to use his environment. No matter how dirty it might be.

Being Sith was an honorless task, no matter how you might view the world. People always use a select few in history to tell the majority. Those who seeked power were foolish in Edwin's eyes. These fools were the reason Edwin needed protection, to protect himself from the very Sith he'll live beside. There was even plenty of murder attempts on his life by his own masters when he was part of the One Sith.

Trust was a rare commodity for Edwin these days, and so few people even understood the weight of it.

[member="Kei Garnik"] | [member="Project Uriel"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He hated sand.
He hated being paralyzed, unable to move.
He hated not knowing which to hate more.
He was lamb to the slaughter.

He was blind, sand tearing at his eyes, he needed to blink, yet he couldn't. He needed to blink, make it all better. He couldn't, his foe wouldn't let him. He attempted to make a sound, his foe wouldn't let him manipulate his mouth, his voice. He couldn't move, couldn't focus. His eyes were burning, the sand would make him blind before long, something he wasn't looking forward to. He liked sight, it allowed him to see the happy places, the light places like Naboo. It also allowed him to see people like the Sith causing him the pain.

He hated Sith.
He hated Sand.
He hated most things.
He was lamb to the slaughter.

He felt the weight on his body let up, and he blinked, feeling his eyes refresh as the teary liquid cleaned them out. He dropped to one knee, coughing slightly, staring up at the Sith. He regretted starting the fight, regretted not having a lightsaber and actual training before messing with a Sith.

He pushed out his hand, a feeble force push, more like a slight breeze.

He was lamb to the slaughter.

[member="Edwin Setyl"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Edwin Setyl]

Edwin stared silently as his foe struggled. There was to be no pity. A mouse can't bite the tail of a viper without the risk of getting eaten themselves. For the first time, Edwin noticed that this padawan, although force sensitive, had no lightsaber on him. Suddenly, the padawan caused Edwin to stumble as he felt the force push him. It wasn't strong enough to topple him over his feet, but it was certainly something. By now, the force stun must've weared off. Force sensitives always had a higher apitude in willpower than most regular people. Edwin decided it was time to stop playing games, going into a stance known as center of being. Concentrating on the force, awaiting whatever attacks this smuggler might have for him.

It felt weird to Edwin, that he would enter a fight so offensively. But even so, through his defenses, he managed to catch the padawan off guard. Hopefully, now they would go on their own way, as Edwin will for himself. He had his own battles to do, with a krayt dragon for that matter. It would certainly be better off if he could preserve his energy for that, and not waste it on this padawan. But the galaxy was a cruel place, wasn't it?

[member="Kei Garnik"] | [member="Project Uriel"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Destroy him, assume he's dead and wonder off time I guess. Was fun, will have to hook up again some time Edwin. I got a robot to fight now. Ouch

His blaster had rolled off somewhere into the sand, and he wasn't about to go and find it in the middle of a battle. Instead he attempted to reuse a tactic, sand. He ducked close, attempting to stay away from the hot, hot plasma while scooping up a handful of sand. He flicked his wrist as he moved, rolling away from the blade, the force acting on the sand to blow it towards the Sith. Kei smiled to himself as he stood up, awaiting to see his results.

T3 chirped on the Ebon Hawk. Someone was on the ship, and the CCTV was clear it wasn't Kei. T3 had two options, the little droid knew that. Curl in the corner of his engine room and power down, not get killed, or use his head blaster to defend the Ebon Hawk with everything he had. He chose power down, of course. Useless droid.

[member="Edwin Setyl"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Edwin Setyl]

The Padawan.
Threw sand.
At a Sith wearing a helmet.
That can block out sand.

Now Edwin knew this guy wasn't very strategetic to begin with. Edwin stared blankly as his lightsaber still towards his chest vertically. Lowering his blade, he concentrated on the force. He wasn't naturally strong, but with enough collected energy he could do anything. Like heal wounds faster. He never really tested the concentration on anything but that. Having to act quick, Edwin applied another force stun on his foe to give him more time to concentrate. Once he felt ready, he force pushed this adversary far into the dunes. They didn't move far past the time Edwin expected the force stun to where off. Assuming his opponent was knocked out, Edwin used the force to quickly move past the sands. If they were knocked out, hopefully it would give him ample to get out of the blasted fight and actually find a karking krayt dragon.

One problem down, another left to do. It was always so wonderful that Edwin always had to deal with obstacles. He was never truly fond of that.

//End

[member="Kei Garnik"] | [member="Project Uriel"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Everything was pain.
Everything hurt.
Why did he throw sand at a dude wearing a helmet?

He was thrown across a desert.
He was unconscious.
He was slightly drunk.

Those were the only answers he needed. He was out for what felt like forever, but in reality it was about ten minutes. He hit his head, hard. Blood trickled down his face, plastering his hair to everything. He needed something to cure a headache, he assumed he had something aboard the Ebon Hawk. He normally did, it was his talent. The flood of the last battle washed over him, blindsided him much like everything.

He'd been out much longer than ten minutes, the sun was setting. He'd been out cold for about an hour, and he grunted lightly, crawling over the sand dunes. He'd been pushed some distance, and he grunted, the Ebon Hawk in front of him. Why was his ship missing a door? He grunted, from forgetting a dude had a mask to remembering the noises earlier. Who tried to steal his ship, were they kidding?

"God, today can burn"

[member="Edwin Setyl"]
[member="Project Uriel"]