Concord Rising [Open]

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

[Exhale]

"Compensating for wind.", he muttered out of the exhale. "Targeting distance: Twenty-three meters.", his hands adjusting the scope; a single finger slipped downward towards the trigger as the safety was flicked off.

The grass swayed as a swift blur stampeded through the dust plains and into an opening. Zun hesitated and released his finger from the trigger as the beast swiftly went past his line of sight. Quickly the young man rushed towards the other end of his vantage point, breathing heavily as adrenaline pumped through his body and caused goosebumps to rise along his arms. Sliding into position the hunter once again placed the stock against his shoulder and looked down the sight; a small black crescent faded as his eye focused through the lens, revealing a small target in front of him. Out with the other eye he glanced briefly as the creature continued to sprint. "Timing must be perfect.", he smiled lightly as he peered back into the scope and after a second pulled the trigger.

[Bang]

The blast from the laser rifle whirred out of the rifle's barrel and whizzed downwards towards the target. A loud yelping cry could be heard echoing away as the beast tripped over itself with and went limp with a thump. Quickly maneuvering, Zun slid down the sloped hill that he had used as a vantage point; sliding through dust and soil that marked his clothing and scrambled towards the fallen prey.

The beast was still breathing, its eyes looked off into the distance -- clearly it was near death. Taking out a small durasteel hunting knife he kneeled down beside the beast and lunged the slightly curved blade into its chest; the breath stopping. His attitude faded, remembering how easily death came. He was lucky that today he was the hunter -- not the prey. The beast would provide only a meager income for his family but an income nonetheless. This was the life of a hunter, the life of a farmer's boy. He didn't have any other way to follow and through humility and poverty it had provided valuable life lessons and hardships alike.

As he was about to lift the beast unto his shoulders for transport, the hunter noticed that a growing shadow was protruding outward followed by a roaring sound of rupturing metal and starship engines. Looking back and upward, the glint of last sunlight beaming into his eyesight a large freighter and its trail of smoke and flame drifted overhead and descended into a nearby pasture, a loud explosion came from the impact followed by the expulsion of loose metal bits which launched high into the air; landing in every which way.

"What the --?", his words stopped from the sheer shock of the event; although starships were by no means rare here a crash was odd, especially one like this...

//S.O.S//​

**ALL NEARBY STARSYSTEMS**​

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The ship released an S.O.S. emergency transmission to all receivers in the nearby starships surrounding the Concordian System. Whomever crashed on Concord Dawn was a mystery, little information about the ship existed in the transmission except that it was an BFF-1 bulk freighter, the 120 meter vessel was partially sunk into the earth and uprooted a farmer's crops. To be sure that no one was hurt, Zun rushed towards the crash site, nearly tripping a few times on the way -- having left the beast behind he slung the rifle over his shoulders mid-run and after tripping into a small hole he pushed himself up using his arms and moved closer in a prone position towards the crash site, now only a few dozen meters out he was able to use the scope of his rifle to scan the surroundings.

There were no signs of any bodies, and looking closely towards the farmhouse which was more or less blocked by the smoke plumes, it seemed that no one was home. No speeder or starship in sight. Treading cautiously he approached more closely and walked the rest of his way -- gun ready -- towards the crash site.

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[Falks]

Falks unbuckled his seat belt as ship now had crashed and was stationary. He breathed fast and uncontroled and his body felt heavy. "I guess thats what i get for buying a bloody discount ride to godknows what bloody planet." he mumbled as he picked himself and his guns up from the floor. Falks wore his exoskeleton armor made of durasteel, LMG Rain in a sling on his back, and two STHC in shoulder holsters. Falks made his way out of the ship, slowly moving away from the burning wreck to find shelter.

[member="Zun of Concord Dawn"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Zun noticed some movement behind the smoke but unfortunately was not able to get a clear sight of whoever or whatever it was. "A survivor?", he thought to himself; the moment had clouded his concentration only briefly before he looked back down the sight and tried to get a good grasp of what he saw. He noticed through the few brief intervals where smoke cleared enough that it was still moving. The hunter walked slowly in a hunkered down crouching position that he'd use to get in-close to prey, but in this case he simply wanted to figure out what was going on.

Although he was still nearly a ten meters away from the wreck, the heat from the fires was felt mildly from that distance; it must've been blazing hot up close.

[member="Falks"]

 

[Falks]

Falks was drenched in sweat under his armor the durasteel plates were heating up, and he was baking inside. He jogged a few meters away from the wreck before taking off his helmet. His helmet was scorching hot just like a pan taken off the stove. He clipped his helmet to his belt scouting the nearby area, looking for water to cool himself with. "Anyone here?" He yelled, not exspecting an answer, but he yelled just to make sure that no one was near.

Falks seemed like a rather tall person, his armor was surtainly combat tested, as marks from low caliber pistols and lazer weapons where scattered across it.

[member="Zun of Concord Dawn"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Tracking around the edges as best as possible, Zun began to feel the heat even more so and at the closest point -- still a few meters off -- the heat was making him sweat; it reminded him of releasing the cooling system on a starship and having the radiator steam out but it was dry instead. A few of his hairs had curled as he passed by a flaming component that must've broke away from the chassis. That's when he noticed a footprint in the silt-covered soil, it wasn't clear, but as a tracker it was one of those things he noticed on a day-to-day basis.

Despite being unsure as to who piloted the ship, he was still happy to see that someone made it out alive. That happiness turned to caution, though, because a print this deep could have only been made by either someone very heavy or wearing armour by the looks of it. Of course his intuition and experiences could've been wrong but he believed it nonetheless.

"Hello!?", he took the chances and released a shout over the roar of flames and the sound of girders collapsing from within the starship.

[member="Falks"]

 

[Falks]

Falks heard a noice, but it was unclear and drowned out by the flames. He turned around and yelled "Hello?" trying to follow the dirrection of the noice he heard. peals off sweat were dripping off his forehead, down onto his armor where the flames had blacked the armor plates. The sweat was boiled the instant it hit the front armor plate making a fizzing noice. But he kept walking despride his condition, as there might've been someone or something that could help him.

[member="Zun of Concord Dawn"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Following the tracks, Zun found himself nearer to the farmhouse along the farm where the starship crashed. He could've sworn he heard someone calling out, but it could've easily just been him hearing things through the crackle of flames or even mental deterioration from the heat. Approaching the house he noticed [member="Falks"] to his left, "Are you alright?", he asked -- raising his voice again to overcome the sound of flames.

The hunter stopped in his tracks and tried to get a better look of the man before him, strapping his rifle back around the shoulder; if there was anything he could do to help, he would. He did have a small plasteel container of water that he used as a canteen.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

In the distance a Large Gunship descended and soon landed in the distance on a upper elevated clearing, By the looks of it a AEG-77 "Vigo" model. The same ships the Black Sun used to escort illegal cargo but this one looked different, the logos of Black Sun were scratched out and replaced with different ones of unknown nature. Soon it landed and disappeared from vision. There was a Silence for a time till four loud hissing noises erupted, In the sky slowly fell 4 Viper Probe Droids. They slowly traveled toward the crash site making odd noises and sounds. Communicating with one another there own droid language was eerie and it did not help if they were watched as they moved their multiple legs and claws. Solid black photo-receptors twisted and turned examining the area, They were all armed with a small Blaster but as of yet did not use it even though two humanoids were nearby.

[member="Falks"]
[member="Zun of Concord Dawn"]

 

[Falks]

"No, I'm Falks" He said laughing at his own joke, turning around smiling. "Do you have any water to spare?" Falks were armed to the teeth and didn't really look like the average person as he was wearing armor and carrying more weapons than the standard army bimbo. "I think the captain was drunk and fell asleep during the landing." Falks tried to get a better look at [member="Zun of Concord Dawn"] as he reached out for a handshake.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Zun was a bit reserved but nonetheless reluctantly shook [member="Falks"] hand. He offered his water canteen without further hesitation, "Here, hope it helps.", he said to him. Zun was wearing the basic clothes worn by the planet's farmers except it was adorned with hunting gear and equipment, a somewhat large camping pack attached tightly to his back and a rifle slung around, at his side a somewhat mid-sized hunting knife could be seen sheathed. Along the heat his normally breezy clothing was becoming a nuisance in the heat.

His friendly attitude broke when he noticed two of the four droids that were sent to investigate; he didn't recognize the designs at all and immediately realized it wasn't local government. "Are they from the ship?", he asked Falks. Almost ignoring the initial smalltalk.

[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]

 

[Falks]

"I don't think so no, why do you ask?" Falks drank from the cantine almost emptying it, then pouring the rest over his head. The drones worried him, as they weren't familar. "those are definitely not from the ship i was on, what should we do?" Falks loaded his machinegun, and equiped his helmet. He followed the drones with his eyes, waiting for [member="Zun of Concord Dawn"] to decide what to do.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Zun noticed a small blaster like port on one of them, "I wouldn't provoke the unknown.", he said to [member="Falks"] whilst thinking of a plan.

His homestead was too far from here to say the least, he had spent the night lodged in a nearby community before setting out to hunt. The hunter knew that the settlement in question was only a few kilometers away; it was a smart journey regardless. The man probably needed help, there's no way any resources will survive that fire. "There's a nearby settlement. Follow me if you'd like, we can get you more water there.", he said calmly but still loudly as if he hadn't realized how much his voice elevated over the fire.

The droids would likely notice the direction they were heading in but for the most part they seemed more interested in the wreck rather than they themselves.

 

[Falks]

"allright, lets get going." he said lowering his gun moving with [member="Zun of Concord Dawn"]. still watching the drones fly over. "soo they aren't the normal drones, i pressume." Falks followed Zun, not knowing where they were going.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Reaching the ground the Viper probe droids branched off, two headed to the crash site and two heading toward the two humanoids. The probe droids that stopped at the crash site searched though the mess of bodies and Cargo as if they were looking for someone or something. Moving small metal scraps and hovering over the ship they continued to preform their tasks, slowly the gathers parts of the ship that were vital and expensive. The two other Probe droids loosely followed behind [member="Falks"] and [member="Zun of Concord Dawn"] in a stalking manner, They did not aim their blasters at them but rather observed them like a curious new born. The consistent sound of repulsor lifts humming and keeping the the droids in the air was not sneaky at all the following probe droids made their presance known.

 

[Zerrene Torran]

Zerrene stumbled along, her hand held to her side attempting to control a torrent of blood.

"Sithspit!" She hissed. The Chiss had been bleeding for few minutes now, and could feel her body about to give out. After a few more steps, she finally collapsed, two hazy figures entering her vision before she exited the waking world.


[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]@Falks@Zun of Concord Dawn

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

As Zun lead [member="Falks"] around the wreck he noticed someone collapsing in the corner of his eye. "Hey, are you alright?", he shouted and ran over to the person. If they didn't leave soon the sun would set, and traveling would become difficult. It was troublesome enough to walk all the way back but with dehydration at risk it would become potentially dangerous, nonetheless the hunter knew he couldn't just leave [member="Zerrene Torran"] behind.

Approaching the fallen chiss he knelt over, placing his hands near the wound to get a better look. He took off his pack, and rummaged through until he was able to procure some makeshift first aid equipment, including a bandage which he insisted on covering the unconscious victim's wounds. "Are you awake?", he asked. Looking back to Falks, "If she doesn't wake we'l have to carry her back.", but then he remembered how scorching hot the man's armour was. Zun would probably have to abandon most of his gear if he was to carry her limp weight on his back.

 

[Falks]

"do you mind taking off some of your clothes?" Falks looked to Zun with a serious expression on his face. "i can easily carry her, but im afraid ill burn her if my arms aren't wrapped in some sort of fabric." Falks looked at the woman whom had fallen before their feet. "hey Missy. Don't go dying now." Falks reached his hands out to zun to get them wrapped in fabric.

[member="Zun of Concord Dawn"] [member="Zerrene Torran"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

With so much going on the droids suddenly halted their activities and started to home in on the humanoids in a quick manner, They twisted and turned moving soullessly toward them. One Probe droid emitted a sound that was similar to an alarm and rushed in at [member="Falks"] blasting electric plasma, the same plasma blasters used when on stun. Once one of the droids act all four came in firing their stun lasers at those nearby hoping to incapacitate them or get them to leave the Site.

[member="Zun of Concord Dawn"]
[member="Zerrene Torran"]

 

[Falks]

Falks decided to skip the step with friendly intoduktion as [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] drones where now shooting at him. He grabbed the woman by the belt, trying to get ahold of as much fabric as possible so the burning would be a minimum. "i'm sorry miss." He said as he picked her up. Falks turned and began running as fast as his exoskeleton would let him, trying to get the woman into cover. "Rifleman, can you please tell me what the hell is happening?" he yelled as he was running from the shooting drones.

[member="Zun of Concord Dawn"]
[member="Zerrene Torran"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Almost without thinking the farmer ran with with, surprised that he had picked her up so quickly; luckily he had just gotten some of the bandages on. "I have no idea!", he said almost as shocked as [member="Falks"] was as the seemingly docile droids had began firing at them. One of the shots buzzed dangerously close and brushed up against the fabric of his trousers, even that was enough to give a somewhat numb sting to his leg that made him stumble a bit before picking himself up. He had dropped his pack in the process, grabbing it earlier as an instinctive response. Unfortunately it was too late to go back and grab it.

"If we keep going in this direction we'll get to the settlement eventually.", he panted the words.

[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Zerrene Torran"]