[Development Thread] Picking those Darn Blasted Moons

[Katelyn Feanor]

The metal armrest of the chair felt as cold as snow and ice even through tight-fitting black combat gloves which held leather padding upon them. His back rested lazily against the metal wall of the shuttle as it swam through space, like a duck through the surface of a pond. He could feel the cold surface of the metal pressing against his back through his black robe which felt plastered to his back through sweating despite it being quite cool in the shuttle. No, it wasn't the sweat of exhaustion, it was the sweat of nervousness and the ambition to succeed. The black hood over his face along with his metal mask hid his true face and his actual true gender in fact.​

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As the shuttle veered closer and closer to the small moon below, the man's hands curled up against the farthest edges of the armrest in impatience. His hazel eyes looked around impatiently through the metal slits grafted into the mask. His legs involuntarily lifted upwards forcing the man to stand up. He turned towards his right in place and his arm extended outwards, his finger's flexing as they quickly darted and held the railing near the door as the ground of the moon was in sight. The doors then opened with a start and extended inwards towards the shuttle walls, leaving a full landscape view of the planet below. It, was a miraculous view to say the least despite the desolate landscape of rock.​

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[Katelyn Feanor]

A large metal and broken down facility now came into view through the open doorway of the shuttle. Pieces and parts of the facility were thrown all over the place including through the canyon that the shuttle was flying through. Rust was striking through the metal plates like a virus, infecting a host. Some parts were half-buried within the rocky and sandy ground, now barely definable as metal anymore due to the heavy exposure to the elements. This was once a imperial facility before the reactor detonated and it's abandonment. Since then, it has never seen use and is just a landmark of ages past now.​

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Fanus's Metal Mask was looking above and through the horizon looking for a suitable landing area that was both flat and close to a nearby reserve of phrik. He found no such luck which gravely disappointed him and angered him. The top of the canyon's wall were barren with rocks and debris every now and then. His hazel eyes looked beyond the tops of the canyon to look further. Than, a flat piece of land came into view with rocks by it, it was just barely large enough to land the shuttle. Fanus then turned his head to the left calling to the pilot loudly with pure ambition which sounded like a bucket full of metal through the mask. "PILOT, Direct this ship 2.5 Kilometers West of this location and then land the shuttle."​

 

[Katelyn Feanor]

<>Beginning landing sequence in, 3......2.......1..<>​

The booming robotic voice nearly made Fanus fall out of the shuttle all together but he gripped the railing firmly to stop himself from falling out. The voice overhead was beginning the checking of the systems along with the activation of the landing gears.​

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Fanus looked out upon the Horizon as the robotic voice sounded behind him, the grim sun being reflected off of the front of his metal mask and some rays of sunlight getting through to reach his hazel eyes. But that didn't bother Fanus one bit at all, he enjoyed the sunlight reaching his eyes and blinding him, it was a nice alternative to the cold of Hoth which he so desperately wan't to get rid of long ago. Oh, the joy Fanus felt on the inside when he was out in the sunlight, it was nice and relaxing, almost like a beaming smile. Oh, the sun...it feels so nice, if only I could take this mask off in private, but sadly, I can't seeing as how I have a blasted mission! Thoughts of annoyance and joy kept on sifting through Fanus's head as he stood near the door, looking outwards at the sun.​

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Suddenly, the ship rocked sending Fanus to the ground. He caught himself through the use of his hands and knees and he stood up slowly. Strange, very strange, why would the ship rock when it landed? This couldn't be good, nope it couldn't be a good sign at all, after all, something easy is usually going to be as difficult as possible. Such was the blasted way the galaxy worked.​

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The shuttle then landed without any further problems and First Order Stormtroopers disembarked in an orderly fashion from the landing ramp. Shortly thereafter, Fanus departed after them, flanked by a stormtrooper on either side of him. Fanus's voice pounded loudly through his mask as he spoke orders to the stormtroopers not standing at his side. "TROOPERS, UNLOAD THE CARGO, IMMEDIATELY!!"​