Escape to the sky: A Star Wars Adventure (Request invite)

[Kal Brennet]

The outer rim was a place no better suited for the likes of Kal Brennet. It was here, at the farthest reaches of the galaxy that Kal took residence. It was here that Kal decided he would die.​

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This place wasn't so much of a planet as it was a rock. At night, it was cold to the bone. A kind of cold that was so unforgiving as to destroy anything in it's path. Every night wind would howl and whip through the winding mountains and rocks, cutting sharp chunks into the hillsides. It was of the deadliest cold that the galaxy could offer.​

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Any life on the planet existed through fish in the thousands of ponds scattered between the mountainside. At night, the water froze solid and the fish with it. Life here was just as resilient as the planet itself, however, and every day when the sun shown up for 2 1/2 hours, the beating sunlight would melt all in sight. The fish would swim again, and the air was warm enough to breath. These were the only livable hours the whole planet could spare. After they were over, the sun peaked its head behind the horizon and the cold enduring wind returned, freezing the planet solid once again.​

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Sixteen years ago, Kal landed here in a stolen Jedi light cruiser, with just enough fuel to make a decent landing. Retreating to a nearby cave with spare parts from the ships hyperdrive, he was able to manufacture a jerry-rigged space heater. The ship would never fly again, but at least he could survive. ​

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Sixteen years without visitors or any reason to leave. Kal meditated at night, and fished during the day. Here he unraveled the balance of the force, truly understood what chaos and serenity meant. But under such a discovery, Kal also understood the fatality of his mistake in coming to this planet. He would never escape. Here, he would die. ​

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His hope came like a thief in the night, unlikely visitors of either friend or foe.​

 

[Nicair Claden]

Nicair had been running, running for a long time. Whether it was after something or from something he couldn't reasonably tell. He liked to believe his chase of his possible kin was what he was after, but perhaps it was something else. An eradication of the past, killing it, for the past serves no purpose in today's galaxy. In truth he was tired, his disciplined features became haggard, his hair and beard had become wild and unruly. It bothered him that he was allowing so much to affect him, he had hunted killers before, it's what he was truly gifted at. Yet factor in something that couldn't be proven into the equation and it drove him mad. Drove him mad because it could be true. And so Nicair ran but the trail had gone cold awhile ago. He was a hunter without his trophy prey, and he didn't know what to do.

The small rock possessed qualities that were hard to find in most planets, the rock was barely survivable. Nicair liked that, many times he would run to the wilderness to clear his mind, become what he needed to be to survive. It made life simple again. It gave him an enemy to spite. His cheap ship landed on a small flat area surrounded largely by gaping stone that would deny it landing. This would serve for now. Nicair had taken time studying his foe, learning its patterns. He knew how dangerous this place was, it was dangerous enough for him to throw himself against it and be sharpened by it. This place was a grindstone and Nicair? Nicair was the blade.

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[Kal Brennet]

The sun once again returned to the sky at dawn, and it was time for Kal to leave his cave. braced in heavy winter survival gear, he made his way outside. The air was already warm, and the snow at his feet was much, melted to water. As every day for many years, Kal needed this warmth to fish. It was the only source of food.​

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Today was something different, however. Today Kal heard a sound he hadn't heard in a very long time: engines..​

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Looking up toward the sky, he saw it. A ship.​

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[Nicair Claden]

To say he was roughing it was, a "rough" way of putting things. He had designed his armor to be able to handle most environments, he had done some extra tweaking on his ship. It was still a bitter cold. The local sea life would be his only choice for survival, no plant life grew during the long nights, not enough sunlight during the short days. He would scout the area and return to his ship until he had found a suitable place for shelter. That lead to a different problem, how long his ship would last and if it would be able to survive if he didn't start the engines every couple of this planet's cycles. He had come here to test himself, not spend the rest of his life here. Nicair was many things, but he hadn't been blatantly suicidal in many many years.

Perhaps it was his desire to truly center himself with the planet. Perhaps it was how much he wanted to detach from the technology that had failed him in his pursuit of his prey. Whichever it was, he didn't scan for heat signatures. Didn't think there was a point. If something killed him in the dark, then he had grown softer than he had previously thought.

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[Kal Brennet]

What damned poor soul was trying to make their way here? This wasn't good.

Kal began signalling to the ship with whatever he could. When he first landed, he had a flare gun on his ship, but the shifting ice and snow had swallowed that old freighter long long ago.

Instead, Kal used a piece of scrap metal and tried to reflect light at the oncoming traveler.

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[Nicair Claden]

There was a glint coming off of something. It wasn't random, something that could reflect light would have been rusted away by now had it not been in a more stable environment. That meant life. He focused his eyes and saw the vague outline of a figure around the occasional glint. Nicair hadn't expected to find another sentient creature here. He had been hoping for isolation, but perhaps this posed a new challenge. The Mandalorian sighed underneath his helmet and began the careful trudge towards the figure.

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[Kal Brennet]

Seeing the figure making it's way toward him, Kal felt a sense of unnerving happiness. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

He wanted to yell out, but the words wouldn't come. What would he say? How would he say anything?

Kal was pushed back into reality, it could very well be that the Jedi had found him. This could be a justicar, rather than a reunion with humanity. Any normal jedi would reach for a lightsaber, but Kal's hadn't worked in ages.

Finally he yelled out "Who are you?"