First Contact

[Nyx]

Artemis was silent as she looked at the ship that had taken her here to Raxus Prime. It had already been falling apart when she had stolen it on Jakku, and this trek had not exactly done it any favors. The synthetic narrowed her ocular optics, mentally cursing those damn pirates that had ambushed her outside of this system. The battle had nearly destroyed her junker, leaving her with no choice but to make an emergency landing here on Raxus Prime, a planet she frequented more than she'd like to admit.
The synthetic remembered when this world was beautiful, filled with healthy forests and sparkling streams. Now, it was just another hellhole ruined by the folly of organics. Saddened with her memories, Artemis silently turned to the industrial wasteland behind her.
Her sensors indicated that the parts to repair her ship lay around here, but she began to wonder what the point was. What was she going to do, where was she going to do? She had been everywhere, done just about everything. She was a relic from an age long since past, barely holding onto her sanity.
These thoughts had haunted her for over eight hundred years, now, so she had plenty of experience putting them to the side as she began her scavenging trip, not expecting to run into any other sentients out here.

[member="Aellin Tedronai"]

 

[Aellin Tedronai]

[member="Artemis-09"]

Raxus was his world.

Or rather, it was for now. This planet held mysteries, secrets, aspects that could not be imagined by most. To the vast majority that came to this world Raxus Prime was nothing but a junkyard planet, a collection of trash and discarded and rusted metal. Yet it was so much more. When one looked, really looked, they would find anything and everything that they could ever think of.

Aellin had known this for some time, he had known what Raxus Prime held, what lay beneath it's surface. That was why he was here, that was why he watched so carefully for anyone that came to visit this world. He was hesitant, careful, at least until he could do what he needed upon this world. It was why he had gone to Dromund Kaas, why he had gone to Thule, to gather what he needed, to take from the galaxy what he required to raise what he had found here so long ago.

So when he sensed someone in the distance.

When he felt someone wandering across the surface of his world, Aellin could not help but investigate. He moved quickly, a heartbeat passing before he found himself on the surface of Raxus Prime. His hands swept to his lightsabers, his eyes set forward. He did not know what or who had come to his planet, but he intended on finding out.

 

[Nyx]

She was not alone. Eight hundred years of functionality had taught Artemis to know her body and it's functions well. So when her sensors told her someone was approaching, she payed attention. The synthetic slowly rose from her spot at a pile of junk, her hands twitching with need for a weapon. She had the phrik blade on her back, but she kept it in it's sheathe, for now. She may have been built to slaughter and burn, but age had mellowed those instincts and programming. Her blue optics blinked as she considered her options.
She could always flee. Like she had fled from the Vong during the Great War. She could turn and fight. But why? She had fought for eight centuries, now. What would be the point of fighting without being provoked. Creators, sometimes she felt so damn old. Some days she wished to enter the Eternal Sleep like so many of her her brothers and sisters, to join them in oblivion. But then who would carry on the legacy, who would ensure the Lost's sacrifice was not forgotten? No, she had to face her demons. Including this one, but with a hand outstretched, not a blade. For now.

So she turned, the cloth hood around her head concealing her ocular optics and white metal face. She simply waited for her hunter to arrive, her hands by her side, hands clenched into fists. Hopefully her voice synthesizer was working well enough to hold a conversation. It had been some forty years since she had last had occasion to speak. Oh, well. If it had lasted this long, it would work well enough to serve her here.

[member="Aellin Tedronai"]