In the Dog House || Ottabesk

[Acantha Malvern]

Location: Deep Core - Above Ottabesk​

Wearing: Obsidian-type Strike Armour​

[member=Atlas] | [member=Beric Layne] | [member=Ciri Jade] | [member=Eli-Mae Forrest] | [member=Startorn] | [member=Voph]​

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The vast and never-ending expanse of space stretched out before them. Only one thing managed to punctuate the darkness. Bright twinkling stars, an unimaginable distance away, painted their stories sporadically across the black canvas. While Felurian hardly had the time to brand anything as “beautiful”, she could certainly make the time to do so for space. The uncomfortable situation of being crammed into a tin can with several people had hardly phased her on this occasion because there was something about its majesty that captured her attention. Something about the way it made one feel incredibly small and lonely, about how it gave you a glimpse at the true scale of the Galaxy, about how it could put almost anything into perspective. Felurian was very fond of space.

Suddenly, something pulled her violently from her deep reverie. The ship lurching to the side, sending aggressive vibrations through the floor and forcing Fela’s stomach into her throat. A myriad of things flashed through her mind in a matter of seconds. An attack? An asteroid field? Space debris? A broken engine? The Mistress peeled herself away from the viewport and headed down the corridor to the cockpit. Before she even reached the pair of sliding doors, her ears picked up one of the tell-tale signs that something had gone wrong. A cacophony of beeping and screeching coming from consoles desperately vying for the pilot’s attention. Fela sighed heavily. It was just her luck. Her first mission alongside the Knight’s Obsidian and it was already going awry.

They weren’t even halfway to their destination yet. Her personal datapad said they were flying somewhere over a planet called Ottabesk. They were still in the Deep Core. The sliding doors whooshed open as the thinly framed woman stepped into the cockpit. ‘What’s going on?’ Her cold tone asked of the two pilots sitting at the controls. She made no pretence of understanding the intimate details of ships. That was perhaps best left to the professionals, but if there really was an attack, or a storm, or a broken engine, she wanted to know. If that were the case the chances of survival were extremely slim, and dying in space was something one ought to have the time to prepare for.

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[Eli-Mae Forrest]

[SIZE=9pt]Eli was no amateur when it came to missions with the knights obsidian, in fact her very first introduction to the confederacy found her in the middle of the invasion of Tanaab. During this battle Eli realized just how far out of her element she was. This battle was far from the environment in which the small girl was raised, having been born and raised aboard her parents starship she had become quite the pilot, however it was only after joining the confederacy that she had stayed in one place for more than a few days. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Having been chosen for this mission Eli-Mae looked over the files of her fellow squad mates for this mission. Looking through the last of the files she noted that none of her squad mates had near the amount of flight experience as she did. It was time for her to select her ship, she could have her pick of any of the ships that the confederacy had, however being as this was a mission that may take up to a few weeks to complete she decided to take her personal MC-18 light freighter. This was the ship that she had been gifted by her parents as she set out from their starship, it was the first ship she had ever flown solo and gotten into a dogfight with. As comfort was at the front of her mind when she chose the ship for this mission, she chose the one she was the most comfortable with.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Eli-Mae sat comfortably in the pilots seat her bright blue eyes fixed upon the stars streaking before them as she prepared to bring them out of hyperspace as they had reached the system where their mission lay. As Eli pulled back the lever disengaging the hyperdrive she immediately knew something wasn’t right. Looking out her viewpoint she noted the presence of the planet known as Ottabesk as well as the asteroid belt between their ship and their target. As Eli set a course through the asteroid field a bad feeling hit her. As soon as the ship entered the asteroid belt another ship was detected directly to the port side of Eli’s ship, thinking nothing of it Eli kept going. That was until the ship opened fire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the first shot hit the hull of the ship Eli knew she must get out of the asteroid field if they were to stand a chance. As the woman burst through the door to the cockpit Eli called out “Someone get on the turret” The only downside to this ship was that the only weapon could not be controlled from the cockpit. Though the shields on the ship were strong they were not strong enough to keep all the shots off of the ship. It was then a second smaller ship this one a light freighter that was fast enough to keep up with the small freighter. As a few more shots hit the sides and back of the ship Eli felt her ship lose power. Her hands flew across the controls trying to get the engines to come back on. It was hopeless, they were in the gravity well of the planet already.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the ship quickly descended into the planets atmosphere the lithe ginger called out “Brace for impact” as she did so she would pull a lever to her left releasing the flaps trying to slow the descent of the ship. At the same time pulling back on the controls trying to level the ship as best as she could. Eli just barely got the ship to a 20 degree angle as it made impact throwing the small woman into the control console knocking her unconscious.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][member="Felurian Malvern"][/SIZE], [member="Atlas"], [member="Ciri Jade"], [member="Startorn"], [member="Voph"]

 

[Startorn]

Startorn sat in the back of the ship finalizing his gear check, he looked around at the group they had gotten together, Startorn wasn't actually a knight of obsidian, nope, he was a bounty Hunter but he came anyway, Startorn wasn't the biggest fans of ship's, death traps, all of them, on ground you can always find a way out, in space? There's nowhere to go, and when the ship started rocking from shots to the hull, then he realized they were crashing, you know how? Because he was slowly floating towards the ceiling, thinking quickly he grappled himself to the ground and got jostled by the crash and then slammed into the wall but thanks to his armor he was just dazed, he quicky got up and went to the cockpit were a small woman was on the dash knocked out, he threw her over his shoulder and got to the door which was ajar and stumbled out setting the woman down looking around to see if anyone else was out yet

 

[Kiandra Ceryss]

Location: Bridge of the MC-18 Light Freighter​

Wearing: xx​

[member="Atlas"], [member="Beric Layne"], [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"], [member="Startorn"], [member="Voph"]​

Signing on with a group outside of the rank and file of MedCorps was unusual for Kiandra. Though, with shifts in the Confederacy of late and downtime, given the chance to operate outside of the position of a leader was always a welcome change of pace. Taking the co-pilot's chair, she took on a portion of the responsibility for the vessel, though coming to find that it belonged to the woman who piloted it, her boundaries were known. To pilot a vessel of the Confederacy or Starfall was one thing. To crew someone's personal ship was something else. As the ship moved into the asteroid belt, she checked over the scanners and noticed they weren't alone.

"Looks like we've got company. IFF unknown."

Relaying the information to the woman at the main controls, she left the decision making to her. Unsure if they were friend or foe, it was hard to gauge the proper action to take, and final decisions weren't hers to make. Not here. Keeping an eye on the scanners, the young woman's fingers fidgeted slightly. Working with members of the Confederacy she had hardly met put a sense of unease into her mind. She trusted they knew what they were doing. But here, she wasn't as in control of the situation as she would be otherwise. For now, trust in others would be the way forward.

As shots began to impact the shields, she set to work, doing what she can to keep systems operating as another burst into the bridge, wanting to know what was going on. As the pilot called out about manning the turret, she glanced over her shoulder toward [member="Felurian Malvern"].

"A ship emerged from the asteroids and started firing. Not sure who they are, but they aren't happy to see us."

Everything that followed seemed to blur in her mind as the ship's power was lost and its descent into the atmosphere began. Combing over the controls, Kia adjusted things on her end that would aid in the safest descent possible. Upon impact, the young woman's body was slammed forward and fell limp beside the co-pilot's chair.

 

[Beric Layne]

Atlas. Eli-Mae Forrest Kyyrk Kiandra Ceryss Felurian Malvern
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Truth to be told, Beric Layne was not very experienced when it came to space travel. Most of his life he had spent in the freezing snows and biting winds of Vandor, practicing his lightsaber forms in the sleet-covered courtyards of Frosthall. Although the cold of his homeplanet hardly bothered him, space travel was an entirely different environment that Beric was still unused to. A rough crash as a first trip was not a good introductory experience, either.

Blurry-eyed, Beric awoke to find his head screaming in pain and his left ankle bent in an awkward position. He could smell dirt, and as he lifted his head he realized he was covered in it. Around him stood tall trees as he lay in a semicrater on the open forest floor, a stark comparison from the last place he remembered being. Shakily standing up, he leaned on his right leg for support, he slowly began to remember what had happened. Beric had been lounging in the passenger area of the ship, cleaning his weapon, when sudden impacts had knocked him and his lightsaber hilt to his feet. He'd quickly retrieved his weapon with the force and had been in the process of strapping himself into a chair when the second impact burst, throwing him again from his seat and headfirst into a holotable.

Dazed and groggy, Beric had tried to strap himself back into a chair, but by that time the ship had entered the lower atmosphere, smoke billowing and shrouding the windows as he tried to fight unconsciousness. He faintly remembered a jarring impact and another harsh blow to the head, but from there on it was nothing but blackness. Clutching his head, he first checked his belt to make sure that his lightsaber was still on him, and found that it was. That was good. As he stood up on unsteady feet, he tried to gather his bearings. He was obviously not in the ship anymore, and through deduction he could infer that probably on their target planet; Ottabesk, a planet which the Vandor archives had little information on besides a reference in a scholarly article on hyperspace travel. Looking around, he could tell that the planet had some truly impressive foliage, with conifer trees stretching up hundreds of feet into the sky.

The forest air was damp, and musty, but he could faintly smell a hint of smoke, something that would seem to be telltale of civilization -- or a crash. Grasping his lightsaber hilt in one hand, Beric began limping in the direction that the smoke was coming from. Perhaps it would lead him back to his team, and if not, it would at the very least be something he could get heat from in the night.

 

[Acantha Malvern]

[member=Atlas] | [member=Eli-Mae Forrest] | [member=Voph] | [member=Kiandra Ceryss] | [member=Beric Layne] | [member=Startorn]​

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The moment the question fell from her lips, it seemed the pilot was ready to answer.

Well, kark.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. ‘Over Ottabesk?’ Confusion was rife in her tone, and she made no effort to disguise it. Despite her surprise at the situation, Felurian made no move to rush forward and scan the reports coming through on the console. ‘That makes no sense…’ Another shot fired at the hull of the ship, causing all three bodies in the cockpit to lurch violently to the side. When she’d steadied herself again, the pilot called for action, and Felurian was ready to answer. ‘Gather as much information on them as you can, I’ll get the turrets.’ She spoke as she made a move toward back toward the doors she’d just entered in, but it was already too late.

Brace for impact.

Before she even knew what was happening, Felurian was weightless, hurtling toward the viewport in front of the pilot’s chairs. A sickening sensation overtook her stomach. One that felt strangely like walking up the stairs in the dark and thinking there was one more step than there actually is. In hindsight, that would have been preferable. Sooner or later your foot met the floor and the fear disappeared, you would laugh at yourself for feeling so scared and that would be that. Unfortunately for Felurian, the fall did not end. When the ship crashed into solid ground, she was flung unceremoniously through the front viewport, shattering the glass entirely and sending her slender form skidding across the muddy undergrowth.

The best she could do to prevent further injury was wrap herself in a bubble of force and hope for the best. When the shield popped Felurian was thrown hard against something, and she could only count her blessings that it wasn’t any harder. She gasped sharply, only to find that the pain had tripled. A broken rib, maybe three, an untold amount of cuts and bruises from crashing through the viewport like a bantha on spice. Kark. Get up. A familiar voice, harsh and cogent, crept into the corners of her slowly fading consciousness. Get. Up. With no shortage of grumbling about it, the Mistress did as she was told. After all, it was that voice that had saved her life many a time during training. She wasn’t about to ignore it now.

Though pain streaked through her body like lightning in a storm, she managed to work her way up the thick tree trunk she’d crashed into, until she stood on two shaky legs. At least they weren’t broken. With one hand wrapped around her middle, doing its best to stop the sharp stabbing across her ribs, Felurian scuffled toward the wreckage of the ship. It was in a deplorable state. One of the wings had completely ripped off and it lay a few feet away from the hull. The whole thing was pouring out torrents of black smoke that rose into the sky in great columns, tainting what would have been a beautiful day. ‘Is anyone still alive in there?’ She called out, hardly recognising the cracked, broken voice that resonated from her throat.

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[Atlas.]

| [member="Felurian Malvern"] | [member="Beric Layne"] | [member="Kiandra Ceryss"] | [member="Startorn"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] |​

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Atlas was doing his normal old shift that he did every evening. He was supposed to be doing the rounds of the area that was owned by the Scar Clan, but most of the time, this shift was dominated by wondering. Atlas forever wondered what was out there in the vast open space. What he could find without being restricted to this vast planet. He'd get lost in the stars thinking about the stories he had heard from the elders of his clan. Atlas was always made to feel like part of the clan, but he had always been different. Being born with the capability of using the force as the wolf he is was rare enough, but being trained to use it was even more so. But he never dreamed of what he would be able to do with the force, that's not what he wanted. He wanted to venture off this planet, the only planet he has ever known...

Atlas did his rounds with his specially trained group, the ones he was meant to treat like fighters almost, but he saw them more as family at this point. They were younger than Atlas, and smaller too, but they still towered over much of the life on the planet. Atlas began to repeat some of the stories he had heard from the elders to his younger counterparts, talking about how his species had been stuck on this planet for the whole of their existence. "We should change that one day, I hope" sighed Atlas, beginning to drift up into the stars again. Yet he was always told by the elders of the clan that he was meant to be on Ottabesk forever, helping the clan compete for land. "We, as a group, will get out of here one day, but we'll protect our families and pups first" Atlas continued, his group stayed silent, respecting Atlas. This short exchange of words was met with silence, apart from the slight breeze that whistled around Atlas' ears.

He stood still, taking the silent moment to take a break, but beyond the silence, a small noise could be heard. His ears pricked up and as he focused, he proceeded to slowly turn his head upwards, seeing a streak of orange and red break the darkness of the night sky. Billowing smoke followed the streak, and it was plummeting towards the ground. Atlas swiftly turned to his counterparts and signaled with his head, and a twitch of his nose, that action was right around the corner. Despite their massive size, they were able to run with relative quiet, apart from the small tremble their massive paws caused.

Atlas stayed behind the tree line with his group, analysing the wreck, he wasn't sure what it was, but it seemed like what the elder s described as a ship. The group crouched down as a humanoid figure moved back towards the ship. They remained unseen behind the tree line, stalking the visitors. "Time to protect the clan.." Atlas muttered.

 

[Startorn]

Startorn waved to get [member="Felurian Malvern"]'s attention but his eyes were draw to the ship where he heard a sputtering, he quicky turned on his heat vision and noticed the engines were heating up fast, Startorn quickly stood up and, although a little dizzy, ran for the door, if he remembered right there were two others still inside, he stumbled into the main compartment but no one was there, he went towards the cockpit when a beam fell down, he dived to the side right into a couple of electrical cords which gave him a good shock, he gritted his teeth and pushed on, as he entered the cockpit he saw a woman out cold next to the copilot chair, he picked her up and with great effort worked his way through the ship, he glanced to the engines flashing his heat vision on for a sec to see it burning hot, eyes wide he ran out and as he was soon as he walked out the door the ship exploded behind him throwing him forwards, he pulled the woman tight against him just as a chunk of something slammed against his back and a shard of what he guess was Durasteel stabbed right into his right leg, when they hit the ground they rolled for a minute before they stopped, he rolled off of the woman breathing heavily and his head swimming.

Tags [member="Atlas."] [member="Felurian Malvern"], [member="Beric Layne"], [member="Kiandra Ceryss"], [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"].

 

[Kyyrk]

WEARING: XX​

[member="Felurian Malvern"] | [member="Startorn"] | [member="Atlas."] | [member="Beric Layne"] | [member="Kiandra Ceryss"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]​

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Voph had been asleep. Or, close to it, at any rate. Meditating in the crew bunks aboard the small freighter. It passed as his form of sleep, at any rate. The nightmares were growing worse. Any attempt at sleep soon fell to his prison, reliving the same horrific moment time and again. A warm embrace. A flash of light. Searing pain. A woman's scream. The thoughts lingered even into his waking hours. He felt a calling. A purpose. A desire.

The robes he had crafted were draped about him, compressed to his body by the armor plates adorning them, hugging his body in their cold embrace. For a fleeting moment, his meditation faltered, as he wondered if he could even remember the feeling of a person's embrace. Voph's head dipped, and the world spun around him for a moment. Voph was disoriented for a moment, before he realized the hairs on the back of his neck were stood on end. He was lying on the floor, the ship rocking under the impact of shots. Voph pushed himself to his feet, bracing against the wall to steady himself. Voph moved from the crew quarters, feeling the ship rock under his feet. Atmosphere. He also realized the engines were no longer singing. The ship was going down. He pushed himself along the corridor as best he could, but the ship's integrity was failing.

The next thing Voph knew, he tasted mud. He drew a deep breath, and sputtered as debris and water sought entry to his lungs. He rolled over carefully, and pushed himself to his feet. Nothing broken. He must have had the foresight to shield himself when he was thrown from the ship on impact. He could feel the trail of destruction near by. The ship was out of calling distance, but he could figure where it was easy enough. His gaze turned to the ground, and a hand outstretched. His lightsabers flew to him, and were stored across his back. Voph took a moment to survey his surroundings, before pulling an armored gauntlet up to his face. "Voph to company, I'm uninjured, but a ways from the ship. I'll make my way to you, but...be careful."

Voph turned, looking behind him. He drew his hood over his head, blind gaze probing the landscape around him. He could sense the life the planet had to offer. Some of it substantial enough to potentially pose a threat. "I have the strange feeling we're not alone." Voph returned his comlink to his belt, and turned to follow the signs of destruction. His first few steps were measured and cautious, but as he gained confidence in his well being, he hurried to an even jog, covering the rough terrain as quickly as he could without risking further injury to himself. With their ship down, the party would need all hands in as able condition as they could manage until transportation could be found, or rescue arranged...

 

[Kiandra Ceryss]

Location: Surface of Ottabesk - Crash Site​

Wearing: xx​

[member="Atlas"], [member="Beric Layne"], [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"], [member="Startorn"], [member="Voph"]​

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Rolling through the grass as [member="Startorn"] fell to the ground, her body went still as her breathing continued steadily before a sharp inhale was met with a change in her status. Eyes opened to the sky high above and the blinding light as the world around her was blurry. Groaning as gloved fingers move to her head, rubbing her temples, the young Jelucani keeps any major movements to a minimum until she's certain nothing was broken and the aching in her head had settled.. as much as it was going to.

"I predicted a rought landing.. but that... was not what I had in mind."

Sitting up slowly, Kiandra held her head in her hands, the ache still clinging like a bad habit, wishing she had brought her helmet along. Glancing around at what little she could see though her adjusting vision and her parted fingers, she could tell they weren't all here. Not entirely sure who was missing. Turning her attention to the armored male, she was able to put two and two together, realizing he had likely pulled her from the ship as she didn't remember leaving it under her own power.

"Thanks for getting me out of there.. I would guess it was you, after all."

 

[Startorn]

"yep" Startorn grunted as he lay there his head swimming, he pulled off his helmet and dropped it to the side so he could breath better, he sat up wincing holding a hand against his probably few broken ribs, he glanced at his right leg, the shard of Durasteel still lodged in it, "ya wouldn't happen to have some bandages on you would you?" Startorn coughed out, gritting his teeth, it didn't help that the shard was warm. Not. Fun.

He layed back down "go check on the pilot would you?" He said nodding towards [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"].

Tags: [member="Kiandra Ceryss"], [member="Voph"], [member="Atlas"], [member="Beric Layne"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

[member="Voph"],[member="Startorn"],[member="Atlas."] [member="Felurian Malvern"][member="Beric Layne"],[member="Kiandra Ceryss"],

[SIZE=9pt]Eli-Mae was shaken as she woke up, her long red hair was scorched on the ends from the fires that had started as the ship had crashed onto the surface. The small redhead couldn’t help but feel that this crash was her fault, for she had been at the controls when the ship had crashed. She also felt that she should have sensed the attack coming, however, she hadn’t and must come to terms with that. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Opening her baby blue eyes Eli found herself looking up to the blue sky above her. As she tried to sit up Eli-Mae felt a sharp pain in her chest, definitely broke a rib as she slammed into the console. She had no clue as to how she got out of the ship but she was glad she was not inside it. As she finally sat up her blue eyes wandered over to her ship, her pride, and joy as it was a birthday present from her parents when she turned 16, it was in a bad way, the back bulkhead had been completely torn off of the ship, the nose of the ship was buried in the ground and there were small fires raging all over the ship. Eli attempted to combat the tears that would begin to run down her cheeks however she had no luck.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She took just a moment to grieve the crash of her baby. She had grown very used to piloting it, even when she had nothing, she had her ship. That was until now. As she quickly got passed the shock, for now, she would charge straight into the burning wreckage, she had somethings she needed to get. Once inside she stayed low knowing that smoke would rise, she made her way through the ship and recovered what rations she could scrounge up and got her armor as well as her sabers before coming back out her fair face covered in soot. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Where are we? Is everyone ok? What is the plan now” She said trying to not cry.[/SIZE]

 

[Acantha Malvern]

[member=Atlas] | [member=Voph] | [member=Startorn] | [member=Kiandra Ceryss] | [member=Eli-Mae Forrest] | [member=Beric Layne]​

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For Fela, it seemed like an age before she heard any response from a living person. Even then, it wasn’t a voice, it was an action she caught in the corner of her eye. [member=Startorn] waving her over to a spot a short distance away from the ship. By the time she reached him, he had already disappeared into the belly of the ship again, which Fela could have sworn was spewing out more smoke than when it had been a few moments ago. That was never a good sign. She could spot the pilot in a heap on the ground, passed out from the impact of their crash, but no sign of the co-pilot. At least now she knew why he’d rushed back into an almost certain death trap.

Watching the next set of events unravel would have been rather entertaining, if it weren’t for their current situation. To Fela it was like something out of a cheesy holofilm. The hero dashing into the belly of the ship, knowing it was only moments away from exploding, in order to rescue a damsel in distress. The only reason Fela could find relief as [member=Startorn] emerged from the door, co-pilot slung over his shoulder, was that nobody had died yet. That wouldn’t have looked pretty on her first mission report.

When the ship went up in flames, Fela had the mind to raise another shield to deflect the worst of the debris off herself and the passed-out pilot by her feet. Luckily, the other two had landed far enough away for it not to reach them. ’Still alive over there?' She called out over the roaring heat that now poured out from the ship in scalding waves. It became apparent that both where fine when they sat up, fortunately [member=Eli-Mae Forrest] wasn’t too far behind either. Despite the potential of concussion for the pilot, Felurian watched incredulously as she dashed back into the burning wreckage. Did everyone she was working with today have a karking death wish? A crackling sound drew her away from diving any deeper into that unsolvable puzzle. When another member of the party’s voice came through loud and clear, Fela breathed a sigh of relief that at this man at least sounded like he had it all together.

'Copy that Knight Voph.’ Fela cut the commlink connection for a moment in order to clear her throat. The gravelly tone was beginning to clear up, but it still felt like a stranger’s voice. 'It appears our way out is blown to kark. There were some old maps of Ottabesk that I snagged off the ship’s memory banks before we crashed. I’m sending them out now now.’ With a flick of her wrist the blurry depiction of Ottabesk’s surface was sent out to the everyone attending the mission. ’It looks like there’s a handful of science labs in the upper north-east corner. Short distance from where the ship crashed. I’m going to lead everyone there, we have a few injured. If nothing else, they’ll provide us some cover in case something happens. We’ll meet you there.’ Fela didn’t need to specific what she thought was going to happen. By now, anyone with an inkling in the force would be able to feel something lingering in the air that didn’t quite belong.

It was an eerie feeling that left Fela sure that there were an extra pair of eyes on her back that ought not to be there, but for now her only option was to force the feeling to the back of her mind. Whatever it was would have to wait, if it was so inclined to spare them that small mercy.

The last message she spoke was sent out to all the Knight’s not currently within her line of sight, [member=Voph] and [member=Beric Layne]. She assumed whoever wasn’t gathered in front of the smouldering remains of the ship had taken a different escape route. Voph, at least, was confirmed alive. Beric on the other hand, Fela had no idea. At least if he was alive, he would have the maps, and their plan to follow. ’Everyone okay to walk?’ Fela spoke as she closed the distance between herself, [member=Startorn], [member=Eli-Mae Forrest] and [member=Kiandra Ceryss] once again. ’We’re heading north-east. There’s some cover that way we can use while we send out a distress signal and wait for help. There might even be something of worth there, they’re old science labs according to this map, that is if we’re feeling up to looking around once we set up camp.’

Giving them little time to reply, Fela did her best to ignore the sharp stabbing pain across her ribs as she turned at the waist to set them off on their journey. It was only a few miles to the science labs, but they were all a little worse for ware, and it was best they reached them before night fell.

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[Beric Layne]

Atlas. Eli-Mae Forrest Kyyrk Kiandra Ceryss Felurian Malvern​

‘- - anyone - - in the - -’

Beric's comm stuttered feebly before giving up, powering down with an almost sad tone as its last vestiges of life sputtered out of its broken frame. The device he'd worn over his wrist had not taken the fall well -- in truth, nothing had taken the fall well -- and Beric grunted as he pulled the crushed commlink off of his wrist, attaching it to a pocket on his belt before continuing. He was on an alien planet without any gear, connection to his team or basic supplies. At the very least he could be grateful that his lightsaber was still functioning. He drew it as he continue to limp through the forest, shaking some dirt off of the handle as he inspected his weapon.

Your lightsaber is your life. It had been what his father had told him when he'd been a small boy, not even ten and already owner of one of the most powerful weapons in the galaxy. Those had been his years of challenge and learning on Frosthall, when he'd learned to shut out the cold and the elements around him to focus on his mind and body instead, where'd he learned how to manipulate the weather and the earth around him with the Force. That seemed so long ago, like it had been in a different universe when compared to this temperate woodland world. Yet as the faint light streaming through the trees began to fade as dusk sat in, Beric found himself instinctively shielding himself from the nighttime chill that was beginning to sneak in. Despite that, he couldn't help from drawing his fur cloak around his body as the light faded.

The light was a problem; it was getting harder for Beric to see, and in his currently injured state he did not need a twisted ankle to further hamper his movement. Flipping the metal handle of his weapon so the emitter faced upwards, a flick of its switch and his lightsaber whished as it powered on, its ice-blue blade illuminating the darknening forest floor. Nocturnal insects chirped mindlessly as the light of Ottabesk's suns faded and Beric found himself wishing he'd brought a flashlight. The only line of direction was the faint smell of smoke, but even that was being distorted by the breeze. Soon Beric would have nothing -- no supplies, no directions, no communication -- and be completely stranded on this foreign planet.

But the Lord of Frosthall wouldn't give up so quickly. Compared to the frigid colds of Vandor, Ottabesk was almost like getting stuck in a room full of pillows. There would be challenges such as finding food, that was to be sure, but from the limited data Beric had gathered on the planet he knew that it wouldn't all of the sudden plunge to below-freezing temperatures without any warning. As long as he had his lightsaber, Beric was fairly certain that he'd be able to make it off this planet alive. Or, at the very least, he hoped.

 

[Startorn]

Startorn grunted as he stood up, he picked up his blaster rifle and his helmet, he clipped his helmet to the side of his helmet and put the blaster under his arm using it as a crutch "sorry girls but I'm gonna be on the slow side" he said with a wince "if you need to go on ahead, I'll get there when i get there" he started to walk with the crutch, making sure to keep his right leg from taking any weight.

Tags: [member="Felurian Malvern"] [member="Atlas"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Kiandra Ceryss"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] | [member="Beric Layne"]