First Reply Journal #9 - Bound in Grass

[Trent Perris]

Toshara Outback
Equipment in Bio - Currently Limited​

Spoiler: OOC Information Read First

Please do not instantly solve the problem as this is supposed to be a tall tale anyway as a story to potentially retell in character.
You wake up beside Trenton Perris on the Tosharan Savannah with the other half of a Stuncuff around your wrist and a length of Binder Wire keeping you tethered to him. The stuncuff is controlled remotely by those you have upset enough to find you, knock you out, and cart your butt to the wilds. The why for you is whatever you want to cook up but means having made local criminals want some dangerously petty payback with a show.

There is enough wire between you to take care of business without breathing down each other's neck but that is the only saving grace for the situation. Stripped of your advantages and needing to work together to get back to set things right.
Meant for fun and a break from the usual threads.
Also, when one you of gets shocked, both of you get shocked. Enjoy![/I]

Toshara had been turned out to be a mess from the first moment he had touched down.

Looking for details about a potential seller of various supplies for The Foundation to use, Trent had come sniffing around for whoever it was that was willing to sell. The first pull on of his string of problems being his own ignorance of what was proper protocol for the area. A stupid little fee for taking up time on the spot when he wasn't just stopping for the usual maintenance. Something he didn't even spend time thinking about.

That had been his first strike.

The next was a card game in a bar barely a stone's throw away from that blasted landing pad.

One of his favorite tricks earning himself a tight, almost round the clock shadow. The eyes watching him belonging to one of the local crime groups when they realized he was getting far too lucky, far too often. Even going so far as to use a completely rigged deck of cards to prove their point. With his second strike in their book in under a standard hour, those that adorned overly ornate chairs with ridiculously luxurious padding had already begun to wonder what kind of repayment for the offenses would be sufficient.

Which would have likely been a decent shakedown at best, and possibly losing a few of his digits at worst.

But the problem with Trent was, and usually seemed to be, when he stepped in the poodoo; He stepped into a herd's worth of it.

The final energy cell in the chamber had been looking at a crime boss's daughter and even daring to chat her up.

Straying so far from his original goal he had planned to stay overnight and deal with whatever fees he'd accumulated by the time he was burning fuel home. Instead, he woke with a pounding headache after a particularly frightful nightmare of what was less fantasy and more reality as his eyes opened to the unpleasant sting of a bright sun overhead. His whole body aching with the effort to sit upright, jaw popping as he yawned and made his hand snap to the spot. A sharp yowl of pain at the feeling as it brought to his attention the second most annoying part of his waking up.

A sharp buzz that seemed to be coming from his wrist.

Blinking away the fog of what he guessed to be sleep to stare at the blue glowing ring around his wrist.

"Huh" A little sound of surprise was all the more he could do as he tried to process when he'd bought or messed with a stuncuff like some newbie idjit.

Turning his wrist back and forth while his brain refused to fill in the blanks of his mind. Shifting slowly through the mental gears when he didn't feel the same threatening tingle of energy against his skin on the other wrist. Lifting the bound hand higher to find the connecting wire and trace it back to where it ended.

"Huh"

Surprise and confusion measured in equal amounts of his singular word while his whole face twisted into further, perhaps even deeper, thoughts.

@Open​

 

[Sid Berik]

Ow.

Ow.

OW.

OWW.
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Shore leave after another successful operation- this time, to an off-planet world. The Commando earned some respite- some rest. Now, the planet he ended up on was not necessarily a great spot to pick, sure. But Sid had wanted to see the dangers of the galaxy, and the criminal underworld, well. That was something he didn't have a lot of experience in. He knew war, he knew combat. He didn't know diddly squat about card games, scoundrels, pirates. So in an effort to expand his horizons, the Commando set forth to grow, adapt, learn, and return back to the Empire with a bountiful knowledge of the underworld and how to navigate it.

A real vacation, for sure.

Unfortunately, he was robbed, stunned, and hooked up to someone else, as much as the kid could gather. He was awoken, confident he was missing his wallet, holdout blaster, knife, garrote wire, punch-knife, lockpick- The bastards even took his shoes. Cheap boots. They took his cheap boots. At least they left him his socks. Imperial issue.

"Quit movin' it!"

Sid said, rising to be sitting up with his companion. He rubbed his free wrist, pulling on the man inadvertently, tugging on it. He did a mental measure of the wire between them- and frowned. This was a game to someone. He could deal with the pain, the dehydration and perhaps, for a while, no shoes. But he had no idea who he was hooked up to, or really, where he was on the planet.

"Ah crap-

Who the hell are you?"

No introductions, not yet. No, Sid would keep the fact that he was a Corporal in the Imperial Elite to himself for a while. Though, he didn't feel very Elite at the moment. He certainly put the Special in Special Forces, though, with his current situation. His new plan was to escape, go back to the Empire, and pretend he had a nice vacation and let off some steam. He'd never hear the end of this if he was discovered, or rescued. The endless ribbing, the demotion, maybe a beating, but the constant berating would be the worst part.

Sid was a rough-looking kid. Young, definitely- early 20s at most, maybe a bit older. But the scars on his face and his musculature showed that he was someone who had some degree of discipline, of training and of resolve. His voice sounded inner-core, accent fleeting. Not posh, lower-class. Calluses on his hands. The man he was hooked up to looked every bit like the word 'criminal' or 'pirate'. Hopefully, he didn't take offense and try to strangle him. At least, not until the stun cuffs were off.

 

[Trent Perris]

Toshara Outback
Equipment in Bio - Currently Limited​

Blinking rapidly as he took in the fact he seemed to be strapped to someone with a healthy amount of scarring. Being pulled along as the man adjusted himself.

Scooting closer so he could at least have the same comfort without tugging on their tether.

Squinting to make out the details of the other's face as he realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. Or the familiar feeling of boots after a particularly sharp blade of grass slipped past his socks. Or feeling the weight of his jacket. His eyes drifting back to his own body to realize he had been stripped down to his shirt, pants, socks, and half of his belt.

"Well shit." Squinting against the sun as he looked around at the surroundings. All of it looking like a smear of colors and shapes that didn't make a lick of sense as he turned back to his newfound friend. "Did we get robbed?"

He didn't particularly think of himself as looking like an easy target. Probably did if he had to think about it. Maybe. His face scrunching up in thought as he sighed. The question of who he was making him wonder as he tried to pick apart the guys accent. A difficult thing when he barely had one aside from sounding like he came from the core.

"Uh. Squints. You?" Opting for his nickname since he'd have to be doing a lot of that without his corrective lenses. Meaning fire was a harder thing to come by if this situation turned out to be what he thought. Staring at the bright orb in the sky, and having to crane his neck, he figured that it was currently directly above them. Meaning that wasn't a terribly useful thing for their survival at the moment.

"You have any survival training by chance?"

 

[Sid Berik]

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Sid realized several things in a short amount of time. They also took his shoes. Dicks. They, being whoever did this. They, also, concurrently, bound them together for some sick amusement, or perhaps they managed to fall away from their captors, or partially escape. That, and, based on what the guy was saying, he was stuck next to an idiot.

Squints. Right. His name was definitely squints.

Sid stood up tall, looking around the landscape, surveying what he knew to be true, what he knew couldn't be true, and what he knew could possibly be true. He stood there for a moment, silent, contemplating their situation. He took a deep breath, after going over the variables in his mind.

"Yeah. Plenty. Come on, get up. We need to get to lower land, find some moving water. I could use a drink."

Moving water, was probably the only safe way to get something to drink. Maybe there'd be some sign of civilization near water, as there tended to be. Sid seemed sharper than he let on, the way he analyzed things with his eyes. He however, only seemed to glance over his compatriot. Which, either meant that Sid couldn't figure him out, or he just pegged him for an idiot and didn't pay him too much mind, and was more focused on himself.

Trent Perris

 

[Trent Perris]

Toshara Outback
Equipment in Bio - Currently Limited​

At first content to remain seated while getting his bearings, Trenton ran through everything in his head.

He didn't remember drinking too much. Didn't remember much beyond falling asleep really. At first the idea of last night simply being a nightmare passing through his mind as he tried to pick apart details. Some too sparce to really be worth anything besides a flash of bright light before being held still. A frown forming as his mind picked at every little thing.

A lazy half turn to see what the other man was doing before returning to his thoughts. At least until the idea of finding something to drink came.

Once standing, he did his best to survey the area. Which wasn't the best he could do without blinking and narrowing his eyes to try and get things into focus. Reminding himself of what the local fauna was like as he kept his head on a swivel.

Granted all he really saw was grass and the occasional patch of trees. Some darker shapes that looked like blurry squares off in the distance and much larger shapes beyond that. Mountains, spires, plateaus, or whatever the locals called them as he looked to his compatriot.

"Running water out here might get us near a farmers herd. Whatever it is they keep out here." Sharing one of the more clear things in his mind as they walked along.

The grass underfoot jumping between razor sharp golden slivers that burrowed into flesh and softer green that cushioned each step. Shaking his head as the trekked on before realizing something.

"What about you? What am I calling you?" He wasn't going to belittle the man by trying to pry a name when he'd offered an alias.

The landscape slowly changing as they went. Greenery becoming more prevalent while a low murmur of activity filled the air. Almost unnoticeable with slowly being exposed to it. At least not until a squall of a beast cut through the lazy sounds and was followed quickly by a heavy, thunderous rumble off to their left.

"Hope that stays over that way." A vain hope as the sound began to grow in volume.

 

[Sid Berik]

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"Farmers sound like a bad idea to run into."

Sid said, taking a deep breath, walking along, struggling to get used to being walked along, tethered to someone else. After a moment he got used to it, and even began to walk how he normally did- confident, tall, strong, and proud. He meandered along, before reaching the edge of the water. Sid dunked his head into the water, taking a deep drink- and washing off his face and hands.

"Water leads to civilization, somewhere. Always downstream." He said, bringing his head out of the water, turning to face the man while on the shoreline on his knees, looking up to the sky, then back to him. "Sid. Sid Berik." He took a deep breath, running a hand through his close-cropped haircut. As they walked along, Sid was eyeing for anything that could be used as a weapon to defend the two of them. For the time being, they needed to protect each other. Whoever he was, he was no good to Sid dragging a corpse.

"I'm an Imperial Stormtrooper- one of the Commandos. I know that isn't popular, but I won't be tethered to someone I don't trust a little more than that. So you get that much."

Whoever he was, whatever side he was on, he couldn't kill him, or abandon him. No, no matter what, they were stuck together.

What was that rumbling...

Trent Perris