Sunblade
Beasten of Onderon
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Intent: Dead planet contest. Also submit the homeworld for the Komodi.
Image Credit: X
Canon: /
Links: Komodi
Planet Name: Komodan
Demonym: Komodi
Region: Unknown
System Name: Komodan
System Features:
Vjerethed – asteroid belt formed out of the broken chunks of the planet
Tristi – a red giant, the only sun of the Komodan system
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Coordinates: 17h,6v
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Major Imports: /
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Major Exports: Disease?
GEOGRAPHIC INFORMATION
Gravity: Half-standard
Climate: Tropical. Seasons are defined by the biannual monsoons, Elti and Atri. Each lasts approximately four months. The intermediary periods of two months each are called Ojerta and Shengeli. They are comparatively dry, but still very hot.
Primary Terrain: Rainforests, mining deserts, mountains.
Major Locations:
Steelbridge; The skeleton of an old mining settlement. Transient metal architecture has long succumbed to the elements, resulting in a town that looks and feels like an abandoned beer can. Houses lean on each other like drunkards, with whole rows collapsed like dominoes. Forgotten machines jut their rotting teeth into the overcast sky. Tunnels gape in the mountainside, black wounds that never healed.
( Steelbridge – Image by Matty17art )
Djismalla; The largest uninterrupted swath of rainforest on the planet. The tallest trees easily dwarf some skyscrapers, growing so tightly together they might as well be a single plant. The thick canopy filters few rays of light, but the underbrush has adapted. Anaerobic organisms run amok on the ground – moss and lichen and ferns the size of a grown man.
( Abandoned Komodi Villages )
( Teeth of Djismalla )
( Djismalla – Image by Unidcolor )
Palou peak; So named after one of the ancient Komodi Elders, the Palou peak is the tallest mountain of the planet. This, however, isn’t its most remarkable quality. Despite its jagged edges and an impressive silhouette, the peak is better known as the Great Pyre; the site where a wayward meteorite struck Komodan.
( Palou peak – Image by Titus Lunter )
Lake Pyre; When the Great Fire crashed into the planet, it had demolished most of the Palou mountain range. Miraculously, the peak itself remained standing despite the absolutely gargantuan crater at its base. The south slope of Palou is thus practically nonexistent, with the mountain forming one giant overhang above the sprawling hole. In the years since the impact – counted in the hundreds – burst veins of groundwater have bled into the crater. With rains came landslides, and with those, mud. Eventually, the cracks clogged up, and a freshwater sea formed under Palou.
( Lake Pyre )
Kered Arish Oij; Or, in Basic, the Place of Spirit Meetings. It was here that the Elders of the Clans once held their Communes, debating and deciding on the future of all their people. Located in the middle of Djismalla, Kered Arish Oij isn’t so much a settlement or a temple, but rather a clearing. What’s truly interesting is the fact that even though centuries have passed since the exodus of Komodi, not a single tree has grown back. The sacred site remains untouched by time, the totems of the Clans still arranged in the Star circle, the grass still worn where the Elders would sit. In the middle stands a lone rock, covered so thickly in red handprints that the color of the stone disappears completely. This is the Oij Ishe, Spirit Stone. Young Komodi would be brought here to perform their Rites of Passage into adulthood, which varied from clan to clan, but always required a sacrifice to the Spirits. The site still thrums with vestigial Force energies, and any sensitive soul to tread these grounds would likely experience the memories engraved into this place.
( Oij Ishe – Image by Bethesda Softworks )
POPULATION
Native Species: Komodi, once.
Immigrated Species: Humans, once.
Population: Uninhabited
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Wealth: High in natural resources – wood, water, ore.
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Technology: Only remnants of galactic technology remain, scattered through the various mining towns.
To say that the planet boasts a rich history would be an understatement.
To say that almost all of it has been lost… not so much.
The traces of ancient Komodi tribes have been all but erased – a scarce few landmarks survive, secreted away in corners where civilization hasn’t set foot in millennia. Far more visible are the brutish footprints of the human invaders – scattered mining outposts, reduced to rusting metal skeletons that poison the very earth in which they are buried.
Centuries of monsoons and unstable weather; corpses, left unburned and unheeded in the wake of wars and catastrophes; cruel outsiders with an utter lack of respect for nature and customs; all of this, poisoning the ruin of a once-grand planet.
The Komodan of today is less than a shadow of its ancient beauty – it’s a perversion. Waste and hate had found fertile soil after the ashes had settled. A people’s worth of suffering tore the heart out of the world that had once cared so fiercely for its creatures. The wound festered, putrefying in the darkness that followed the mass exodus.
Illness came. Disease.
Odd growths sprang where once there were none. Sickly vines snuck through forests, snuffing the life out of that which was too weak to survive. In the decades without sun, plants withered and whiled away. Animals perished in the thousands, and the ground gorged on the death and blood. Greed blossomed as it grew bloated, chained to its newfound need.
An acquired taste.
The spirits of old found corruption at the bottom of the well, suffusing the world they had once nursed. Memories of pain and battle fueled their anger, breathing life into storms that shook Komodan down to its core. Tempests wracked it for centuries on end, drowning the cracked earth with poison rain.
When they subsided, twisted life sprang from the bowels of the planet. Hunched jungles with crooked fingers reaching towards the sun; jagged mountains, studded with thorns and shrubbery; sprawling deserts, blackened from the scorch:
the seeds of wrath.
And the spirits? Their fury had cooled, mutating into something far more insidious. They retreated into Komodan itself, leaving nothing but their invisible webs spanning the surface. Voices that had once called to worship and ritual now whispered of secrets – a seductive siren’s call.
Woe to any that fall prey to the susurrus.
