Lost in the Mist

[Luca Donskoi]

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[SIZE=12pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Umgul[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt][member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Ek Vilibro Griz"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The chaotic racket of alarms and sirens ran rampant through the bridge of the [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Valiant[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] as the ship's computer rang out in distress. She was dying and was making sure those she harbored were made well aware of that fact. She had held on for hours now, smoldering as fires reemerged; almost as soon as they were put out they'd spring back to life again. The [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Valiant [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]was dying. She was on the last string of her life and too short that life had been. But . . . her story was not yet over. It couldn't, and wouldn't be until she no longer functioned in any form. A time that was all too quickly approaching for her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It took about an hour, maybe more, for the blue and green orb to fill the transparasteel viewport of the cruiser as Umgul crept closer and closer. It's orbit was vacant; there was not a single ship that passed through the sector. It was as though life had come to a screeching halt in a moment's notice here. Like the prosperous life these people had once known was gone completely. Even if that were not the case, it's how it appeared on this day. Not one ship outside of the [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Valiant[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]. Not a single one. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A moment longer passed and the engines sputtered and groaned on the cruiser and then finally ceased. They were dead. Their life had left them as the last of the fuel reserves had been expended following the breach that jettisoned the vast majority of what had once been there. The pale blue glow that once emanated from the four large mechanical constructs dissipated and finally vanished. Shields were gone. Hyperdrive was gone. The communications array was down. And now the life of the engines had fleeted from existence. It was a sad day and the crew braced for the worst. They braced for the end and among them was their Commander, a Colonel. He was sitting in his chair in the bridge, leaning forward, resting his head in hand with the elbow anchored to his thigh. He closed his eyes a moment and thought, letting his emotions swirl around like a vortex in his mind before bringing himself once more to the present. A new, more serious and determined expression came across his face and within a brief second, he'd sat up and thumbed a command to open the ship's intercom. "Today marks the end of a long journey and a journey well traveled. I couldn't have dreamed to have served alongside a more extraordinary group of men and women than I have with you. I challenge you this. Remember your families, Remember your homes. Remember what you've fault for. We will get back to those. We will survive and we will prove the galaxy wrong for we are not meant to die this day. We are meant for so much more." Alden paused a moment and wiped a tear from his eye as his thoughts not only fell upon his family and his home, but also to the one single greatest part of his life. But, he had to remain strong, if not for himself, for the men and women that served beneath him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and proceeded to continue. "I am ordering you now to abandon the [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Valiant and use the escape pods to seek refuge here on Umgul and make contact with the Confederacy. Make it home to your families. To your friends. To your loved ones and to everything you know and love. Do it all while holding their memory near and dear to your heart. You all came into the Navy for your own reasons, swearing you'd lay down your lives if you had to in service to the Confederacy, but I'm giving you another order. You said you would die for it; I'm asking you to survive for it. Serving with you has been the greatest of honors." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Speeches were not his thing, but still, he put his heart behind his words. And he meant every word that left his mouth. And even as the officers aboard the bridge evacuated, he solely remained. A Lieutenant turned in his direction as his was about to step foot into the turbolift to head for the nearest escape pod. Concern filled her heart and sorrow covered her face. "Are you not coming, Commander?" There was genuine concern in her voice as she asked her question, maintaining eye contact as best as she could as he awaited his reply. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Alden sighed, and stood from his chair. "Lieutenant, it's been an honor. Go, I'll be behind you in a moment." It was a downright lie as he voiced his reply returning her salute as she turned to enter the turbolift. He felt bad for it, but he couldn't stomach telling her his true intentions were to stay with the cruiser. That he intended to go down with it, but save as many men and woman as he could in the process. Leaving every last escape pod and shuttle for the crew. He would not take away from their limited options of escape. Too many had already been lost in the struggle. Too many dead. And their blood was on his hands. It weighed so heavily on his heart and he didn't know just have much longer he could carry that. He couldn't lose any more. That's why he'd ordered their evacuation. It was the only option he had left to save them and he was going to use that. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]One by one the pods and shuttles launched, darting to the planet's surface below. Following their Commander's orders. They were going to survive. They were going to send a distress call to the Confederacy from Umgul’s surface. They were going to be rescued if nothing else. They would make it home, even if their Commander did not. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He returned to his seat not and sat once more. The fiery embrace of the planet's atmosphere caressed the [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Valiant [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]as she descended for her final time. Her speed exponentially increased as the planet's gravity pulled harder and harder at her. Hull plating broke and cracked before being ripped away. Still the speed of the ship increased more and more, alarms and sirens continuing to sound endlessly. The fires spread and threatened to envelope the entirety of the ship and the outside sped by in a blue. The altitude rapidly decreased and with a thunderous crash the [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Valiant [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]came to her final rest. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She hit hard and broke apart in two and then three. Shrapnel flung about in all directions and a trail of ember and flame drew a crude trail as she finally skidded to a stop where the planet’s famed mist would swallow her whole. She was nothing of her former glory. You could barely tell she'd once been a ship and it would be amazing to think anyone could have survived such a crash. It was a scene that screamed death and destruction. Agony and horror. The [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Valiant [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]was dead. She met her end. She was no more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Long live the [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Valiant[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]An hour passed and nothing stirred at the scene. Then a second and a third. But as the fourth hour threatened to pass without a sign, something changed. On the bridge, Alden's eyes finally opened. He lay upon the durasteel floor, thrown from his seat on impact. Warm, red blood painted his head and face, and a splitting headache ravaged his skull. A flurry of emotions washed over him. The gloom and depression, but the relief and happiness too. By all accounts he should not have survived, but it seemed the galaxy had other intentions for him. It seemed his story had not yet come to an end. He eased himself to a seated position and reached a hand, open palmed, and touched it to his forehead in an effort to stimulate the pain that throbbed about his head. The blood smeared a moment and painted his hand now too. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He'd lived, but at what cost? How was he to survive?[/SIZE]

 

[Ek Vilibro Griz]

Ek was being briefed on a situation with a crashed CIS naval vessel on Umgul. CIS naval headquarters had requested a Knight Obsidian to accompany the rescue operation and help recover any data found on the wreckage and assist is the securing the safe return of any survivors. Droids were sufficient for clearing wreckage and setting up perimeters, but the confederacy always liked to send a sentient organic or two to guide operations and do much of the thinking and commanding. Ek learned it was not uncommon for CIS to request a combat trained force user from the Knights whenever an operation occurs outside of CIS directly controlled space. Not a bad call in Ek's opinion.

Ek would be taken to the planet along with a Regiment of BX commando droids; 50 of them being programmed as security detail and 5 teams of 10 programmed for search and rescue along with a small medical cadre.

After the breifing, Ek began going over his gear, stocking ammo for and cleaning his Cleanser Mk I and Judgment Mk I and prepping his personal droids of three types. Once he was satisfied that everything was in order, Ek reported to dispatch to make sure everything was set to go with the ship and crew. "I'm all set. Is everything ready for the operation?"

[member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

(OOC: Will Scherezad be in on this?)

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets

Normally, Scherezade rarely bothered with rescue missions. Playing the rescuing hero had never really been her fancy, and she was much better at sticking the pointy ends of her weapons in her enemies rather than helping save lives anyway.

The Crow had arrived on the planet in short order thank to her happening to have been around in the area regardless. Those who greeted her, greeted her as a Pathfinder of the Knights Obsidian; that was, after all, what the data files claimed, and none of those gathered on Umgul had the clearance to know any better.

She'd been leaning against the back wall while some of the people there were being briefed. Something about a ship that crashed, and they were going to have to find out who. It was perfect. Ship crashes meant people were bleeding. People bleeding meant Scherezade had an upper hand when it came to finding them. The blood called to the Blood Hound, beckoned her from a long distance.

As [member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] asked if everything was ready, she gave the kid a nod. She was ready, and she didn't require special gear beyond what her speeder had.

"Got a speeder?" she asked as she motioned for him to follow her, headed outside, "there are a few spots we can check out, places where they calculated the ship's parts were likely to land. If we get lucky we might run into a few wild blobs along the way. Always wanted to try to eat one."

[member="Ek Vilibro Griz"]

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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[SIZE=12pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Umgul (‘Valiant’ Crash Site)[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt][member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]Struggling to regather his wits about him, Alden finally picked himself up, slowly rising to his feet. The excruciating throb of his head seemed to grow with his movement and his eyes shut tightly as he continued to try and repress it. When he finally did reopen his eyes and the flicker of blazon fire danced into his vision once more, he was forced down to a knee as a sense of vertigo took hold on him, rendering him weak and dizzy. The world seemed to spin in front of him before fading away for a moment just to be brought back in, though still blurry.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Again, Alden cast a gaze toward the crumbling ravine of the bridge; where he could see a gaping hole broken through the ship’s hull, allow a swift, cool breeze to flood the compartment from the world beyond. The flowing, lush, green plains a stark contrast to the shell of what had once been his home. The very thing where he’d forged a new family among those he commanded. All of this even through the dense mist that engulfed the entire scene[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Once again, he picked himself back up to his feet, though his stance was unsteady and unbalanced. His eyes closed again and he shook his head. When they opened once more, it was time to advance. Time to survive and to, perhaps, wash clean his face and hair with the flowing water of a river or the still body of a lake should he be able to find one among the many that painted Umgul’s surface.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The Academy of Carida had prepared Alden for many things when he was younger, and still a member of the Galactic Alliance, but never had it covered with him what to do if he survived such a devastating event. Of how to properly cope amid the overwhelming anxiety and depression that had surely taken its grip. The burden of defeat and ineffective leadership. The gloom of complete and utter failure that he felt now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]As he exited the vessel from the fracture gauged into the ship’s bridge, he took a moment to adjust. The rays of Umgul’s sun were intense and blurred his vision again. He shook his head, closed his eyes and opened them once again. Before him lay a picture of complete contrast from what he’d grown used to in the last several weeks. A vision of beauty and life. And to his surprise the trickle of flowing water could be heard nearby. There was a river or something close. Such a thing managed to bring a smile to his face.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He scanned a brief moment before he could narrow the sound to several meters in front of him, which he then decided to approach. However, his approach would be slow. It was taking more strength and determination, more resilience, than he was aware just to remain standing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Once he finally reached the edge of the river, he fell to his knees and threw his hands into the water, cupping some and then splashing it onto his face to wash away some of the blood. He repeated again, taking note of just how dark a red the water turned as he tried to wash away the blood. Feeling around the back side of his right hip, Alden found assurance in the fact that he possessed his canteen and that it even had some weight to it, an indication of there still being some liquid inside. Truth was he didn't know how long he would be here and survival was now his number one priority. His dream now was simply to return to home and to the Confederacy which had now, more or less, become a family to him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]In the utility belt the spanned his waistline, he pulled out a bandage and immediately began wrapping it around his head, ensuring not to cover his eyes, nose, mouth or ears; he would need all his senses if he were to survive. He'd lost quite a bit of blood, hadn't eaten now for several hours and only had just had his first drink of water a few seconds ago, not to mention his head was pounding profusely and slight vertigo had sunk in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Alden waded into the river's embrace now, throwing out a string of curses as he did. The waters of the flowing body were not warm in the slightest today; something he had neglected to pick up on when he had thrown his hands in just moments before. In fact, they seemed to get colder and colder the farther he waded into them, along with that, the water seemed to get deeper and deeper as well. A good few minutes passed before he would make it up to his waist in the water, his balance not the best it could have been along with the ceaseless pounding of his head. The likelihood was high for Alden that the throbbing was due to a possible concussion, though the severity wouldn't be able to be diagnosed by anyone short of a doctor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Frak! When was he going to wake from this nightmare? When were his eyes actually going to open in the real world and make this all just a dream? The last several weeks had been weeks of torment and horror.[/SIZE]

 

[Ek Vilibro Griz]

Ek chuckled at the girl's blob comment. "No, but I'm sure i can requisition one. You can call me Ek. As for spots to check out, we can start with the closest and make our way in a circut to the others. Enjoy all the blob you want. I'll stick with field rations unless necessary. Ek motioned that they walk together to the requisitions station while they talked. "I haven't worked within the CIS very long, though there are many similarities to what I knew before this. I'm still catching up on the way things operate around here now. How about you? Have you been with the CIS or Order long?"

As they walked, Ek got a better look at his partner for this mission. Her black armor was well crafted, with feathers and green crystals, which really brought out the almost glowing green of her eyes, cutting an elegant figure even inspite of the various weapons about her person, those that Ek could see anyway. Though not terribly different in color scheme, it was somewhat in contrast to Ek's relatively utilitarian armor. Ek could tell from the weapons and the way she carried herself that she had combat experience, but the finery implied a careful attention to appearance that evoked nobility. He looked forward to knowing who he was working with. Ek liked to reduce unknown variables when possible.

What kind of skills do you have? I've got some tracking tech and I'm a great shot." Ek motioned to the large rifle on his back. "I'm pretty decent in a duel, but I prefer to have a numbers advantage when possible." The pair then arived at requisitions. "Executor Ek Vilibro Griz. I need to check out a speeder for the mission." Ek scanned his ID and spoke to the droid at the counter without looking while he waited for his fellow Knight to reply.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Alden Akaran"]

 

[Talon Rahl]

[member="Ek Vilibro Griz"][member="Alden Akaran"][member="Scherezade deWinter"]

With a last minute adjustment to the Valiants manifest, The aducator of the Knights Obsidian; was offered a placement in Hope’s to incorporate the Knights and the military. Talon did not take the adjustment lightly, he served the Confederacy with absolute loyalty and with this opportunity he would be able to serve.

The Confederacy bestowed onto him the title of guardian,which he had lived up to the title well. He believed in the confederacy and its sovereignty and he would protect all those who fell into that category. Unfortunately his time served on the valiant would be short lived.Talon's mediation was cut short by one of the heart filled speeches that Talon had heard. Alden stating the Valiants time had come to an end.

The dark knight had no choice but to rely on instincts, within a blink of an eye fires sprouted up all around him. By chance he passed by fire suppression box that had malfunctioned , containing a fire blanket. Quickly wrapping himself he suffered through the intense heat and flames. Soldiering through he couldn’t see a damn thing in front to the left or to the right. Stretching out with the force a sigh of sadness filled him, he could not sense a living life form anywhere near him .

Tried as he may to see through the flames he tried to search for any survivors as he made his way down corridors hoping he may find at least one. Knowing he was running out of time as he felt the ship be torn apart all around him. Just when he thought there was no one left on board he felt something just as he heard a voice yell at him through the flames. “Hey, you ok boy are you lucky there’s one pod left and you and I have A one way ticket out of here .The man cried. “I see you I’m coming to you, did every one get off the ship “Talon responded.” I don’t know but you better hurry “He responded.

Talon followed the voice, nearly running into him, barely able to breath at this point. Exhausted from the ordeal both men helped each other into the escape pod, strapping each other in. His newly found friend disengaged the safety holdings and the pod injestined making it’s way to the surface. Both looked at each other with the same sadness in their hearts as the pad broke through the atmosphere.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] [member="Talon Rahl"]

"Ek it is, then," Scherezade said with a grin. The two Knights walked towards the requisition office, she noticed him checking her out. It was a feeling Scherezade was slowly getting accustomed to; prior to her months in the space between dimensions, the looks she'd received were mostly the kind that question what the heck she was doing even being around or existing. Having people look at her gear like that was new, and she didn't know how to respond to that in a non-awkward manner, so she preferred to keep looking straight ahead.

"I've been here for nearly a year and a half now," she answered his question. She'd almost said my entire life. But saying that would come with the need to explain that before the year and a half ago, she spent seven hundred years inside a pebble, and that life didn't really pan out to be great afterwards seemed… Like something that was better left unsaid. "Knights Obsidian for nearly a year now," she added, counting in the time that it was her sister inhabiting her body. It didn't really matter though, for more reasons than she wanted to go into now.

"Where were you before joining us?" she asked, offering a friendly smile.

As the two waited for the speeder keys to be delivered, Scherezade leaned against the wall, crossing her arms across her chest. He wanted to know what her skillset was? "Melee," she said, looking at herself for a moment and laughing, "short range, close combat, tiny quarters. I'm also good with anything that bleeds."

To that last comment though, she did not elaborate. She was a Blood Hound; finding people who bled was easy for her, as she could pick the scent of the blood up through the Force. She could also smell blood lines, species, and had the ability to ride the blood and see recent memories prior to when the blood was extracted. It tended to make people slightly uncomfortable though.

Once Ek had his keys, the two made for the parking lot. Scherezade's Darling was there, waiting for her, and she gave the Executor a moment to find his. As she did so, her commdevice beeped, and she flickered it open.

"Got another pod we need to find," she said as he returned, "a Talon Rahl was apparently also on that ship. We're going for Alden Akaran first though; once the drop pod lands we will hopefully get a signal about where that other due might have landed."

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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Location: Umgul ('Valiant' Crash Site)​

Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] | [member="Talon Rahl"]​

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He turned and began back toward the shore, angry with himself and his failure, and how he’d failed the men and woman at his command. As much as he would have loved to have beaten himself up for this, there was nothing productive that would come doing so. For now, he needed to refocus his thought to finding food and surviving.

Alden allowed his eyes to fall once again upon the field of torment and destruction. The burning wreckage of a life of which he had no idea of whether he’d be able to return to. He only hoped and pleaded that his actions and the final orders he’d given had given those very men and woman the chance to survive. The chance to return to normalcy. Or a sense of it at least. He was but one; they were the many. He shifted his weight casually, turning his mind now from his throbbing head and looking toward what might be coming next.

He approached the solemn site of what had once been the Valiant, tears forming in his eyes. The ever-heavier weight of his depression sagging his shoulders more and more with each passing moment. A brief flicker of movement caught his eye and he saw a man painfully pulling himself from the wreckage. The agony of his cries expressing the ceaseless pain he suffered through. His life was fleeing him and the site cause Alden’s heart to sink even more – something he didn’t know was even possible at this point.

He rushed to the man, pushing through the pain and disorientation and coughing vehemently as the smoke from the wreckage filled his lungs. By the time he made it to the man, it was too late. The screams had stopped and the scarred and blistered face was unidentifiable. This had been a man that had served him and who he had served in return. This man had passed outside the embrace of those he loved. Had died on a world where his memory would not be cherished. That burden was on him now and he ran his hand gently over the man’s face, allowing his fingers to shut the man’s eyes for him. The grief was huge and he wished there were something he could have done to save the man. Even trade his life for theirs, but he couldn’t change that now. However, he wasn't the one to let the ones who'd already passed on to move to a better life go without a prayer. His gaze shot to the sky and then back to the man whom had now passed on, completely oblivious to the appearance of the large ship that had emerged overhead in orbit to the planet.

Alden spoke a blessing, a gentle, heartfelt prayer, for the man and brushed the tears from his face. This death was on his shoulders. He was to blame for this. His life had been Alden’s responsibility and Alden had failed to adhere to that. Alden felt himself the failure. It was undeniable to him and that could not be changed.

 

[Talon Rahl]

[member="Alden Akaran"][member="Ek Vilibro Griz"][member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Time seem to stretch on forever as the two men watched through the small window the severity of the damage the Valiant took while it fell from the sky to its impending doom. Neither of them said a word to each other while the pod careening through the sky. If any survivors were near the Valliants crash site, they only needed to look towards the sky. Their pod screamed through, only about a 1000 ft above the wreckage torpedoing along a path that set them down fifteen kilometers from the Valiants location.

The one crew member only stated “Brace for Impact This is it" The pod went down landing in a marsh, reminisce of a lake or river. The two men looked somber, both men obviously thinking about the same thing hoping others were able to escape just as they did. “Thank you for your help up there I wouldn’t have made it, I hope others would have the same fortune. Talon Rahl.” The other sighed as well “Dalton Greaves, I hope so too. There was a lot of good men I served with. I will tell you this though I hope Alden made it out, He was on the bridge I couldn’t get to him though I was cut off.” Closing his eyes”Taln put his hand on his shoulder. “Fear not my friend, I believe we will make it out of this one, we made it this far. It is a sad day, but let us have hope that those who have lost their lives will find it in the next one.” After a few moments. Dalton said a prayer.” I hope you are right, I supposed we should get out of this tiny tin can"

A small attempt to lighten the mood; gathering whatever supplies they could carry the two men exited the pod. Continuing their conversation making plans, and what their best options for survival were. The two men both knew the best plan was to towards the shore line and set up camp, both knew that was where the Valiants wreckage would be and hopefully send out a distress call. Meanwhile they would search for survivors as they made the trek.

 

[Ek Vilibro Griz]

"A year and a half is a decent stint. At least in these turbulent times." The comment about blood gave him pause, but Ek was glad dispatch paired him up with someone complimentary. "Always happy to work with close combat specialists. We should compliment eachother's skill sets quite well." Ek was also pleased his compatriot seemed agreeable and that she did indeed have some of the experience that he had suspected. He'd worked with people who were...less communicative in the past, and while things turned out ok, far more improvisation was needed.

"As for how long I've been here..." Ek was unsure how to answer Scherezade's question at first. Ek paused and thought for a moment as they walked. Ek's golden eye searched the lot for speeder #308 in tandem with his natural grey one. Ek decided on honesty. After all being in stasis was nothing that could really be held over him. "...It's a little complicated. I was with the Order before i was with the CIS. Prior to their reformation as an organization within the CIS, the Order was a military branch of the now defunct Techno Union government. I became a citizen of the Union in my mid teens and was trained from Neophyte to full Savant by the head of the Order at the time Archon Draco Vereen. On a mission, my team and I were injured. I was put in medical stasis, but the Techno Union government fell shortly after and many records were lost." Ek turned and looked at Scherezade. "I've been awake about 2 and a half weeks now. It's still pretty surreal, but if there's one comfort, it's that I can still do what I know best." Ek put the key fob to the activation terminal and the bike hummed to life. "Here we are." Ek mounted the transport and pulled it up along side Scherezade's.

Ek nodded, acknowledging her suggestion. Ek opened the brief file on his wrist terminal and opened a holo of the crashsite. "According to the brief Alden Akaran was the captain so he should have been on the command deck, which came down with this piece of the ship here. I say we make for that one first." The pair would then ride to the rendezvous point where they would set off from with their Medical and rescue cadre.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Talon Rahl"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Ek Vilibro Griz"] [member="Talon Rahl"]

Ek spoke of histories Scherezade knew some about, but had never delved deep enough into in order to learn. Still, shecould sympathize with that whole bit about being put in stasis. While she herself hadn't been, she'd spent centuries inside the Darkness, first as a baby and then being tortured. She had a pretty good idea about what it felt like, and how awkward it always was to return. Not to mention her stint in the space between dimensions. Still, none of that was relevant. It was off the records, and it'd remain off the records and out of the knowledge of other people's minds.

Other than that, all she could do was nod as the two got on their respective speeders and shot into the wilderness. They had an [member="Alden Akaran"] to find.

Scherezade's Darling was speedy, built entirely for getting from point A to point B as quickly as possible without jumping into hyperspace. She had to actually slow down so that the speeder Ek was issued would be able to keep up with it; but that was something she was already used to. It was only when she rode alone that she could really make maximum usage of the lack of speed limitations.

It wasn't too long before they arrived at the remains of the ship. Or, part of the ship. Scherezade had seen what happened to ships that crashed while breaking atmo'. It was never a pretty sight. At least this time it didn't leave her with a tsunami that threatened to drown her.

Getting off her bike, she walked to the wreckage, frowning.

"He's not here," she said almost instantly, "but he was. And he was bleeding."

Looking around her, the Blood Hound pointed towards the direction to which Alden had gone to. The trail of blood was still there, but something about it was slightly strange. She wasn't sure yet what.

"He went that way," she said, giving the ship wreckage a final sniff. "There's no one else on the ship. We can come back later to try to get the black box out of it."

Hold on. No. She was wrong about something. Scherezade lifted her gaze and smelled again.

"Wait, I'm wrong," she said, taking in the scent, "there's... Two people here?" She looked around. They were on opposite parts of the wreckage though. "Ek, go West. One of them is there, just a few steps from the wreckage. I'll take East, there's someone there as well."