Kasca Fen
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Why did it always seem cold when traveling in space? Such a silly question in such an intellectual mind, but it persisted nonetheless, pestering her as she woke up and put on a bulky black cropped sweater over her navy jumpsuit. Kasca Fen had been traveling for the better part of two years. When she had stolen the ship from the old Jedi Order, now defunct and thus not looking for it, she had been pleasantly surprised to find enough credits to last her a good long while. It wasn't as though she needed much. She was on her own. Her plan to join the Dark Order faded away as easily as smoke faded towards the sky. Stupid force users can't decide what they want to be or how they want to do it. Just another reason why the Jedi just weren't who she wanted to be. Hang her mother and father for sending her to such incompetent people.
When she tried to meditate with the Force, she had received no answer to the burning question of what she should do next. Or rather, it had told her to wait. Kasca was methodical, logical... but patience? Not her strongest attribute. She couldn't make the timing be right for something if it wasn't. Resigned to this, she traveled, worked on her experiments, studied, and practiced. Hadn't this been what she had wanted there in the caves on Deneba... Uninterrupted time to do as she wanted? Well, the Force had given her that wish. It left her feeling a little lost and very alone, but one could not have everything. The Force was a guiding light and a teacher more than anything in her life. If it told her to wait, she would wait.
Two years in and Kasca had become at home on the ship that she had commandeered. She had a routine. Her experiments had grown and changed; some finished and some not, but her studies had grown stagnant. Her practices became boring and routine. With no new input other than the Force, Kasca felt herself waiting impatiently once more for the next thing. The next planet she was going to visit was Ryloth, said to be home of witches. The mystery, the religion, the spirituality of it all sounded so fascinating.
As she sat down to begin her morning meditation, she couldn't help but feel the impatience, loneliness and feeling of being lost keenly. The Force answered almost before she got herself settled into the meditation.
Prepare.
It is time.
Excitement filled her for the first time in ages. She felt so ready to begin a new chapter. The Force flowed through her like breathing, autonomous by now in its symbiotic life with her. Before she could get very far into probing what this new life would be, an angry blaring came from everywhere all at once. Red lights flashed in conjunction to the warning klaxon. Kasca opened her eyes and was on her feet before she could blink. Running swiftly through the well known corridor and into the cockpit, her eyes began searching for the trouble. Critical engine short! Kasca's jaw dropped. She had kept the ship in good working order, though she was not extremely well versed in ship mechanics. Nothing had seemed amiss before now. Not one to panic however, her jaw tightened as she began to work the problem. Entry into Ryloth's atmosphere was already starting. She would have no chance to fix the engine before it wouldn't make a difference.
She turned off the warning klaxon and autopilot, she began to fly. Kasca was not the best pilot in the Galaxy, but she was pretty decent. Even her telekinesis would not be able to keep the ship from going down. Would that be enough to save her life and her ship? Only time would tell.
... Across the sky, a silver ship shot like a laser from a blaster. It seemed to slow significantly as it hit the second and third layers of atmosphere though that did nothing to take away from the obvious trouble this ship was in. Smoke left a streak across the sky. Passing from sun drenched to the night side of the planet should have made her ship more difficult to see but it streaked across the sky and towards the ground with a glow of brightest blue. The Force was pulled to this mechanical monstrosity like a vacuum pulled in air.
Still, no amount of Force ability on her part, or piloting skill would keep the crash from happening. All she could do was slow its descent and angle the ship so that it did not hit but rather would skid across the surface. For once, the voices in her mind had remained silent as though they understood the necessity for Kasca to have her full concentration at her disposal. Finally coming to rest in the middle of broken trees, glowing plants and dark rocky surface. Kasca had left an indented scar with debris and detritus across the surface of Ryloth for the better part of 3 miles. She lay over the cockpit controls; unconscious, cut and bruised but only mildly injured. The Force shield she had wrapped around herself before impact had probably saved her life. The ship lay around her in pieces. Both big and little fires lit the site, mixing with the glowing plants around it.
...The first sensation that came to her conscious mind was smell. Burning metal, durosteel and plastic tingled her nose and smoke caused a cough to jar her to more wakefulness. Kasca groaned. Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the pain of the cuts and bruises. Not dead yet. Good sign. Gathering her belongings took a while, strewn about as they were and she lamented the loss of her current experiments as she limped over the ruins of her ship picking up what could be salvaged. Finally packed up, Kasca turned in place, letting her senses stretch forth. The Force would guide her steps here but where did it wish her to go? Compartmentalizing her pain, the sound of fire licking the wreckage, the smell of smoke and rock, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Where did the Force call to her the most strong? Where was her new destiny to be found?
[member="Rapax"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Why did it always seem cold when traveling in space? Such a silly question in such an intellectual mind, but it persisted nonetheless, pestering her as she woke up and put on a bulky black cropped sweater over her navy jumpsuit. Kasca Fen had been traveling for the better part of two years. When she had stolen the ship from the old Jedi Order, now defunct and thus not looking for it, she had been pleasantly surprised to find enough credits to last her a good long while. It wasn't as though she needed much. She was on her own. Her plan to join the Dark Order faded away as easily as smoke faded towards the sky. Stupid force users can't decide what they want to be or how they want to do it. Just another reason why the Jedi just weren't who she wanted to be. Hang her mother and father for sending her to such incompetent people.
When she tried to meditate with the Force, she had received no answer to the burning question of what she should do next. Or rather, it had told her to wait. Kasca was methodical, logical... but patience? Not her strongest attribute. She couldn't make the timing be right for something if it wasn't. Resigned to this, she traveled, worked on her experiments, studied, and practiced. Hadn't this been what she had wanted there in the caves on Deneba... Uninterrupted time to do as she wanted? Well, the Force had given her that wish. It left her feeling a little lost and very alone, but one could not have everything. The Force was a guiding light and a teacher more than anything in her life. If it told her to wait, she would wait.
Two years in and Kasca had become at home on the ship that she had commandeered. She had a routine. Her experiments had grown and changed; some finished and some not, but her studies had grown stagnant. Her practices became boring and routine. With no new input other than the Force, Kasca felt herself waiting impatiently once more for the next thing. The next planet she was going to visit was Ryloth, said to be home of witches. The mystery, the religion, the spirituality of it all sounded so fascinating.
As she sat down to begin her morning meditation, she couldn't help but feel the impatience, loneliness and feeling of being lost keenly. The Force answered almost before she got herself settled into the meditation.
Prepare.
It is time.
Excitement filled her for the first time in ages. She felt so ready to begin a new chapter. The Force flowed through her like breathing, autonomous by now in its symbiotic life with her. Before she could get very far into probing what this new life would be, an angry blaring came from everywhere all at once. Red lights flashed in conjunction to the warning klaxon. Kasca opened her eyes and was on her feet before she could blink. Running swiftly through the well known corridor and into the cockpit, her eyes began searching for the trouble. Critical engine short! Kasca's jaw dropped. She had kept the ship in good working order, though she was not extremely well versed in ship mechanics. Nothing had seemed amiss before now. Not one to panic however, her jaw tightened as she began to work the problem. Entry into Ryloth's atmosphere was already starting. She would have no chance to fix the engine before it wouldn't make a difference.
She turned off the warning klaxon and autopilot, she began to fly. Kasca was not the best pilot in the Galaxy, but she was pretty decent. Even her telekinesis would not be able to keep the ship from going down. Would that be enough to save her life and her ship? Only time would tell.
... Across the sky, a silver ship shot like a laser from a blaster. It seemed to slow significantly as it hit the second and third layers of atmosphere though that did nothing to take away from the obvious trouble this ship was in. Smoke left a streak across the sky. Passing from sun drenched to the night side of the planet should have made her ship more difficult to see but it streaked across the sky and towards the ground with a glow of brightest blue. The Force was pulled to this mechanical monstrosity like a vacuum pulled in air.
Still, no amount of Force ability on her part, or piloting skill would keep the crash from happening. All she could do was slow its descent and angle the ship so that it did not hit but rather would skid across the surface. For once, the voices in her mind had remained silent as though they understood the necessity for Kasca to have her full concentration at her disposal. Finally coming to rest in the middle of broken trees, glowing plants and dark rocky surface. Kasca had left an indented scar with debris and detritus across the surface of Ryloth for the better part of 3 miles. She lay over the cockpit controls; unconscious, cut and bruised but only mildly injured. The Force shield she had wrapped around herself before impact had probably saved her life. The ship lay around her in pieces. Both big and little fires lit the site, mixing with the glowing plants around it.
...The first sensation that came to her conscious mind was smell. Burning metal, durosteel and plastic tingled her nose and smoke caused a cough to jar her to more wakefulness. Kasca groaned. Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the pain of the cuts and bruises. Not dead yet. Good sign. Gathering her belongings took a while, strewn about as they were and she lamented the loss of her current experiments as she limped over the ruins of her ship picking up what could be salvaged. Finally packed up, Kasca turned in place, letting her senses stretch forth. The Force would guide her steps here but where did it wish her to go? Compartmentalizing her pain, the sound of fire licking the wreckage, the smell of smoke and rock, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Where did the Force call to her the most strong? Where was her new destiny to be found?
[member="Rapax"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]