Mission to Blenjeel

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"Uh-oh," was all that was said from the lips of the Umbaran. The J-type Star Skiff had just shot forth from hyperspace, descending into the atmosphere of Blenjeel where a merchant fleet had crashed. The two Jedi were sent to investigate and rescue all survivors. Though not everything had gone to plan. As they barrelled towards the surface of the planet, Ricardt Darkmourne became aware of a lightning storm, but all too late. The expensive yacht was rocked with turbulence, Ricardt could only rip his attention away from the viewport for a second to shout, "Buckle yourself in!"

A streak of lightning shot forth from the heavens above, cascading a waterfall of electrical currents over the skiff. The vessel trembled and buckled, the engines cut. The ship was now gliding. Ricardt alerted [member="Cable Smith"], "Damn, the cooling unit is fried and the engines are locked." Ricardt leaned over the dashboard and attempted to check the systems, "Power converter is out." He tried to thumb the ignition over and over, but it was useless. The ship was going to start for no one. He buckled himself in, drawing the harness over his chest.

The skiff was losing altitude and fast, and everything Ricardt was doing wasn't helping them in the slightest. All he could do was hold the gears tight and hope for the best. Ricardt said, "Worst case scenario . . . the skiff nose dives." With the weight of the ship and their rapid decrease of speed, that 'worst case scenario' was slowly becoming a sure thing. The front of the ship began to angle downwards, the Umbaran closed his eyes. Manipulating the energy of the force around the front, attempting to pull it up but it was too heavy for him. Before they knew it, they were skipping across sand dunes. Ricardt was thrown forward, the only thing keeping him in place was his harness.

The skiff slammed into a final sand dune, throwing a tidal wave of sand into the air. The viewport was covered in sand, there was no seeing out. Ricardt felt sudden anxiety and dread, but also adrenaline and excitement. As an archaeologist for the Jedi, such incidents as these were faced often but rarely occurred. Now he was in such a predicament, it was exhilarating and terrifying. He tried to reboot the systems but they refused to acknowledge the ignition.

 

[Cable Smith]

Machines, they always seemed to fail Cable when he needed them the most. This was why he didn't like flying. Hell cable didn't even like using turbo lifts, he preferred to use the stairs when available. Call him paranoid but that didn't mean that an energy vampire wasn't going to drain your life force from the small confines of a lift. The way he figured he stood a better chance on the stairs, but none of that was important at the moment. Right now things were going down, and those things were the two Jedi and their ship. Cable had been reading a book before the ship started malfunctioning, something on beasts and the super natural in general. "Damn, the cooling unit is fried and the engines are locked!" Hearing his new partners voice Cable lifted his head from his book as the turbulence began to shake the ship.

"Say what?" He said in a very dry tone, this was not good and it seemed to be that the ship was going down the more and more his friend said. "What they hell did you do?! We were fine just moments ago!" A bit angered at what was going on he stood up to see what was going on. That of course was a bad idea, slamming forward from the turbulence Cable bounced around the cabin of the ship like a rag doll. Slamming against a wall he gripped on to a small rail and yelled out to his partner Ricardt. "Holy hell in a hand basket why is this happening?!" Yelling flailing about the starship hit the dunes and the young Jedi padawan flew forward crashing against the windshield and hitting the deck afterwards

"If I'm dead Ricardt I'm kicking your ass." Reaching out he felt pain in his arm from the landing, he got lucky. A few bruises and maybe a cracked bone but he could operate "Nope that's pain!" Coughing he laid back on the floor of the ship looking up at his fellow Jedi. "You ok?" He asked. Coughing he flipped himself around and got a good feel of the area around him. There was a lot of sand by the looks of it and he wouldn't know what exactly was outside until they popped the top. "Something tells me this isn't a tropical beach with beautiful women." He groaned waiting to see what Ricardts move would be [member="Ricardt Darkmourne"]

 

[Telthòr]

Ricardt sat in his seat, looking down at the Jedi at his feet who lay sprawled from the collision, but was otherwise unharmed. Cable said, "If I'm dead Ricardt I'm kicking your ass."
"Well, I did tell you to buckle yourself in."
Cable tried to move, "Nope that's pain!" he chose to lay still, "You ok?"
"I'm fine, I was buckled in," Ricardt said with a smirk. He motioned a hand to one of the very few rooms on the ship, "If the medical droid isn't destroyed from the crash, go and check yourself out. I'll have a look outside."
Cable groaned, "Something tells me this isn't a tropical beach with beautiful women."

Ricardt began to unbuckle himself. A series of clips proceeded by the slap of the harness slipping back into its slot. The tall Umbaran stood, shrugging his cloak from his shoulders. The moment he opened the hatch, they'd be hit with some serious heat. Desert planets were no vacation, and they weren't fun either. Horribly humid and exhausting. Ricardt moved down the corridor and towards the rear ramp, stepping to the left. The ramp wouldn't budge without power to the ship, but the hatch would. He reached down and curled his hands around the access lever, twisting and pulling. The hatch opened upwards, and he was right. A face-full of sudden heat forced his head back, making his nauseous.

"The hatch is open when you decide to join me," Ricardt said, hoping he would seek medical advice from the droid first, if there was anything left of the droid. The Jedi stood over the open hatch and dropped down below. His boots sunk deep into the sand, already he found himself in discomfort. Ricardt much preferred the jungle over deserts, oh how he hated deserts. Alas, such was the life of a Jedi Archaeologist. He raised his hands, blocking out the sun and shading his eyes. He squinted, spying the distant crash site of the merchant fleet. He spoke over the transceiver, "I've spotted the crash site, just south of us."


[member="Cable Smith"]

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Ricardt Darkmourne"]


Laying there for a few more seconds Cable looked up at the darkened windshield, sand covered it shading the inside of the cabin. It felt good. His partner had recommended that he see the medical droid if it was still functioning, Cable would pass. He hated technology and people's dependence upon it seemed that this generation of people were complacent enough to let machines do all the work for you. But not this guy, standing up with a slight groan Cable pulled himself up to his to feet and dusted himself off. It was a rough crash but he had been through worse, at least that's what the young Jedi told himself in his mind. Running through his options he had to be prepared for what came next. "Gear." Cable said to himself knowing what had to be done first.

Walking over from where he had flown from he picked up his black cowboy hat and brown duster putting them both on. Letting the canvis fabric flow over his back he placed the hat on his head to make sure everything was in order. Walking over to the closet in the central cabin he grabbed two survival packs and placed a separate sling on both of his shoulders. Filled with life giving water and food they would need to conserve food and water for the journey ahead of them. Checking himself he had his slug thrower in his belt and light saber clipped next to it. "Staff." Looking around some more he grabbed his wooden walking stick before heading out to find Ricardt.

Walking past the medical droid Cable smacked it upside the head as he made his way to the hatch. "I'll be right up!" He said to Ricardt. Cocking his hat when he arrived near his friend Cable gave Ricardt a quick smile before looking out to the heat and barren waste of the desert. "Celestials I hate it when I'm right." Cursing under his breath the heat made his stomach turn a bit, he already felt his mouth get drier from just standing there. "I grabbed you a pack." Slinging the bag off his left shoulder he dropped it to the ground next to Ricardt. "I've spotted the crash site, just south of us." The man said. Responding to him Cable looked out at the ocean of sand "How long of a hump we looking at?" A valid question, this was the desert after all. "And another big question, how are we getting off this rock?"

 

[Telthòr]

Cable said, "I grabbed you a pack." Ricardt turned about, glancing to the dropped bag, the Umbaran reached down and slung it over his shoulder, "Thanks." He turned back to Cable when he spoke, "How long of a hump we looking at?" Ricardt held his hand above his eyes, trying to discern the distance but surely it wouldn't be too far. He shrugged, "I'm not sure, maybe fifteen minutes if we don't stop." Cable said, "And another big question, how are we getting off this rock?" Ricardt turned to appraise his ship momentarily, most of the damage having occurred within, "Well, let's go rescue these merchants before we figure that out."

Ricardt began to trudge through the sand, wisps of wind blowing the grains into his face. He halted, clutching the hilt of his lightsaber and activating the emerald blade with a snap-hiss. He swung at his own tabard, slicing off a large chunk of fabric. Ricardt deactivated his blade and used the torn fabric to wrap it around his head, protecting his face from the sun, and his mouth from the sand. "You might want to do the same," came the muffled voice of Ricardt from within his makeshift headpiece. He motioned for him to follow, making conversation of their journey, "I would have thought you be dead from the crash. It's a rare day you see someone survive a collision, good thing we hit those dunes before coming to a halt or the crash would have splattered you like a bug against the wall."

The wind didn't seem to lessen, pounding them with blunt force. The speed of the wind was enough to force Ricardt a step back every now and again, just to maintain his balance. He held out his hand before him. Grains of sand beside his feet began to roll away from him, instead of towards where he stood. He looked down at this strange occurrence and knelt down, placing a hand against the ground. He felt it, a slow rumble. As though some heavy vehicle was moving nearby, but when he stood he couldn't see anything. They were alone, but for the crash sites. Ricardt looked to Cable, "Do you feel that?"

[member="Cable Smith"]

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Ricardt Darkmourne"]

"Groovy." Cable said with a soft sigh, perhaps he was a little out of shape from a long inactive winter but he could still make it across some sand. Pulling at the collar of his duster it finally seemed like his outfit matched the setting, normally Cable looked like an extra at the set of a western. But today the clothes actually fit the location. Jumping down his feet sank into the soft sand when he hit the ground. It was hot and it felt like a sauna inside of his shoes. "I bet the merchants would make a killing selling ice out in this dump!" Yelling over the wind the two made the start of their journey. Thankfully they had crashed near where they needed to be, Ricardt was a good pilot and he made sure they got at least close to where they needed to be.

Pressing forward against the wind he saw the Jedi cut a piece of fabric off his clothing to wrap around his face, it was a smart idea. Cable didn't want to say anything but the sand in his nose was starting to build and he didn't want to seem like a wuss in front of Ricardt. Nodding his head Cable reached inside of his coat to pull out a bandana he usually kept to wipe the sweat from his brow or use whenever he really needed a rag. Letting his walking staff lean against his body he tied the fabric around his face to protect it before gripping his staff to get moving again.

"I would have thought you be dead from the crash. It's a rare day you see someone survive a collision, good thing we hit those dunes before coming to a halt or the crash would have splattered you like a bug against the wall." Chuckling aloud at the words of his comrade, Cable looked over while keeping his head down so his hat could take the sand coming to his eyes. "What can I say, I'm a tough guy to kill! Thankfully you're a half decent pilot!" His muffled words jested back to Ricardt trying to make the situation a bit easier than it really was.

But that's when the Jedi stopped, something was happening. Something bad. Ricardt lowered himself to see what was going on, Cable felt it. He felt the rumble and didn't like it, this was not good at all. It could be raiders, hell of could be a giant dragon and they could only do their best against it. "Yeah, I feel it. We need to move, now!" Wanting to get away from the disturbance they were probably no more than five or six minutes out from their objective, and whatever this was coming for them. It didn't sound good

 

[Telthòr]

Ricardt turned to face Cable as he spoke, "Yeah, I feel it. We need to move, now!" Ricardt wasn't going to stand around and see what it was, not while they were stranded and without help. He spun around and began to move, kicking up the ground behind him. It was hard to run in the sand, and even harder when the wind was trying to push you in the opposite direction. It was like trying to fight a losing battle. As the saying goes, one step forward, two steps back. At least in this situation they were getting gradually closer, if not by much. He kept his hands out before him, preventing sand from splashing into his eyes while he watched where he ran.

Ricardt noticed that when he had started to run, the rumble grew worse. It was then that he could feel it, an organic presence. All around them the desert was desolate, but something nearby, something he couldn't see was alive, and hunting. He pushed himself harder than before, only thinking about the movement of his legs. One foot in front of the other, he kept telling himself. He kept his breathing under control. Losing his breath in a situation like this was dire, even worse when heat stroke could claim his life if he wasn't careful.

The presence grew closer, the sand noticeably began to shift behind him. When he craned his neck to look at this, he realised. Of course he couldn't see it. It was underground. Ricardt shouted, "It's underneath us!" He kept running, snatching the hilt of his lightsaber and activating it once more. Snap-hiss, and the emerald plasma came to life. They weren't far from the site at all, a collage of fallen vessels that had been decimated upon the ground at impact. There looked to be no survivors. The crash site was desolate, and he felt nothing but for whatever followed them. Ricardt felt the sand below his feet begin to surge upwards, lifting him higher. He focused the energy of the force into his feet and bounded forward, just in time. A sand burrow broke through the surface of the dune and roared, failing to kill its prey. "Sand burrowers!" Ricardt yelled to [member="Cable Smith"].

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Ricardt Darkmourne"]

"Not good! Not good! Not good!" Running along side of Ricardt, Cable struggled with the wind as well. He was of average height and weight not to mention his clothing choice wasn't the most aerodynamic. Feeling his heart race the rumbling grew deeper and deeper, louder and louder as it approached them. There was something alive alright and whatever it was, it was big. Coughing from a bit of sand getting in his mouth a bit of fear gripped the padawan. Well not a bit but a lot of fear, he had never done anything like this in his twenty five years of life in this galaxy and this was prooving to be more than a little unnerving. But doing the best he could he followed Ricardt to the crash site

Panting and coughing he scanned the site, all dead by the looks of it and they would be next if they didn't do anything. With the rumbling growing louder and louder the seismic shocks almost knocked Cable over if not for his staff, reaching to his belt he grabbed his slug thrower and looked over to Ricardt who had his saber drawn and ready for battle. "It's underneath us!" Ricardt cried out to him, "Well no crap!!" Cable shouted back. What was this the movie tremors?! Whatever was under the sand it was not a happy camper and clearly not full from dining on the merchants. Unfortunately for the pair of them the merchants were not the fat jolly kind that would fill a beast.

"Sand Burrowers!" Looking over to the massive beast that had erupted from the sand Cable looked over to the lumbering beast and gawked "What in the actual fu-" being cut off from his sentence the beast slammed back to the ground causing him to shake a bit. Cocking his .44 magnum he was going to need a bigger gun, a much bigger gun. "Ricardt! We need to take shelter in the ships! Let's go!" Moving backwards the Jedi kept his pistol pointed high as he quickly moved back keeping his eyes on his partner to make sure he was ok and on the beast among them to hopefully get a shot off if it came closer

 

[Telthòr]

Ricardt dove into the first opening he found. He landed in the gnarled remains of a cargo bay. Crates were awash, toppled over and some of their contents spewed out across the ground. He squatted down, looking out from the way he had come. He couldn't let his emotions control him, at least not the negative ones. A tooth-revealing grin split across his face, and he laughed. Memories of adventures across the galactic community came back to him, the various times he had gotten himself into trouble. Once more; Ricardt Darkmourne was in trouble.

"No survivors," Ricardt shouted to Cable, wherever he may be. "Look, there's no point sticking around here for long. There is no one to save, and we've got the intel we need to confirm their deaths. But before we go we need to get some supplies." He crawled across the floor, "I need some energy cells for the coolant and electronics, or my skiff isn't going anywhere, and fast." He stood onto unsteady feet, the rumble was somewhere, but certainly not close. Ricardt continued, "Stick to the rocks, or anything that isn't sand, and big enough it can't fit in its mouth."

The Umbaran ducked his head out, and spied the other half of the severed cargo freighter. He focused his mind, closing his eyes for the briefest of seconds. Energy swelled up around his feet, empowering his body. He pushed against the ground and leapt, soaring across the expanse and landing on the roof of the other half with a tumble and a roll. It was in no way elegant. He turned his blade against the roof and cut a hole for him to enter, diving into the ship. He began to stalk towards the cockpit, hoping that there was an energy cell in there.

[member="Cable Smith"]

 

[Cable Smith]

"Look, there's no point sticking around here for long. There is no one to save, and we've got the intel we need to confirm their deaths. But before we go we need to get some supplies." Running backwards Cable heard Ricardt loud and clear over the comms, aiming his pistol at the beasts many rows of razor sharp teeth fired a good three shots at the mouth of creature. "Cable Smith is currently unable to take your call right now! If you'd like to leave a message do so after the slug goes off!" Banging another shot at the creature it hurt it but it was nowhere near wounded or dying. It seemed like it just pissed it off more. Firing his last two shots he clipped his revolver back to his belt and ran like hell. "You had to crash the ship!!" Cable yelled over the comm sprinting through the sand.

Running to where Ricardt was he couldn't get into the cargo bay, he would have to cut a sharp angle and become breakfast for the beast. So instead he booked it as fast as he could scaling the ship, throwing his staff up he made it to the roof of the crashed star ship. Chasing at him and roaring the sand burrower began to naw on the side of the ship hoping to shake him off. Quickly opening up his revolver he dropped the spent rounds letting them clink against the metal hull of the ship. Loading new shells in he pointed the gun at the creature unloading another six shots.

Giving up for the moment the beast burrowed back underground and began to circle the two men in their position. One at the top of the ship, the other in the cargo hold. " alright, I'm on the top of the ship, just tell me what you need and I will do my best to scavenge it ." Breathing heavily he laid back in the heat and wind of the world trying to slow his heart rate. "Frak it's hot up here." Cable complained

 

[Telthòr]

Cable peeped over the transceiver, "Alright, I'm on the top of the ship, just tell me what you need and I will do my best to scavenge it." Ricardt fell onto his knees, tearing open a hatch under the dashboard of the cockpit, exposing a series of electronics and wirings. Ricardt held his wrist to his mouth, "Okay, I need you to find me a power converter for the engines, and power couplings and dampers for the inertial compensator." To a non-pilot, it was a whole lot of gibberish. Ricardt could only hope he knew what he mean't, and didn't have to find everything himself.

Ricardt flipped himself onto his back and dragged himself under the cockpit, looking upwards at the wires. "This looks like feth," he exclaimed at seeing the damage upon the mechanics. Large packs, as big as his hands were connected to some sort of motherboard that would translate input and output for the ship. They were the energy cells he needed. He began to pry his hands around them, gingerly tearing them from their sockets. Ricardt tossed them by his feet, knowing that he wouldn't damage them once they were disconnected, it was a whole different matter being gentle with them whilst connected.

The Umbaran scurried out from under the cockpit. Ricardt squatted, avoiding eye contact with that which lay around him. He had chosen to ignore the bodies upon entering the cockpit, and the corridors for that matter. It was a bloody sight he would rather not remember, or see. He confirmed his prize, five energy cells. The Jedi Archaeologist stood onto his feet and fled down the way of which he had come. Without conditioning in the ship, the heat had only made the interior an oven. Sweat had already begun to drench his robes by the time he leaped out of the roof, for which he had carved a hole in.

[member="Cable Smith"]

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Ricardt Darkmourne"]

Ricardt was all but speaking gibberish to Cable, he didn't even like to use turbo lifts for Celestials sakes. Technology and star ship designs were way over the head of the Jedi and in this situation he was all but useless to Umbaran inside. "Yeah Ricardt, I have no idea at all what you just asked for. I might need your help up here." With a very dry cough he laid on his back looking around at the setting he found himself desperately caught in.

To his right he could see the engines of the ship slanted upright in the air, the whole ship had a angle about it. Whoever the pilots were they kept the ship from completely nose diving. But that didn't mean they survived the crash. Slumping the pack off his back, Cable took the canteen from its side and took a very well deserved chug of water. With the warm water running down his throat he gasped letting the dry air fill his lungs once more. "Go to Blenjeel they said, it will be an easy mission they said." Coughing the young padawan stood up getting his balance on the slanted ship.

Taking a peek he found a service hatch that was door to the engine. By some miracle he had spotted it and trudged his way too it trying not to get blown off the ship by the gusts of wind. Opening up the hatch he peered inside and was generally overwhelmed by the sheer amount of parts he was looking at. "Ricardt, I need an adult!" He said joking to the man, let it not be said Cable couldn't keep a good attitude in the darkest of situations. But in all honesty he had no idea what he was looking at

 

[Telthòr]

"Coming," Ricardt shouted back in response. He opened his back, shuffling his hand past the energy cells and to the canteen, taking several small sips. He was in a horrible situation, he didn't want to make it worse by gulping down the water and vomiting. He took a step back at the edge of the ship he was upon, a large gap standing between him and Cable. He focused the galactic energy of the force around him, swelling his body with energy. He began to pound forward, breaking into a furious sprint. He moved faster than an ordinary Umbaran, and when he leapt, he covered the distance with ease, gliding across the vast expanse and landing onto the roof of the other ship.

Several loud thumps followed his landing, and an accidental crash. Ricardt pushed himself up from his face-down position, glancing down the length of the hull. He activated his lightsaber once more, snap-hiss. He could feel Cable below him, albeit not directly. He twisted his blade downward, cutting a clean circle beside his feet. The roof caved in. A loud crash of metal on metal resounded and echoed within the engine room, now standing beside Cable, he glanced to him, "You should try my way of entry, it's much funner." He turned his back to his fellow Jedi, marching towards the various parts throughout the room with fervour.

He moved to some ungodly thing, as large as his torso and held both his hands on either sides, kicking his feet against the wall. He pulled and wrenched, his face turning red with exertion, heaving in and out. The power converter was torn from the very system, throwing the Umbaran back against the ground. He dropped the heavy thing onto the ground, "Here, look after this," he said to Cable. Ricardt stood and moved towards a maintenance toolbox that was toppled over. He opened the lid and looked in, a damper and power coupler, among a large amount of useless other pieces that he likely wouldn't need. "Jackpot," Ricardt said.

[member="Cable Smith"]

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Ricardt Darkmourne"]

"You should try my of entry. It's much funner." Watching the Umbarian come into the engine room Cable chuckled and retorted, "And miss out getting hurled around a star fighter like change in a jar. I'm sorry but your priorities are mixed up." With a dry cough Cable watched Ricardt go to work on the technology part of everything. All of this stuff was way over the head of the Jedi and he was in desperate situation as well. If Ricardt had not been with him he would be dead right now, he would have to thank the Jedi somehow when they both got off this rock.

"Here, look after this." With a thud the heavy piece of machinery shook the ground a bit. "Bantha Poodoo." He said looking at the heavy ass chunk of metal. But that raised a point in his head. "Hey um Ricardt, I know you are going your grease monkey thing right now but how the hell are we going to get all this crap. Back to our ship that's a fifteen minute walk away. I mean I'm not a wizard not a master of the force but I'm fairly sure we can't teleport." Walking over to the Umbaran, Cable wasn't sure how this was going to go down. It wasn't like they had all the options in the world right now to work with

"Game over man, game ov-" with a large rumble the ship shook deeply as the floor shifted and Cable fell flat on his ass. It would seem the guest outside was growing impatient and very much wanted to come in for dinner. "Crap he sounds pissed." Clutching his walking staff near him Cable began to fear that they might not make it out of here alive

 

[Telthòr]

The tremble triggered urgency in his mind. The Jedi stood, handing his bag to Cable, "I have an idea, but I'm not so sure how effective it will be." His voice trailed off in deep thought and contemplating. The difference between Cable and Ricardt was that Ricardt saw in ultraviolet, but not only that, as an Umbaran, he could read, subtly influence, and sometimes control the will of others. A natural biological ability of his species, one he could choose when he would use it. It was a skill he hardly used unless in dire circumstances, he felt grossly wrong to manipulate the minds of others, but this creature was going to eat the both of them if he didn't do anything about it.

Ricardt walked across the room, looking up to position himself below the chute he had carved. Once more, he jumped high into the air. His body propelled through the narrow hole, spreading his legs wide as he came down to land safely. His tabard and garments flapping in the sandy breeze. The soft light caramel brown had turned much darker with sweat. His chin dripped with the substance. He hopped from the ship and onto the sand on unsteady feet. He began to stomp his feet, unsure how effective it would be to grab his attention. What little he knew about the creature, it was attracted to vibrations in the sand.

The sand began to fold and rise under his feet. Ricardt dove quickly, knowing what would come next. He had been right, the massive creature shot forth from the sand dunes, attempting to engulf him between his teeth in a single mighty swallow. Ricardt fell to the ground, rolling over to face the Sand Burrower. Ricardt frowned in concentration, eyes squinted on the creature. He focused his mind on the creatures own, only hearing its simple desire; food. Ricardt expelled forth his own thought, transferring it into the creature; this is not food, this is friend. The Sand Burrower lurched forward, looking ready to dive down and eat Ricardt. The Umbaran lay still, seemingly frozen as his laser-like focus was unbroken in the face of such a monster. Then, the Sand Burrower began to slither its way onto its belly, laying down. It was calm.

[member="Cable Smith"]

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Ricardt Darkmourne"]

Watching as Ricardt went away, Cable was slightly upset that he was left here baby sitting a hunk of metal. "Ricardt you bastard you can't just leave me here with the check!" Coughing after he yelled the dry voice he sputtered out forced him to take a few more sips from his canteen. "Ugh." He said moving over to the hole Ricardt had cut in the wall. "Savages" he uttered to himself jumping up from the hole and outside where he saw something very very interesting. Though interesting to his point of view, it wasn't like a person saw this sort of crap every day. No that would be crazy.

Seeing the giant worm come up from the dunes, Cable quickly grabbed his revolver and pointed it at the beast. He was not about to let his partner become lunch for this beast. But then he felt it, the connection between the two. Between the man and the monster, lowering his weapon he saw the two meld together. The feeling was that of control, control that wasn't overbearing or powerful but that of a more calm serene nature. Grasping at it and tucking the feeling away for himself he watched the beast stop and the moment just when he took control. It was something beautiful really, that in the grip of all this death he found it in him go spare the beasts life when he could of pulled out his saber and cut it down.

Watching the beast burrow and run away Cable snapped out of his small trance and tried to revert himself back to his normal self. "Well you should of opened with that number." He said trying to muster up a joke. "You did good Ricardt, you did good." He said in a serious tone placing his pistol away. "Let's get off this rock."

 

[Telthòr]

Ricardt stood to his feet, brushing himself off. He looked to Cable, "That was -wheeze- In no way -wheeze- Fun." He held his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised, eyes wide, his head shaking side to side. It wasn't a matter of exhaustion, but sheer fear that there was a strong possibility of failure; and subsequent death. "We better get going," Ricardt said, walking towards Cable. He poorly climbed his way onto the roof of the ship. Standing on his feet, he clasped Cable on his shoulder, "You did good too, my main man."

The Umbaran fell into the hole, picking up his bag and hauling it over his shoulder. Ricardt said, "So, you got any ideas how we're going to explain this to the Order?" He motioned with his free hand, "Hey, we got stuck in a lightning storm and crashed. Then when we tried to rescue the survivors they were dead, and a giant worm tried to eat us. After a lot of running away, we hid in the ships. So after crawling through the ships, I decided to lay in the sand and talk to it. The end." He smiled and broke into laughter.

[member="Cable Smith"]

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Ricardt Darkmourne"]

Laughing along side his Jedi comrade Cable chuckled and sat back on the roof of the ship, hey he wanted to take a moment to rest and let the situation simmer down sue him. "Yeah that sounds about right." He said with a light hearted chuckle to his words still muffled by the bandana wrapped around his mouth. Reaching his hand out he let the force flow through him using it to levitate the box he had been assigned to protect by Ricardt up to the surface. Placing it against his back he leaned against it letting himself rest a bit more. "It was just a beast, doing what it does. I respect you for not killing it, I'm sure the council will respect and understand your choice and our report." With a soft smile and slowly stood up and looked over to their ship.

"We should get back soon before it gets buried in this sand and we never find it." Chuckling again Cable knew that was a very real threat and it was true that they did need to get up out of there before that happened. Lifting up his hand he grabbed the heavy part with the force and began to drag it along with him. It was heavy as hell but now that there was no more giant worm trying to eat them they could focus on the force and moving objects around them. "After you my friend."

 

[Telthòr]

Ricardt joined his friend for a moment, although basking in the sun on a desert planet wasn't his idea of fun, after the events they just went through, it was nice. When they both agreed to head back, Ricardt slid down from the hull of the ship to land in the sand. His feet buried deep in it, but he trudged on irregardless. He was just glad they were both safe. He looked to Cable, regarding the man. He hadn't known him for very long, but could already tell their two personalities worked well together. They may just become good friends, he thought. Ricardt said, "So, about that tropical beach with beautiful women you said earlier? You think we should take a detour before heading back?"

[member="Cable Smith"]

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Ricardt Darkmourne"]

"Ricardt!" Cable said with disgust in his voice, still carrying the heavy machinery he looked over to his comrade and shook his head in disappointment. "We are Jedi! And the Jedi code states that we are to be without love or lust for that leads to the dark side of the force! I'm ashamed of you-" stoping right there cable began to laugh loudly, he couldn't keep it together any longer and the answer was obviously a hell to the yes. Looking over to Ricardt a wide smile was on his face from ear to ear that it was time. "Let's do it."

12 HOURS LATER
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On the sandy white beaches of Vaynai Cable sat in a lawn chair holding a drink in his hand and shades on his eyes celebrating a very well deserved victory. Clinking a glass with the fellow Jedi at his side it was very satisfying ending to a very very long day