William Rownan
Lost
“Keep your head down, boy!”
William was already having trouble seeing through the thick brush on Barab’s jungle surface. The pitch black darkness that was cast over the planet during its short night cycles constricted his view even more, and it didn’t help that he had now been pulled further into the muck below him. Although he couldn’t entirely complain about the darkness, as it was the only thing keeping the two suns of Barab from frying himself and his companion.
Screams echoed through the night, followed by a short burst of blaster fire that illuminated a spot in the trees just ahead of the pair.
“Trying to get yourself killed? Now ye’ stay down until I tell ya’ otherwise. Got it?”
William wiped the mud and leaves from his vision, focusing in on the older man that gave him the 'friendly' advice. Just as he got a clear look at the old man’s face, red began to obscure his sight.
“Gods- did you get hit?” The man across from him in the ditch went to tend to an apparent wound on his forehead before being ushered away by the younger one.
“I’m fine, Ser. I think I hit my head on the speeder when everyone made a break for i-.” More blasters, more illuminations. Things were starting to get fuzzy for the young man.
Roland crawled up higher on the bank to get a better look, holding his hand back to keep a previously eager Will from climbing up to see. It was probably for the best..William was starting to forget just where they were.
He sat back in the ditch, attempting to focus on what had happened hours before the two found themselves in hiding.
Was it days before, weeks maybe..years? No, not years, but he couldn’t recall at this point. He could recall the ‘keep’ on another planet, warriors that bear resemblance to trandoshans and lizards- but more ugly in the young man's opinion. Blades, blasters, blood.. The soldiers that protected this keep seemed to fall so easily, despite their armaments.
But..What planet was it?
“Roland..Where are we?” Everything began to go blurry as red began to obscure his vision once more.
This prompted a quick turn around from his ally, eyes wide as he went to deliver a solid slap across Will’s face. The blow would straighten the young man up enough just in time to spot another figure diving through the brush directly beside the two. This motion forced Roland and William into a defensive position- at least as defensive as the two could be in their current state. After the keep had been taken, the surviving members that had been defending their allies were taken by the strange attackers. They had been starved, tortured, and worse- some had been executed.
The short of it: they were in no state to put up any kind of fight. Much to the two’s relief, it was another familiar face that had appeared. Unsure of the man’s name, Will only recognized him as one of the soldiers that had been in the keep once it had fallen.
The younger man let his body fall limp, resting his exhausted body while Roland moved to speak to the newly-arrived soldier.
"Cal, where are the others?" Roland placed his hand on the man's shoulder, looking for an answer while the older man of authority checked over their ally for wounds. The soldier only shook his head, giving a side-eyed glance over towards William that he could only barely make out in the darkness.
"Some of the guardsmen are still on the run. Those that tried to fight the damned lizards are dead. I did manage to snag these when everyone made a break from the cave system." He produced a set of two short vibro-blades from the tattered rags he was wearing, passing one off to Roland.
"Did you get a signal out?" Roland questioned the soldier as he accepted the crude weapon, obviously from the armaments of their attackers.
"Aye..It cost' us few lives, but we were able to send out a distress from the cave system we were in. Lizards had a good bit of tech there."
William only watched on as the two older men spoke to one another, feeling completely out of the loop, he'd lift a hand to the wound on his head to slow any bleeding that continued. Roland reached over and quickly ripped a piece of cloth from the soldier's already-tattered shirt, moving over to his wounded counterpart. He began to wrap the torn cloth around the wound.
"I don't feel too well, ser."
"Shut your mouth boy..If I am right, by the looks of our captors, we're in Silver Jedi space. Now if we're lucky, that signal will reach someone before day comes..Hopefully they will bring a ship to get you off planet. Now, bite down on this-" He picked up a nearby branch and snapped it quickly, wincing at the sound in hopes no one else heard it.
"Wait, what do you mean by get me o-" Before Will could say another word, he was biting down on the stick as Roland tightened the bandage around his wound, sending a piercing pain through his body suddenly.
Then, darkness.
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William was already having trouble seeing through the thick brush on Barab’s jungle surface. The pitch black darkness that was cast over the planet during its short night cycles constricted his view even more, and it didn’t help that he had now been pulled further into the muck below him. Although he couldn’t entirely complain about the darkness, as it was the only thing keeping the two suns of Barab from frying himself and his companion.
Screams echoed through the night, followed by a short burst of blaster fire that illuminated a spot in the trees just ahead of the pair.
“Trying to get yourself killed? Now ye’ stay down until I tell ya’ otherwise. Got it?”
William wiped the mud and leaves from his vision, focusing in on the older man that gave him the 'friendly' advice. Just as he got a clear look at the old man’s face, red began to obscure his sight.
“Gods- did you get hit?” The man across from him in the ditch went to tend to an apparent wound on his forehead before being ushered away by the younger one.
“I’m fine, Ser. I think I hit my head on the speeder when everyone made a break for i-.” More blasters, more illuminations. Things were starting to get fuzzy for the young man.
Roland crawled up higher on the bank to get a better look, holding his hand back to keep a previously eager Will from climbing up to see. It was probably for the best..William was starting to forget just where they were.
He sat back in the ditch, attempting to focus on what had happened hours before the two found themselves in hiding.
Was it days before, weeks maybe..years? No, not years, but he couldn’t recall at this point. He could recall the ‘keep’ on another planet, warriors that bear resemblance to trandoshans and lizards- but more ugly in the young man's opinion. Blades, blasters, blood.. The soldiers that protected this keep seemed to fall so easily, despite their armaments.
But..What planet was it?
“Roland..Where are we?” Everything began to go blurry as red began to obscure his vision once more.
This prompted a quick turn around from his ally, eyes wide as he went to deliver a solid slap across Will’s face. The blow would straighten the young man up enough just in time to spot another figure diving through the brush directly beside the two. This motion forced Roland and William into a defensive position- at least as defensive as the two could be in their current state. After the keep had been taken, the surviving members that had been defending their allies were taken by the strange attackers. They had been starved, tortured, and worse- some had been executed.
The short of it: they were in no state to put up any kind of fight. Much to the two’s relief, it was another familiar face that had appeared. Unsure of the man’s name, Will only recognized him as one of the soldiers that had been in the keep once it had fallen.
The younger man let his body fall limp, resting his exhausted body while Roland moved to speak to the newly-arrived soldier.
"Cal, where are the others?" Roland placed his hand on the man's shoulder, looking for an answer while the older man of authority checked over their ally for wounds. The soldier only shook his head, giving a side-eyed glance over towards William that he could only barely make out in the darkness.
"Some of the guardsmen are still on the run. Those that tried to fight the damned lizards are dead. I did manage to snag these when everyone made a break from the cave system." He produced a set of two short vibro-blades from the tattered rags he was wearing, passing one off to Roland.
"Did you get a signal out?" Roland questioned the soldier as he accepted the crude weapon, obviously from the armaments of their attackers.
"Aye..It cost' us few lives, but we were able to send out a distress from the cave system we were in. Lizards had a good bit of tech there."
William only watched on as the two older men spoke to one another, feeling completely out of the loop, he'd lift a hand to the wound on his head to slow any bleeding that continued. Roland reached over and quickly ripped a piece of cloth from the soldier's already-tattered shirt, moving over to his wounded counterpart. He began to wrap the torn cloth around the wound.
"I don't feel too well, ser."
"Shut your mouth boy..If I am right, by the looks of our captors, we're in Silver Jedi space. Now if we're lucky, that signal will reach someone before day comes..Hopefully they will bring a ship to get you off planet. Now, bite down on this-" He picked up a nearby branch and snapped it quickly, wincing at the sound in hopes no one else heard it.
"Wait, what do you mean by get me o-" Before Will could say another word, he was biting down on the stick as Roland tightened the bandage around his wound, sending a piercing pain through his body suddenly.
Then, darkness.
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