Raphael Gallustrade
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It was strange, to think of the Outer Rim as such a home and yet at the same time, such a mysterious place. Ever since his run in with the Maw, he was being far more careful with his use of…he still wasn't sure what to call it, but he was being far more careful with it. He didn't want to suddenly warp into something equally as bad, though if he had, then there would've been a purpose to it, he supposed. Yet, there were always problems and distress calls that were needed in the Outer Rim and the Alliance or Empires couldn't answer all of them. Perhaps there were others like himself, not particularly mercenaries but not quite operatives either. He'd begun realizing that he would need armor sometime soon, but that would have to be later. At least his weapon was completed and ready to be field tested, if only he had a…
As what had happened with Sedri, his systems picked up another SOS. Another world in the Outer Rim, but this time they were just normal raiders, not slavers, lucky for them. He frowned, as he stared into the communicator. Surely someone would come right? He'd… He… He slumped back, head smacking against the plushy interior of his ship's cockpit and groaned. Why was he about to make this his problem again? Surely there would be someone on their way. Surely someone from the Galactic Alliance or the Eternal Empire—No. He'd committed himself to things like this, at least for the moment, and so once more he called upon the whatever and allowed it to guide him to the system. Only a jump away, thankfully, and he was in orbit.
It was a nice planet, with a temperate atmosphere, but it was a colony under attack. Little supplies and weapons meant constant raids. He concentrated for a moment, trying to see ahead. The people would stand, fight and die. He couldn't see if help was on the way, though. He could, at least, make a difference and buy them some time, he could see that, but something kept blocking him. Whether it was an ally or an adversary, however, he couldn't tell.
His mind began to race with multiple possibilities. Was there some kind of other user of this whatever-it-was that he was going to run into? Did these raiders HAVE a whatever-user? He hoped not. He'd seen that the jedi had been able to redirect the whatever and change the overall flow of it, which always caused him to have to alter his calculations. He sighed. It didn't matter. He flew to the planet's atmosphere and to a small colony that sat within, what looked like a dead caldera.
Once he'd touched down, he drew his blaster rifle from the side of his ship and hopped out. A tall, balding human was standing around shouting and giving orders and so Raphael approached him.
"S'cuse me," he said and the man turned to him. "Hey, name's NOI. I got your distress call and I'm here to help with these raiders."
"Alliance military?!" the man said, with a bit of surprise and elation in his voice, though his happiness seemed to die as Raphael shook his head. "Merc?" He shook his head again. "Whatever and whoever you are, then, your help is appreciated."
"Right. So what are the defenses of the colony like? Any major weapons? Do the raiders come at you with anything specific?"
"No, nothing specific. Blasters, vibroblades. Occasionally they'll have a tank. I just hope that they don't bring that today. There are a lot of them, though. There are a few of us with good training, but several of our security staff have just been hit very hard… I'd say we have about an hour, if you want to look at everything and pick a good position." Raphael nodded, and started to move, then had a strange sensation, like a ripple in water and looked to the sky for a few seconds before moving on. He'd felt it, but he didn't have the time to devote brainpower to it. He had to move.
Valery Noble
As what had happened with Sedri, his systems picked up another SOS. Another world in the Outer Rim, but this time they were just normal raiders, not slavers, lucky for them. He frowned, as he stared into the communicator. Surely someone would come right? He'd… He… He slumped back, head smacking against the plushy interior of his ship's cockpit and groaned. Why was he about to make this his problem again? Surely there would be someone on their way. Surely someone from the Galactic Alliance or the Eternal Empire—No. He'd committed himself to things like this, at least for the moment, and so once more he called upon the whatever and allowed it to guide him to the system. Only a jump away, thankfully, and he was in orbit.
It was a nice planet, with a temperate atmosphere, but it was a colony under attack. Little supplies and weapons meant constant raids. He concentrated for a moment, trying to see ahead. The people would stand, fight and die. He couldn't see if help was on the way, though. He could, at least, make a difference and buy them some time, he could see that, but something kept blocking him. Whether it was an ally or an adversary, however, he couldn't tell.
His mind began to race with multiple possibilities. Was there some kind of other user of this whatever-it-was that he was going to run into? Did these raiders HAVE a whatever-user? He hoped not. He'd seen that the jedi had been able to redirect the whatever and change the overall flow of it, which always caused him to have to alter his calculations. He sighed. It didn't matter. He flew to the planet's atmosphere and to a small colony that sat within, what looked like a dead caldera.
Once he'd touched down, he drew his blaster rifle from the side of his ship and hopped out. A tall, balding human was standing around shouting and giving orders and so Raphael approached him.
"S'cuse me," he said and the man turned to him. "Hey, name's NOI. I got your distress call and I'm here to help with these raiders."
"Alliance military?!" the man said, with a bit of surprise and elation in his voice, though his happiness seemed to die as Raphael shook his head. "Merc?" He shook his head again. "Whatever and whoever you are, then, your help is appreciated."
"Right. So what are the defenses of the colony like? Any major weapons? Do the raiders come at you with anything specific?"
"No, nothing specific. Blasters, vibroblades. Occasionally they'll have a tank. I just hope that they don't bring that today. There are a lot of them, though. There are a few of us with good training, but several of our security staff have just been hit very hard… I'd say we have about an hour, if you want to look at everything and pick a good position." Raphael nodded, and started to move, then had a strange sensation, like a ripple in water and looked to the sky for a few seconds before moving on. He'd felt it, but he didn't have the time to devote brainpower to it. He had to move.
