Fallen Star
HYPERSPACE
The last week of Brool's life had been the hardest thing he had ever been through. Memories of his master flashed through his head anytime he closed his eyes. Sleep had become a forgotten luxury nights ago, and he still wore the bloodied shirt beneath his robes. It was the only piece of his master that Koon had left. The only thing of the Jedi that Brool promised himself he would keep. That and the lightsaber he had just constructed. He wasn't getting rid of that so easily.
The adrenaline of running had long since left his body. Running from the Sith whose hyperlanes he had to use to get to Dorin. Running from the Jedi he had abandoned during a combined attack by the Sith. Running from the realization that when he left, he had chosen solitude. At least until he got to Dorin. Even there, it wasn't guaranteed he had any family left.
The few memories he had of his parents were harder to access now. He could still see his mother's face, but his father's had become blurry. The Dark Side tainted the memories, blurring their edges like watching an old vignette.
Whether it was the sleep deprivation or the depression clouding his judgment, Koon had gone too long between fuel stops. It wasn't until the ship's systems started whining at him that he snapped out of his pity and paid attention. He had enough fuel to stop in a nearby system, but not enough to choose which one.
He was in Sith space in a Jedi ship. He had done his best to change the ID, but he wasn't a professional slicer. Brool cursed himself for not paying more attention when he passed the last neutral fuel depot.
RAGOON VI
The ship wasn't in for a rough landing, but he needed to land close enough to civilization that he could refuel and far enough away that he wouldn't have to register the ship. He was hoping he could find some kind, unsuspecting civilian willing to help him get fuel back to it. That meant aiming for a patch of ground not covered by trees just outside a little village.
Flying was easy for the Kel Dor.
Landing was the hard part.
Even if the Sith weren't looking for the Padawan, the trail of smoke his landing produced would tip them off that someone was in the area. Now, more than fuel, he needed repairs. There was damage to parts of the ship he hadn't known existed until now, and whatever he had broken was keeping him from flying.
Frustrated, he opened the cockpit and used the Force to propel himself out and into the air. The beautiful trees created a near-perfect barrier around him, leaving Brool unable to tell exactly how far the village was from his landing site. He landed solidly against the ground below him.
He grabbed the lightsaber hilt from his hip and inspected it for damage. It seemed fine, but he didn't dare ignite it to test the theory. Bringing a bright blue blade to a planet in Sith territory was a surefire way to get himself killed. Instead, he tucked it beneath his tunic, close enough to call to his hand at a moment's notice but hidden well enough to be easily missed.
Brool knew there would likely be some sort of search- Sith or local- for the ship that had just crashed, and he didn't want to be there when they arrived. He started down the trail leading toward where he thought the village was, keeping himself far enough off the path that he could disappear into the trees if he needed to.
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OOC: Looking for a Sith from the Covenant to kindly capture my runaway Jedi Padawan, please
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