L O S T
Just another run.
It had been several years since Nar Shaddaa; Adiara had long since come to terms with the loss of his traveling companion, Aerin, though there was still a hole left behind. As if part of his very soul had been numbed. He couldn't even really explain why it was that he had been affected in this way, he was used to being alone, self imposed exile to the stars had been his doing many years ago. There had always been a nagging what if scenario left behind in his mind; the wonders they might have seen, the Oceans of Pelagon, the Dune Seas of Tatooine, the Jungles of Dxun... Alas, it was not to be. And he could lament it no longer.
He had been roaming space now for quite some time. He'd picked up cargo on a Station in the Tingle Arm and had been meandering his way toward its destination. His comms had been shut off, holo-feeds too, Adiara needed some time to himself, to unwind and reconfigure his mental state. Space was vast, and thankfully travel wasn't instantaneous. He had been allowed days without interruption, all without breaking his schedule.
So it was that he approached Mirial; the world looked rather bland from space, another sun-ridden desert. More sand to irritate the inside of his boots. But as his ship made the descent through atmosphere and down toward the planet surface he could not help but frown. Something seemed off. And as if reading his mind, lights began to blare within the cockpit as his sensors picked up on unusually high readings of radiation from the City they had been descending to.
Only one look through his transparisteel window revealed not a City but instead a looming crater in the distance, the remnants of a ship far superior to his own left in its wake. Realising it would be folly to land there, exposure to radiation not exactly on his bucket list, Adi recharted his course and made for a town out away from the crash site. He worried over the City folk, and hoped that aid had been sent their way. It was a rare thing for ships to fall from the sky when said ships were so large!
Once safely docked Adiara left the safety of his ship and stepped out into the sun. Where he expected to hear the general rabble of the Mirialan's Adi was instead met by... Silence. No voices, although there was the occasional squawk of a carrion overhead. He felt his pulse quicken, heartbeat resounding in his ears. With a gulp he took a few steps into the ghost town. "Hello?" he called, his wary word echoing across the sandstone buildings. He could swear a tumbleweed blew across his peripheral.
Something was not right at all.
Perhaps they had gone to aid the City?
And then he saw it. Tools had been abandoned, toys left scattered, weapons upon the ground, and food left over an open flame, black as coal. He stepped toward one of the fires, which had long since been blown out, and reached out to check the kindling. It was freezing. No one had been here for days.
While he may not have been a Force User, Adiara was still connected to the Force; even an untrained Sensitive could pick up on some subtleties, senses that were more acute than your average person, and now he could feel the presence of another. It wasn't close by, but it was the only sign of life around, and what's more it seemed to be calling to him. Not literally, there was no voice to be heard, but on a more spiritual level. Adi usually ignored anything to do with the Force, the damn thing had ruined his life, but this wasn't usual.
Lamenting what had to be the loss of so much life, he set off in its direction. Every now and then he would see signs of struggle in the town he was passing through; blaster marks scorched sandstone, traces of blood lay dried in the sand... Something had happened here, and he didn't have to be a Forcie to realise just how horrific it must have been.
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It had been several years since Nar Shaddaa; Adiara had long since come to terms with the loss of his traveling companion, Aerin, though there was still a hole left behind. As if part of his very soul had been numbed. He couldn't even really explain why it was that he had been affected in this way, he was used to being alone, self imposed exile to the stars had been his doing many years ago. There had always been a nagging what if scenario left behind in his mind; the wonders they might have seen, the Oceans of Pelagon, the Dune Seas of Tatooine, the Jungles of Dxun... Alas, it was not to be. And he could lament it no longer.
He had been roaming space now for quite some time. He'd picked up cargo on a Station in the Tingle Arm and had been meandering his way toward its destination. His comms had been shut off, holo-feeds too, Adiara needed some time to himself, to unwind and reconfigure his mental state. Space was vast, and thankfully travel wasn't instantaneous. He had been allowed days without interruption, all without breaking his schedule.
So it was that he approached Mirial; the world looked rather bland from space, another sun-ridden desert. More sand to irritate the inside of his boots. But as his ship made the descent through atmosphere and down toward the planet surface he could not help but frown. Something seemed off. And as if reading his mind, lights began to blare within the cockpit as his sensors picked up on unusually high readings of radiation from the City they had been descending to.
Only one look through his transparisteel window revealed not a City but instead a looming crater in the distance, the remnants of a ship far superior to his own left in its wake. Realising it would be folly to land there, exposure to radiation not exactly on his bucket list, Adi recharted his course and made for a town out away from the crash site. He worried over the City folk, and hoped that aid had been sent their way. It was a rare thing for ships to fall from the sky when said ships were so large!
Once safely docked Adiara left the safety of his ship and stepped out into the sun. Where he expected to hear the general rabble of the Mirialan's Adi was instead met by... Silence. No voices, although there was the occasional squawk of a carrion overhead. He felt his pulse quicken, heartbeat resounding in his ears. With a gulp he took a few steps into the ghost town. "Hello?" he called, his wary word echoing across the sandstone buildings. He could swear a tumbleweed blew across his peripheral.
Something was not right at all.
Perhaps they had gone to aid the City?
And then he saw it. Tools had been abandoned, toys left scattered, weapons upon the ground, and food left over an open flame, black as coal. He stepped toward one of the fires, which had long since been blown out, and reached out to check the kindling. It was freezing. No one had been here for days.
While he may not have been a Force User, Adiara was still connected to the Force; even an untrained Sensitive could pick up on some subtleties, senses that were more acute than your average person, and now he could feel the presence of another. It wasn't close by, but it was the only sign of life around, and what's more it seemed to be calling to him. Not literally, there was no voice to be heard, but on a more spiritual level. Adi usually ignored anything to do with the Force, the damn thing had ruined his life, but this wasn't usual.
Lamenting what had to be the loss of so much life, he set off in its direction. Every now and then he would see signs of struggle in the town he was passing through; blaster marks scorched sandstone, traces of blood lay dried in the sand... Something had happened here, and he didn't have to be a Forcie to realise just how horrific it must have been.
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