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Stranded in Shadows

The Drifter, It was a small cargo freighter retrofitted to offer cheap and bulk transportation to people looking for discreet, or well, cheap transportation. Verrin belonged to the later group as the allowance for Jedi was not very high, especially since he used it to buy the occasional drink or travel which was his current situation. He was returning from Tatooine back to Coruscant, one of the last stops of the freighter.

Verrin turned his head back to the old man that had quickly become his traveling companion. His name was Terro Kins, a small moisture farmer that was also on his way to Coruscant, but he was going to visit his son and their family that had taken a job in one of the many maintenance crews on lower Coruscant. He wasn't sure why, but the mans simple, yet happy life was something that made him feel a little envious.

He doubted he would ever get that. To have a simple, nice, life where he could visit his family across the galaxy. Obligations to the galaxy, to the order, to everyone... to just let go and enjoy a small, peaceful life would have been, nice. But he wouldn't. He couldn't. The Jedi life was all he knew and being a Jedi was who he was.

Verrin was jostled out of his musings, literally, when the freighter bucked and shuddered. Red lights flashed on in the cargo hold, and reaching out in the force, he could feel spikes of aggression, fear, and other emotions that were difficult to truly feel. They were being attacked... Verrin could only hope the pilot knew what he was doing. Reaching out, Verrin gripped the old man's hand and smiled at him trying to calm him down, "It will be fine..." he said with more belief then he felt.

[member="Saran Drast"]
 
Saran was silent in the back of the Drifter, as she didn't need the attention. She was headed for Hapes, where she would meet Jacobs and they would go on their merry way. Where? She didn't know. But now she was escaping some who thought she belonged to them. Such a thought disgusted the Knight, but that was life. And now, life was sending her to Hapes aboard a discreet transport. Although, she had payed from the account tied to the Order. Why they never shut it down, she didn't know.

She saw the ships before the alarm. Bracing, she knew what came next. They were over a planet. Which one? Trandosha? No. The other one here. What was it called? Home world of the Wookies. What was it? Whatever it was, the ship was going down.
[member="Verrin Ris'To "][member="Carona Totsari"]
 

Carona Totsari

It takes true strengh to turn the other cheek
[member="Saran Drast"] @Verrin Ris'To

Carona was a Jedi Padawan who always followed the rules. Having spent a short time on another Republic planet, she was really frustrated that she still had to take a cheap ride like THIS.

It wasn't that the mute wasn't grateful that she was even getting a ride at all. She was very grateful... but she still felt a bit cheated, as if the Force wasn't on her side today.

Carona was sitting in a regular seat in the passenger room. Slowly drifting asleep, the Padawan leaned against the cool window - the only cool thing in the heated room.

Suddenly, the Force screamed danger to her. A second later the entire ship stopped or something... it immediately became clear to Carona that the ship was crashing! Carona was awake NOW. She jumped out of her seat, one thing racing in her mind: protect the passengers.
 
Of course, it wasn't alright. The Force had too great a sense of humor for such a trip to have gone unmolested. The ship bucked and jostled more, and Verrin could feel the panic begin to seep throughout the ship as many of the passengers were trying to figure out what was going on or hoping that what they believed to be happening wasn't so. The sudden shift in his stomach told him with more then a little dread that the ship had entered a planets gravitational pull. Reaching out with his senses, he tried to capture what was going on, but he didn't have to feel far as an explosion ripped through the thin durasteel wall only a few feet from him. A duros that had been sitting there was torn to shreds, but whatever limbs would have been sprayed across the cargo area was sucked out the hole as the cabin tried to equal out pressure.

Locking his right arm into the wall, wrapping his elbow around a bar, he gripped the old mans hand tighter. The howling of the air being sucked into the upper atmosphere of the planet made it nearly impossible to hear, but he tried to scream over it, "Hold on Terro!"

But, he was forced to watch as mothers, children, and men were being sucked out the hole in the ship, and there was nothing he could do about it besides watch as people screamed for help mere feet away from him. Despite his power, despite his training... there was nothing he could do to save those people. If he had more time, he would have screamed in frustration, but he was a little occupied keeping himself latched to the wall and keeping the man from sliding out of his grip. The ship bucked once more, loosening the grip he had on Terro, "Don't let go! Hang on... Just hang on," Verrin said, almost pleading, but he could not fight it. The mans smaller hand slipped from his, and before Verrin could reach out to pull him back with the force, he was ripped out of the whole and sent flying out over the planets surface.

Verrin slowly closed his hand, he had failed... again. He closed his eyes in frustration and sorrow at the death of the man who just wanted to visit his kids one last time. Then it happened, the ship rumbled and all the force that had been exerting itself on his body stopped jerking his arm loose from the metal. The next thing he saw was the large metal wall that had been yards away now inches from his face, a sudden intense pain, and then darkness.

[member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Saran Drast"]
 
The cabin was depressurizing. And that was never a good thing. Unfortunately, it seemed that the few survivors that were there were unconscious. Forcing herself th hold on, she wrapped her arm around the seatbelt. Reaching out through the Force, she held on to the others there. She couldn't do anything about the hole in the wall, but she could keep more from sliding out.
[member="Verrin Ris'To "][member="Carona Totsari"]
 

Carona Totsari

It takes true strengh to turn the other cheek
Carona had tried her best to pull an entire group of pre-schoolers up to the way back, as the ship had been crashing forwards, and behind the back seats... Unfortunately, she had failed to save many moire than six individuals in both areas. Even so, the remainders were unconscious. Carona herself was barely awake. The impact had been hard on her, she had scrapped her right arm against some sharp object and had hit her head against the metal part of the seat - she was bleeding from her right arm and her mouth now. The togruta Padawan blinked as she lie against the cold back seat as if it was the floor. She had a small three-year-old in her arms. She was relieved that this young boy and the few others were okay. However, it still wore her down that she couldn't save any more.

She could sense that there were more Force sensitive people on this ship. Carona blinked and noted immediately that a young girl, about her age, was holding onto a group of people to prevent them from sliding out of a large hole in the wall opposite of the side of the ship Carona was on. Carona just had to help! She placed the three year old boy down and pulled herself out to where she could see more clearly. The Padawan noted that a large board had fallen from her side of the small ship and had crashed lopsided. Carona blinked, this was the chance!

Carona reached out to the other Force Sensitive individual with the Force and spoke to her telepathically - as she was mute. Hi, I'm Carona. I can help! You hold the children, I'll make the hole smaller with the fallen board I see. Carona had kept her introduction short, there was no time to waste! These fellow survivors needed saving. She lifted her bloody arms to the board and waited for the girl's approval to move it into place. Carona had a strong connection to the Force, she was going to give moving this thing her all! The gravitational pull of the planet was making Carona's head tailed fly around, she knew that she too may end up being knocked our sometime soon. All she could do was hang on long enough to make the lives of these other people stable enough. She was insignificant compared to them, as a Jedi it was her job to protect them above herself. That was what she would do... to the latter.


[member="Saran Drast"] [member="Verrin Ris'To]
 
Nodding to [member="Carona Totsari"], and adding, "Alright. I'll try..." Her face twisted in a mix of concentration and pain. "And hold...." her voice, choppy from the strain, was thin. "On." Each child was tougher, and each time she held on, she could feel herself draining. She needed more energy. More power. The world around her constricted. Her sight began to close in. But she held on. Even though it hur
[member="Carona Totsari"]t.
 

Carona Totsari

It takes true strengh to turn the other cheek
[member="Saran Drast"]

As the other girl held on, Carona moved the board with all her efforts. She was working as fast as she could, her strength in the Force aiding her well. It took several moments for her to get the board in place - and like that the ship was safe. Right afterwards, Carona was hit with a wave of exhaustion and pain from the entire time. Her head fell to the floor, her arms hanging out, as she opened her mouth in a silent scream. The children were safe now, as were the rest of the passengers. She closed her eyes, sweat dripping off, and she directed her thoughts to the other girl, "You alright?"
 
"I... I think so." She said. She let go, allowing the others to move freely and allowing herself to recover. "Everyone, get to your seats. We're crashing." She sighed as everyone buckled into their spots. These things were never fun.

The ship fell faster and faster downwards. Luckily for them, one of the trees slowed them down. Unlucky for them, the ship crashed into the Shadowlands, killing most everyone on board. Those that survived, would be forced to try and find a way out without dying from the many monsters.

Saran's head hurt. There was a throbbing in the back. A quick check found blood in her hair. "Not again..." She muttered, knowing that she may not be as injured as she thought. On closer inspection, it was superficial. Just a light cut on her scalp.
[member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Verrin Ris'To"]
 

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