Stranded - Techno Union Dominion of Ryloth

[Irys Arist'lar]

Irys stood at the walkway on the viewing deck, hands clasped behind her back. The sun was out on this side of Ryloth, so the polarised filter was on. However, the sunlight picked out the thousands of shuttles being launched from the fleet of Techno Union freighters and warships. Irys was off duty now, and quite enjoyed watching the flotilla, which was little more than a cloud of dust. They kept the fleet on this side of the tidally locked world using repulsors. The solar energy available equalled the cost of keeping repulsors active.

Irys turned away from the view of the flotilla, looking out into deep space. A single blue streak flashed in the distance. The sidelights flared red. Well, this would break time over then, she mused, a moment before the warning klaxons blared into life.

“Ma’am,” an enemy cruiser just entered the edge of the system, said a voice in her ear. “We’re powering up the ion pulse cannon!”

“Understood, I’m heading down now,” she replied. However, before she could move a step, a ripple of blue energy ran across the hull of the massive battleship. “What was that?” she called into her comm.

“It’s the pulse cannon! Energy signal fluctuating, the capacitors are discharging!”

Irys could only watch as the hull shimmered with energy, before a massive arc of energy crackled across space. The entire upper atmosphere shone bright blue for a few seconds. She depressed a button on her comm, but it didn’t respond. The lights went out.




OOC/
This one is going to be a little different. I'd like to split the membership up into lots of little groups and have them deal with difficult situations with almost no gear or preparations. Each shuttle is going to start the story having crashed, in a particular location and with specific problems.

Everyone will be aboard a shuttle, which is going to crash.
No one is armed with anything more than a sidearm.
Each shuttle will had an emergency kit containing:
- One CC13 Blaster Rifle
- One emergency beacon
- First aid kit, including bacta patches
- Water for two days [You'll be stuck for three]
- Food rations for two days
- Rope
- Survival Jackets [Floating and warmth]
In addition, you can scavenge components from the shuttle if you have the skill. Comm units don’t work, and civilian and military networks are all down.
Faction only thread, PM [member=Raziel if you wish to join either on a shuttle, or in another manner.

Shuttle 5432-1
"Sugar and Spice"
This shuttle slammed straight through the shaft of a ryll spice mine. The survivors exit the shuttle into a dust cloud, only to find this is a cloud of spice. 'Have a nice trip!'
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member=Raziel]
[member="Sophia Walsh"]
[member="Lucien Cordel"]
[member="Daniel Tresk"]


Shuttle 5432-3
"Nesting"
Crashing through the rocky surface into a subterranean maze, the survivors soon find they've landed near a Lylek nest
[member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"]
[member="Anastasia Rade"]
[member=Gaila'Rae]
[member="Siyndacha Aerin"]
[member=Abraxas]


Shuttle 5432-4
"Heat Wave"
Marooned in a great open plain, with a heat storm coming in, the survivors have just hours to find shelter
[member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member=Zrixtas]
[member=sabrina]
[member="Seanna Vel"]



Shuttle 5432-5
"King of the Mountains"
Crashing down in the freezing cold peaks of a mountain range, the survivors are chased by the guards from a hidden Rebel base
[member="Orick T'ane"]
[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Jeong Hye"]
[member=Tanalth]
[member="Darien Cordel"]

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Location: Shuttle 5432-4
Objective: Survive. Heat Wave.
1/20

The dyed haired slicer shook her head. What had just happened? She knew that they were going to Ryloth, for whatever reason, she wasn’t sure. Accept surrender of the Selectvists? Perhaps. But it… she didn’t have her armor. She was… in a dress? What kind of strange operation was that supposed to be? And really, now she was regretting that decision. Why couldn’t she just do a pant suit? Oh, right, Jennifer Blanchard hated wearing pants.

But boots. At least she had good boots.

Where had they crashed? She saw the emergency lighting was on and looked around. “Hello?” She called out. Right, her head was hurting. But she was put in her crash webbing. That was a good sign. Meant they knew they were going down? Well, that and Jenn wasn’t the most trustworthy of people flying. Droids were better pilots.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Shuttle 5432-1
Alies - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] , [member="Raziel"] , [member="Sophia Walsh"] , [member="Daniel Tresk"]

Lucien turned to his son who was furiously prodding his thigh "Papa I need the toilet"

"Hold it, we'll be on the ground soon and you can go to the toilet when we get to daddy's friend"

"I can't, I can't " came the reply

"Fine, hurry up though we can't wait, leave your bag with me"

His son rushed off and lucien sat back with a sigh. Now rethinking his decision to bring his son with him to this meeting. He began to grow concerned when the shuttles pulled away "Wait ... My son, My son isn't back yet " He tried to get up but the force of the shuttle kept him pinned down. He was too late. He came to the realisation that perhaps this was for the best his son would only get bored and there was the threat that thinks might get dangerous ... yes this was for the best.

He sat back to wait out the ride when he felt the shuttle go into free fall. The next thing he knew he was sputtering through dust. as he crawled out of the shuttle. He didn't know what had happened but he did know that in the confusion his son's bag was gone and the teddy bear his son was attached to. He had to find that bear. He crawled back into the shuttle. Lucien rifled few the carnage ignoring the light headedness he was beginning to suffer and eventually to his relief he found the bear .

"Good Morning Lucien " the bear said as lucien withdrew him from his sons tattered bag.

Why was the bear talking ?

Why did the bear sound like Lucien's father?

 

[Darien Cordel]

Shuttle 5432-5
Allies - [member="Orick T'ane"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Jeong Hye"], [member="Tanalth"]

Darien turned to his dad and began furiously prodding his thigh "Papa I need the toilet"

"Hold it, we'll be on the ground soon and you can go to the toilet when we get to daddy's friend"

"I can't, I can't " came the reply

"Fine, hurry up though we can't wait, leave your bag with me"

Darien nodded, threw off his bag and hurried off. He would embarrassingly recount how he got lost on his return. He couldn't remember which shuttle his dad was in. He stood in the hanger twiddling his thumbs "Oh golly" He mumbled to himself. He supposed he just have to look in every shuttle. He didn't really want too. It seemed boring but his father would be cross if he didn't go back to him .

"Papa?" He called climbing on board the ill fated Shuttle 5432-5. He shuffled to the back of the shuttle then failing to find his father made his way towards the door of the shuttle again. He was about to get out when the door slammed in his face "Wha ..." he mumbled before he was pulled back into a seat by a tight hand on his shoulder. "Sit down " A voice grumbled as the hand buckle him in. He really wanted to call out and explain that he was on the wrong shuttle. He really really wanted to, but the words wouldn't come out he was too nervous.

The ship set off and Darien was powerless to resist. He softly whimpered as the ship set off the noise muffled by his thumb as he sucke on it for comfort. He wanted his dad and his bear and his sandwich. He didn't have long to dwell on his separation from comfort however as the ship fell into freefall. Darien vomited then blacked out.

"Papa??" Darien moaned as a chill washed over him sparking him into awareness.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: 5432-3
Objective: Arm Yourself
1/20


Aboard the shuttle, Abraxas was under containment in his stasis-crypt. There were strict orders given to each individual on the ship to be extremely cautious when around the stasis unit for fear that any tampering may disturb the creation and cause a rather messy predicament. However, all of that was about to become null and void as the shuttle itself crashed, jagged rocks tearing into the outer components and essentially destroying the engines themselves. The stasis-crypt was disturbed and broken, Abraxas' eyes opened suddenly as he awoke into an already detrimental state - detrimental for those around him. Red emergency lights flashed on and off, blackness and the red intensity becoming a beacon and symbolizing warning.

Harboring the very notion that this would not be in his best interest, The Butcher King's near-duplicate harnessed his inner chaos and consumed it. His rage mustering and festering inside like an infection. Uncaring for the others that would be with him, Abraxas looked around and noticed that his personal armament wasn't present; only armed with his slugthrower and lightsaber. Virtually all aspects of the shuttle were damaged beyond repair after being slammed into Ryloth, and the only option appeared to be to explore the surrounding area for a solution. But there would be more than what met the eye.

Using the Force to break down the already damaged ramp, the creation observed the area and realized something was already awry once foreign noises began picking up in intensity and with an ever closing distance. Reaching for the hilt of his crimson blade, Abraxas ignited it without hesitation. Be everyone unconscious or hiding, it mattered not. Something wicked this way comes, advancing on the position of the crash site. Abraxas could feel life through the Force, and it was monstrous.

Yet a monster was already waiting. Prepared to show its teeth.


@Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha @Anastasia Rade @Gaila'Rae @Siyndacha Aerin

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q657rEkgfKs​

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Shuttle 5432-4
"Heat Wave"
Marooned in a great open plain, with a heat storm coming in, the survivors have just hours to find shelter
[member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="Zrixtas"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
1/20

The shuttle came in to the atmosphere, it came in at to steep an angle and to fast. The pilot was rushing around like a blue bum fly, and was trying desperately to get it t land safely. At last moment they came in he manged level it, it still crashed and came in hard. The pilot was catapulted through blast screen, and was killed instantly as he hit the dirt. Sabrina was chucked around the cabin inside, and was badly bruised and was knocked out. She was bleeding and gas was venting in to compartment, they needed to get out before the shuttle exploded. The was other problems was some sort of heat storm coming in, and they needed to find shelter or they where all doomed.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Shuttle 5432-1
Post: 1/20

When Tmoxin Temi, CEO of Morpho Pharmaceuticals, found out that her recent benefactor, [member="Lucien Cordel"] also had business on Ryloth, she figured she would tag along so she could do some networking with the financier. He had brought his son along, who was now miraculously younger due to Morpho's own technology. While she could do without the irritating whine of a child on board, it did make her proud to witness the fruits of her labor (and Mr. Cordel's credits), and to know she was changing the galaxy, truly making sentient beings younger. Who else could profess to have that god-like ability but a few select Sith Lords, she thought, rather pleased with herself.

In their shuttle, she watched as the younger Cordel ran off, and the shuttle left without him. Good, I can now talk to Lucien without interruption, thought Tmoxin. But suddenly her stomach dropped down into her pelvis, and she realized their vessel was about to crash.

The Hapan awoke on the floor of the shuttle and coughed from what she could only guess was smoke. Obviously, she had been thrown from her seat, and now was there a fire aboard the shuttle? Don't panic, Tmoxin!

She reached up and felt a small knob forming on the side of her head where she must have hit something during the crash. But oddly, there was nothing burning, despite a dusty film in the air. The Dark Jedi made it to her feet and held onto a nearby beverage cart for support. Although her temple ached, she also felt a little bit odd. Chalking it up to a concussion, she shouted at Lucien Cordel from across the shuttle. He appeared to be staring at his son's teddy bear, perhaps distraught over the disappearance of his son.

"Mr. Cordel, are you okay? I think we've crashed and..."

Tmoxin stopped. What did she mean to say to him? Why couldn't she get the words out? It was as though her tongue was molasses, and her lips felt like sticky paper. She sneezed from the dust and looked up again at the Sith Lord.

And why did Mr. Cordel see fit to wear a neon purple suit today that kind of vibrated as he moved? She hadn't noticed before but he was wearing somewhat strange attire for a business meeting.


[member="Raziel"] [member="Sophia Walsh"] [member="Daniel Tresk"]

 

[Tanalth]

Shuttle 5432-5
Post 1/20
[member="Darien Cordel"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Jeong Hye"]

During the trip to Ryloth Tanalth had been mainly sleeping. Some of the normal troopers thought it was because she wanted her full strength once they arrived. In truth she was really just that tired. Too much fun last night before the big mission, hanging with the troops and a few "ladies of the night" they'd brought for a grand party. She was among them but turned into more of the life of the party itself when she continued to call up for more drinks, beat men in games of drinking and arm wrestling, and even managed to hook two men in both arms and danced with them; despite their feet being off the ground. ​

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Of course her superiors were upset with her for her groggy demeanor before the take off but she didn't care. She only popped headphones into her ears before drifting off for the entire trip. Even as the ship began to drop fro the sky she did not wake. Only when it was very last minute, twenty feet from the ground, did she finally stir. Her sleep was awakened to the sound of scream, the feeling of being thrown off the ship and into a fiery ruin and then crashing onto the cold hard ground. She was out for how long she did not know, but as she could hear others she began to wake yet again. ​

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Her vision was blurred and her head was dizzy. She looked up to see a burning ship and the few survivors around, including herself. She pushed herself up before rolling onto her back. She didn't have the means to stand as of yet, letting everything still return to her. All she could think was either she'd blacked out from the party last night or she was still dreaming. ​

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Shuttle 5432-7 - Ryloth jungle.

Orcus and a cadre of One Sith honor guards had been on their way to treat with a powerful diplomat on Ryloth in a joint negotiation for the Techno Union and the One Sith. However much Orcus despised the Vong and the frankly rife and reckless manner in which the One Sith utilized them, the guards accompanying him were nothing of the sort. Most were veterans of more than a few campaigns. Men who had been there when the One Sith first started. Orcus remembered those frantic years following the Sith Empire's collapse. He had had high hopes for the One Sith and the foresight afforded them by the Dark Lord.

Such faith had perished along with the Dark Lord, though they said he still lived. Orcus did not believe them. Whatever foul shade had been cajoled from the underworld into further existence was no Dark Lord. But he had no time to concentrate on wrongs he'd yet to set to rights. They were crashing.

After the ionizing wave fried their systems, the shuttle drifted for a few precious moments before plunging into free fall through Ryloth's atmosphere. What happened next was an adrenalized blur full of shouting pilots, wailing alarms, and the shuttle's incessant shaking. Every moment the shuttle held together as they descended, cherry-red flame pooling around the shuttle's exterior, was a miracle.

Then the shuttle smashed into the surface, plowing a furrow a mile long into one of Ryloth's jungles. Orcus now sat pinned against the wall of the shuttle by a massive crate, both legs broken. He was barely conscious.

And all he could think of were the jubilant faces of those damned Vong sycophants when they heard the news. "Darth Orcus, foremost political adversary, killed in a shuttle crash." The eight hundred pound cetacean clacked his teeth in anger and stubbornly refused to die in such a disgracefully ordinary manner.

Outside, a pack of gutkurrs prowled the crash site, hungry for flesh.

[member="Isamu Baelor"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Shuttle 5432-4
Hot one

Just want in tar and feather she gotten herself into this time. At less there wasn't some spray painting. Now came the flashing of piece before herself coming to again. "Hell, be damn if I get a hold of the one flying this shuttle I will do some butt whipping." shaking her hand to make it come back from the where it had be pushed up against. Hearing someone call out in the dark. "Yea, darling bet your breeches I'm still alive." shaking her head again before she went into another rant.

This was to be a business trip for her for setting up with the local with her Salliche company shit on that for now it seem. It just not been her luck lately. [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Sabrina Kotass"] [member="Morgan Redeaux"] [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] @Zrixtas

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Shuttle 5432-1
Alies - [member="Tmoxin Temi"] , @Raziel , [member="Sophia Walsh"] , [member="Daniel Tresk"]

Lucien eyed the bear intently

"Father why are you inside my sons bear?" He asked slightly bemused his Father was died long since murdered and served to the poor in the under cities through broth, he should know he had done the deed himself, and yet here he was inside a bear. Some how though the more he thought the less strange it seemed. He never got an answer to his question just a prophesy.

"Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none." His father shouted,

somewhere in the middle distance he heard someone calling out to him. He knew the voice and felt he should respond but he couldn't lift his focus from the bear, the bear was most important only the bear, the bear would get him a king.

"But how? How do I procure a king ?" Lucien wailed pushing himself to stand and pulling the bear to his ear.

"Murder most foul, as in the best it is,But this most foul, strange, and unnatural."

Lucien nodded of course murder, it was the key to all routes to power.

"We should stop talking now ... there is someone here who might speak of our plan " He whispered before pulling the bear from his face and turning around. The voice of his father continued to garble on about Bloody Knives and souls of milk. It was decidedly odd, Lucien would just have to ignore it. He looked up now to the source of the voice and saw Tmoxin, she seemed drawn out and she had teeth, then her face started to melt. It was shocking to say the least. Trying to remember how to speak before one knew they would procure a king he forced a string of words out.

"Madame Temi you appear unwell ... "

 

[Isamu Baelor]

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

A wave of pain roused Isamu from unconsciousness. His head throbbed in agony. Dazed and confused, an awful groan escaped his lips. His eyes flickered open, and the world around him was blurred. He shook his head, his eyes focused and his vision returned to normal. From the corner of his eye, Isamu saw one of the Sith soldiers under his command. “Soldier!” Isamu called out. “Casualty report!” Isamu’s request was met with silence. “Soldier!”

Isamu turned his head, ready to chastise the men for not responding to him. Instead, he was met with a sad sight; the soldier was dead. He scanned the shuttle; another dead, and another, and another. Blood pooled around each of the bodies, their lifeless eyes stared back at their commander. Isamu let out a sorrowful sigh.

Isamu tried to rise to his feet, but a sharp pain travelled up his side. “Arrrrgh!” He fell back to the floor. He glanced down at his midsections; there was no puncture, but he was convinced that a rib was broken. “Ugh, I suppose it could be worse.”

Fighting through the pain, Isamu forced himself to his feet. Step after step, with his hand clutching his side, Isamu slowly made his way towards the exit. His head still hurt, and his focus was scattered. He would have walked past the crate had a groan not caught his attention. “Someone lives?!” Isamu exclaimed to himself.

Isamu hurried to the source of the sound: a massive crate pinned against the wall. He circled around the crate and found the body of Orcus. “Is he…?” Isamu thought to himself. The thought was quickly dispelled as Orcus opened his eyes. He was injured, and barely conscious. “This will hurt."

Isamu inspected the crate that had pinned Orcus to the wall. It was massive in size and in weight too. Isamu lowered to his knees, and looked under the crate. He let out a frustrated and disappointed groan; Orcus’ legs were broken. Isamu rose to his feet and braced himself against the crate. “Ok…” He pushed the crate, but that sharp pain shot up his side again, and he relented. “Damnit…”

As Isamu began formulating a plan to free Orcus, the cry of hungry beasts erupted from the crash site. Not quite a hiss, and not quite a roar. A sense of urgency washed over the veteran soldier. “Ugh! Gutkurrs!” Isamu once again braced himself against the crate. “Muster whatever strength you can and help me push this crate, otherwise we are dead!”

 

[Daniel Tresk]

Shuttle 5432-1

Allies - [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Sophia Walsh"] [member="Raziel"]

Daniel was not enjoying his trip so far. He was mainly on this trip to secure possible business partners and just to get himself set up in the Techno Union. So, it got worse as Dan felt his stomach sink into the very depths of his body. Slowly, he came to the realization that they were falling from the sky, and were most likely going to meet their maker. The bounty hunter groaned, as he tightly clenched the cold, steel bar next to him. Right as he began preparing himself for the crash, the ship slammed into the earth, sending him flying into the air. Daniel was tightly pressed against the wall, as he began to pass out. The last thing he saw was a thick, yellow cloud enveloping the stunned group.

When he regained his counciousness, every singe object in sight seemed to pulse, as red, blue and green lines bounced and weaved around them. Daniel felt like he was hearing colors, first purple, then yellow. The only thing he could think about was why a giant bear seemed to float off into the sky, then explode. "Well, I didn' expect tah' see tha'." Daniel slurred.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Shuttle 5432-5
[1/20]


Orick felt the world return to him and the first thing he noticed sas the cold. He remembered the shuttle and then well he had a pretty cool dream, and it seemed that he was going to wake up to the nightmare. What parts of his body did ache were freezing and he dreaded even opening his eyes, but he did anyway.

He instantly wished that he hadn't, the sky was grey and there was a light snow fall and there was smoke, lots of smoke. As he sat up, he understood why. The shuttle was in pieces around him, fires were slowly dying out all over the mountainside. Bodies littered the snow around him and there was the familiar smell of charred meat in the air. He sat up and as soon as he did the world began to spin.

There were others moving, most of them were like he was, on the ground and trying to take stock of the situation. He wondered who they were and what kind of damage they had taken. As he stood, slowly, he could see just how extensive the damage was, and how much trouble they were in

[member="Tanalth"] [member="Darien Cordel"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Shuttle 5432-3
"Nesting"
[1/20]

Groaning Ana put a hand up her head as she picked her head up. She could see dead bodies and blood everywhere but couldn't see any survivors. The young woman was sure that there was some as she could feel a force presence here. The only problem was it wasn't a friendly one or at least in her mind it wasn't too friendly. She had bad experiences in the past with the Sith.

Once the pounding had subsided somewhat Ana picked herself up off the ground to get a better look at where she was. It didn't look familiar in the slightest so she decided to take a look around and explore a bit. As she took a step forward something crunched beneath her feet. Glancing down she saw that thing to be an animal skull. The area looked to have been a bone graveyard before the crash. Did those things even exist? Shrugging slight Ana moved as quietly as she could through it looking for signs of anything.


[member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"] [member="Gaila'Rae"] [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] [member="Abraxas"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Vision hazy with pain came slowly into clarity. Orcus blinked at the face before him.

"Ah," he wheezed weakly, "Commander Baelor."

Were those lieutenant's bars? He couldn't remember the man's actual rank, but he had most decidedly been in command. That made him a commander, didn't it? Orcus thoughts moved sluggishly as he tried to marshal some sense. He was trapped by an enormous metal box and... and he couldn't feel his legs. Gone? Or just shock? Orcus glanced from the urgent guard commander to the supply crate that sat atop his lower half.

"Hmm. The securing straps must have broken in the crash."

Orcus gave it a hesitant shove. White-hot pain lanced through his legs. Goaded by the anguish, Orcus pushed with all the frustrated strength his eight hundred pound body could muster. The crate toppled aside and immediate relief surged through the Herglic, quickly followed by more pain. He tried to stand, but abruptly sat back down with a gasp, nearly losing consciousness again.

The Sith Lord panted, listening to the wild yowls from beyond the shuttle's fractured hull. Grimacing, he reached for his blade, only to find that the hilt of nightclub was no longer at his belt. Frantic eyes scoured the floor before at last alighting on the large, cylindrical shape just out of arm's reach.

"Commander," he pointed with a flipper, "My lightsaber."

Crushing Depths! He hated to feel so helpless.

[member="Isamu Baelor"]

 

[Lord Zrixtas]

Shuttle 5432-4
01/20
"Heat Wave"
Marooned in a great open plain, with a heat storm coming in, the survivors have just hours to find shelter
[member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="sabrina"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
He awoke to darkness and silence as he tried to influence his surroundings with a hands but then he realized what had happened, the impact had rattled him inside his casing and had knocked a few of the interface connections loose. With effort he used the force to adjust himself inside the casing and reconnecting the interface connectors, bringing his body back online.
He was outside the shuttle as he came too, his droid body draped in a very tattered rope, a habit of his he had acquired by hanging around fleshsacks for the passed months. He got up slowly as his joints re-calibrated and sputtered to life as they cleaned themselves of dust and the like. When he was up he looked around and looked towards the shuttle and then behind them over the horizon and there he was it, the heat storm coming towards them. It was still a long way, away but what he didn't like was the fact that the storm was over or around 300 degrees Celsius more than enough to melt some of the things inside his body and make him stuck as in place.
Moving to the shuttle he hit the door and ripped it off it's hinges as he remembered he was inside the same shuttle as his master. "Hello were are you? Is there someone here still alive?!" He shouted into the shuttle as he entered it and turned his opticals over to heat senors to find any living beings. "If you're a meatbag and still alive make a sound so I can drag you out of this scrap heap!"

 

[Raziel]

Shuttle 1

Raziel sat quietly in the back of the shuttle, pretending to sleep. He was dressed in a plain blue suit, with a red tie. He had decided to keep his face partially covered on the off chance one of the few people who knew him by appearance had joined the passengers since he had checked the manifest.

Hiding his presence in the Force came so naturally to him now, but just in case he kept a taozin amulet under his shirt. He'd taken the alias of a mid level diplomat. The spymaster was keen to take a first hand look at negotiations, to see what offers were made by each of the Techno Union member corporations and to try and gauge what level of sway the rebellion still held here.

The lights went out. The thrum of the engines cut out abruptly. There was silence for a second or services before the screaming started. Raziel calmly strapped himself into his chair, and held on. There was nothing he could do to take control of this situation.

Further back than the others in the shuttle he experienced significant forces as the vessel went into a spin. The edges of his vision started to go black. What an indignant way to go, after all he had endured, he thought to himself as consciousness left him. He was no pilot, shrugging off such effects was

That was where he remained as the shuttle inexplicably survived its crash: unconscious and crumpled up in his chair

[member="Daniel Tresk"]
[member="Lucien Cordel"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Sophia Walsh"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

"Heat Wave" 1/20

[member="Zrixtas"] [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Morgan Redeaux"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Sabrina Kotass"]

Lord Ajihad, the Demon's Fist, was sitting towards the back of the ship, making no noise. He had seen many of the ship's occupants give him odd looks throughout the journey. He didn't know anyone onboard, so he made no move to start a conversation. Everything was going just fine until the ship was hit by lightning.

Immediately, alarms began to sounds. He stood up from his seat, and saw they were descending rapidly. Hoping to evacuate the ship, he Spartan-kicked the door down, and saw the ground rapidly closing in. He turned around, and grabbed the nearest person (Morgan Redeaux). Without a second though, he leapt off the ship, his fellow passenger in his arms. If he could save at least one person from the plummeting ship, then he most certainly would.

Using his body as a cushion, he hit the ground with the other passenger. As the rolled to a stop, Vi'kas got up, and wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his lip. He immediately turned to the passenger. "You ok?"

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Location: Shuttle 5432-4
Objective: Heat Wave
2/20
Crew: [member="Morgan Redeaux"], [member="Zrixtas"], [member="Sabrina Kotass"], [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Lord Ajihad"]

She was trying to clear her head. She didn’t like when things didn’t go according to plan and when she’d need to be out in the wild. That seemed to be what was going to happen here, though. This was not going to go well. Sitting in her webbing, she was looking around… Would it be safe to get out? And at least she was greeted first by the voice of the farm girl, the Kiffar… What was her name?

Seanna, right? Yeah, she thought so. Not exactly an Obsidian and not always in Jenn’s field of view.

Meat bag? The orange haired slicer shrugged. Right, were her implants ok? Had to be, right? “I’m alive, webbing’s stuck.” She was starting to get into mission mode, but even for Jenn, this was way beyond anything she’d ever done.