Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Tatooine isn't the only blasted desert out there...

Solan groaned as all he could smell was smoke, and alot of it. It took him more than a few seconds, maybe even minutes for his eyes to scan over the scene before him as twisted metal, sparks, and something all too noticeable reached his nose. The smell of the dead. He hated that smell sometimes, especially when it wasn't caused by him because it meant that innocents were probably those among the dead and he found that detestable.​
His hands pulled him up, pain shooting up his spine as he gritted his teeth and let out a loud yell that echoed down the halls and left him panting. His eyes staring down at the leg of his that was not suppose to look like that as he groaned now with pain still flaring. It was fractured, that was witout a doubt and by the feeling of how much pain was going through him, it was not going to be easy to walk on it. He should be able to apply enough healing from what he knew to correct most of the damage, but he was going to need something to walk on or to support himself if he had any chance of walking.​
What had even happened... what had happened when to cause this he wondered. One moment it had been a normal passage on a passenger ship until suddenly the ship had been rocked and it had been sent slaming towards the desert belok of Er'kit. He had only just barely had the time to protect himself and he knew that the chance for anyone else to have survived this was low to none which made him saddened but he had to get up and moving.​
Something stopped him though, his mind reaching out just to be sure and there it was, what he was looking for. A single life had not been snuffed out by the crash, that was something that genuinely surprised him and now he wondered, who this signature belonged to as he pulled himself up and started walking, his body more so dragging itself along a wall so that he could staff off the damaged leg while his body worked to knit it together as best he could through the force. He was no healer and what he did know would not be able to heal his wound all the way, much less if this other one had wounds too.​
 
Karking-A that hurt. Groaning Deneve would sit up and blink rapidly; attempting to clear the blood from her eyes and clear her vision. Wincing slightly, a sharp hiss of pain leaving her lips, the woman would glance around the carnage about her. A shaky breath being drawn into burning lungs. This right here.. This crap right here is why she preferred flying her own damn ship.

Biting back any feelings for the time being, she would pull herself up into a standing position and lean against a nearby wall, taking everything in, attempting to ignore the massive throbbing in her head and see past the lovely dancing spots.

"Well, poodoo.." She would mumble before glancing around to see if anyone else had been lucky enough to make it alive. It wasn't long before she got a feel of someone's signature and set off towards whomever it might be. She didn't bother being worried at this point in time. They were either as bad as her or worse off.

[member="Solan Charr"]
 
[member="Deneve Verd"]

Solan leaned against the piece of metal he had been able to find and now was using to support his weight on. IT was a bit hard to walk as it was even with that, mostly because he hadn't finished knitting together the bones and muscles. The Signature is now moving towards him, his hands finding the saber of his that was still at his side. He had been worried at first that he had lost the saber but had soon found it nearby.

There was something that Solan was a bit cautious about though, with Deneve getting closer now. Her presence was foreign to him and his hand would rest on the saber slowly dragging it off his waist so that he could use it if he needed to. It wasn't that hew was too worried but this person had survived the wreckage too and that was something that was without a ease on his mind, he had just barely survived and the others in teh ship were without a doubt snuffed out. If this one was walking it meant that their energy was also still there.

As his body came to a corner, he pulled his form around it, using his left hand to support his body while his right held the saber staff out, igniting one end and holding it shakily across his body so that he could both cast light down the hall Deneve would be coming down, as well as to protect himself if she attacked him. The icy blue blade would illuminate his features, unhidden by an illusion like normal. This would leave his skin pale, but not as far as normal. He had been working to repair his body after all and even after his veins were still ebony and his skin pale, he would not be as bad as he used to be,

"Hello there...."
 
"I hardly think now is the time to be brandishing a weapon. Especially when you look like you've seen better days.."


Calling from a few feet away, she would raise her hands on gesture that signaled to the man ahead of her that she in fact meant him no harm. Coming to a stop, she would place one of her hands against an upturned crate and use it to support herself for a few moments before moving forward, after wiping the blood that had soaked through her hair from her eyes.


"Names Deneve Verd. I mean you no harm. I'm just checking to see if there are any other survivors . Seems you're the only one beside myself though.." Soft spoken and straight to the point she would offer up a smile as mean so reassure him that she neither wanted to harm in any way nor was she in the condition to either. Stepping away from the wall, the woman would then glance around , a frown soon presenting itself across delicate features before she once more began speaking.

"No use standing around. We should get out of here and try and get to the nearest place so that we can get out of here.."

[member="Solan Charr"]
 
[member="Deneve Verd"]

He held the saber as her first statement came across but it wasn't until she stated her name that the saber retreated into its hilt. His eyes looked at her for a few long seconds though while she chose to talk and rest against the wall. He was in no state to pester about what she had even been doing on a passenger ship, and in all honesty, there was little he could say or do that would really matter much in the end considering the situation. So he simply stored the saber back on his belt and looked at his leg, its shape having returned to normal but in no way was it fixed.

"Well, a pleasure to meet you. Normally this would be where i compliment your features but right now i am in far too much pain to care about that at the moment. Good to see a Verd though, makes me far less worried about the situation considering who the head of your clan is... on that note. I assume you are a daughter of Isley's? Or just a niece or something, you are too young to be a sibling or his wife."

Solan's body was already turning to make for the exit of the ship, not sure where they were and needing to know that fact first before he can make a plan for getting back to his own home. He was definitely going to go on a vacation to Nar'Shadaa after this.

"You wouldn't happen to have booze or painkillers on you? Or hell, just basic supplies like water?"
 

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