The long Road of Redemption [All them Lightside crew]

[Atlas Kane]

Med-bay, Unknown Ship
Finally. He had woken up. Something had happened before, though he could not remember. The only thing he knew was that someone had knocked him out. From there on, nothing. Now he was somewhere. He could hear the gentle droning of a ship engine. He opened his eyes. The intense gleaming of lights blinded him for a moment, so he moved his hand up to shield his eyes. Good, he still had control of his body. He could still move it. Then, slowly, his eyes adjusted to what was around him. It was a Med-bay. He didn’t recognize what ship it was from, but it was certainly not his. No one else seemed to be here and no one seemed to be guarding this place, so he decided to stand up. Though as soon as he did, the doors shot open and a man in a white coat came storming in. ‘’You’re finally awake! Good. How do you feel, sir? Uhm, I need to ask you to keep lying.’’ his voice started to have a slight hint of fear in it ‘’Sir? Could you please sit back down?’’ then it became more apparent ‘’Sir, please!’’ His voice was filled with fear. Something in the eyes of the man who had woken up had scared him. It had deeply terrified him. What was that thing? The sudden sound of a bone breaking, followed up by the sound of a body hitting the cold, metal floor interrupted the atmosphere in the room. The man who had woken up left out the door of the Med-bay, the man who had come in was lying around, on the floor.

‘’Our patient has attacked his assigned doctor. All security guards look for the man. No lethal force allowed as of yet, but if he makes any trouble, shoot him.’’ The man’s voice could be heard throughout the ship. The escapee didn’t listen though. He had only one thing in mind. Escape. He wanted off this ship and back into freedom, back to doing what he had been doing before, or at least, back to finding out what he was doing before. The man made his way through the empty corridors of the ship. He didn’t know where to go, or where to look for a way out of this situation, he only knew that he had to continue moving and hoping that he would soon find a way of escaping the ship.

Footsteps were growing louder. Those were footsteps of strong leather hitting a metal floor over and over again in a rhythmic pace. It grew louder and louder, until it was stopped and replaced by a sudden outcry of surprise, followed by a cry of pain and then by the sound of a body hitting a metal floor. Then a couple more footsteps could be heard. It were those of a man walking around on quiet bare feet.

A while later the escapee found a place called ‘Storage’. Maybe he could find the things that had been taken from him here? He moved to the door as quickly and quietly as he could, then a short ‘swish’ made by the door and he was in. A couple of seconds of walking around and he found what he was looking for. A pair of trousers, an object that looked like the hilt of a sword, shoulder guards, a piece of blue cloth and a hairband all stored on top of a small crate that was standing near the middle of the room. The man quickly changed from his current clothes, which consisted of a simple white tunic, white pants and a belt made of a single woven string to keep the bottom part of the tunic and the pants in place. He put the things on the crate and instead put on the clothes that had been lying around there. He had instinctively known those were him. The connection he had felt to those objects was a deep connection, one that could have only been established by having some history with those objects and now they were back in his possession. He hoped the rest of his memories would follow soon.

Spoiler

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An escape pod had landed somewhere on a world that looked very similar to Kashyyyk. It had crashed in some of the deeper parts of the jungle, where almost no one lives except for maybe a couple Wookies or Jungle creatures. The escape pod had sent a distress call when it was launched and it had sent one after it had hit the ground. Someone must have escaped from some crashing or exploding ship. Or there was a completely other reason as to why it had crashed here. Whatever reason it was, the person who is most likely inside the pod needs help. That was the most important thing at the moment.

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Talon Vosra"] @[member="Ilias Nytrau"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen was in the middle of a simple mission when a bark went off by his ear. "What is it boy?" Turning his head to follow Ace's pointing tail. "Oh, that." He watched the falling pod until it crashed into the shadowlands, disappearing from view. After a short conversation with a Wookie chieftain, the lad grabbed a nearby vine and started his descent, going into the direction of the crashed ship. He had no idea what he was in for, but something like this was bound to be interesting. @[member="Hayato"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Hayato"] @[member="Ilias Nytrau"]

Talon raced down the corridor of the Repiblic cruiser. They had taken great pains to try and help Hayato only to have him slip away durimg a guard change. Talon's bare feet slapped the durasteel as he ran to the escape pods.

"Too late." He said as the pod streaked away.

His brown and tan robes billowed as he slid to a stop infront of the adjacent escape pod and copied the trajectory. There was no time to lose. The former Jedi could be helped and Talon was not about to sit back while a good heart was slowl consumed by Darkness.

He checked his twin lightsabers on his hilt and launched the second escape pod. He only hoped it he could help without violence. There had been enough of that for everyone.

 

[Revenchent]

"You know, Cal'buir, I always wanted to visit kah-shi-k. That how it's pronounced?"

"Figure you have to hyphenate less, Sarge."

"I figure it sounds how I want it to sound."

"I figure you boys need to lock it down and listen."

Calico stared at the four matte-black armored Commandos. Sigma Squad, his favorite boys, had been recalled from Atrisian space for this. One, because Calico wanted to give them a break and spoil them like the rest of his Commandos, and two, to help recover a Templar. Normally they would have simply sent Templars to save other Templars, but Calico was close, and Sigma was on the loop-around anyway. It didn't hurt that this have Galaar a bit of a break with his job of advising Sigma back on Atrisia.

The four Commandos would be deploying with Calico to find Hayato, subdue him, and haul him back to Zenith Prime. No one could escape the fortress world, and it would be familiar for Hayato. After all, he and Calico had met there.

The LAAT they skirted over the trees in was an old model with the aesthetics of its clone wars predecessor. Nothing fancy today. It hovered a few meters off the forest floor, half a click away from the escape pod.

"Alright Sigma. As you know, we're recovering a special breed of bathrobe today, a Templar." A snicker from Toph, Sigma's Sergeant made him pause for a moment. His name is Hayato. Our friend is likely armed with a pointy item, unarmored, and is, perhaps, a bit delirious."

"And you want him tagged, right? Not bagged?" Kix cut in, head tilted to the side.

"Correct. Keep it clean. His force powers won't work on you but he can and will throw rocks at you. Now, lock it down, we're dropping."

The LAAT's doors hissed open, and the five soldiers rappelled down to the forest floor, weapons set to stun. They began to make their way toward the pod; the five of them difficult to see or track in the shadowy forest.


@[member="Talon Vosra"]@Vulpesen@Hayato

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

@[member="Hayato"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Talon Vosra"] @[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

Jungles, the ancient found, were often quite acceptable settings for engaging in prolonged, deep meditations, and meditations, out of centuries of knowledge and first-hand experience, were something that he had a deep affinity for. His reach with these meditations was far and wide, the depth of focus and detail astounding. The modest boulder upon which he sat, for example, could be noted down to its beginnings, postulated as to when and where and by what mechanism it had come to be in this very spot, amongst the abundant detritus and living vegetation of various shapes and sizes, unmoved by the native wildlife.

If there were wookiees, they seemed to pay him no heed. In a way, he blended in to the energies of the jungle. It could be said that in these meditations he, on the level of the Force, was nigh indistinguishable from the jungle itself but for the most keen, discerning ‘eye’, but the truth of that was called into question when there was no-one around to confirm it as fact. If a tree falls in the forest, and there is no-one around to hear it… well, you get the picture. Of course, to counter this perfection of the silent jungle, there was always a particular fact of life that imposed itself on his ways - change. For example, a sound that he was in the jungle to hear. The presence of non-native flora or fauna. The occurrence of a minor event. Or a major one.

All three came in quick succession. An event, creating a noise, bringing further intruders beyond the event itself to the ecosystem. Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the lead pipe. He noted the first escape pod and its speed and trajectory as it entered the atmosphere and plummeted to the earth; there was the team of Mandalorian commandos by the mixture of their armor and biosigns, and one force user of… light-side alignment already planetside. There was too much at work already for all these variables to be merely coincidental in their presence, here. If he had to make an educated guess, they were after the contents of the escape pod… yet another force adept of a insignificantly less 'pure' persuasion.

Then, another escape pod broke the atmosphere and upon discerning its speed and trajectory, the contents caused his eyes to slowly open, the connection fostered by his meditations unbroken. For the nature of their connection to the Force, he gauged all three adepts at the level of knight, two of the light, one otherwise, which was a definite sign that… but time and motion stopped for no-one, not even his Force-enabled observations. The first pod slammed into the earth, sending a minor wave of force through the air, and a sharp rumble through the ground as it made contact with the earth some… five hundred metres east of the position of the ginger-haired master. He slipped calmly off the rock, and took three steps out from it. Breathe in, breathe out.

Then the second pod impacted the planet approximately three hundred and fifty metres to the northwest, and the eyes of the hybrid snapped to the east, his analysis complete merely one scant minute from the moment the first escape pod broke the atmosphere. His body followed the direction of his gaze in a sudden, Force-imbued flash of movement that increased velocity with each foot-plant that hit the earth, his consciousness and senses cycling through checks on the movements of the other beings present as he as he moved to close in on the target.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Boom. The impact shook everything inside the small capsule. Then a hiss, followed by a creaking. Then a blinding light. The man inside the shuttle stumbled out. His eyes had to adjust to the new light that shone through a small opening in the tree tops that let the sun in. Where was he. It was definitely a jungle. What planet could this be ... Kashyyyk? Maybe, but maybe Dagobah, no, not enough swamps and mists. He'd have to figure it out later on. It was now important that he found some way back to civilization. Some way to get off the planet. He looked around, nothing. Only trees, trees and more trees. Then some creature stepped out of the shadows. It was pretty large, one or two heads larger than the man and it had a lot of hair. It approached the man cautiously. ''Creature, tell me, what's the way to the closest city?'' The creature just let out some wild yell. Was that supposed to be some form of language? Pathetic, that creature isn't even sentient. Then the creature started to get lifted off the ground. At first a couple inches, then a foot, then a couple and finally, it smashed into a tree. It let out a cry of pain and the man moved closer.

@[member="Ilias Nytrau"] @[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] @[member="Talon Vosra"] @[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's feet carried him from branch to branch. It was fun to be a jedi. Especially fun when you got to swing on the vines of Kashyyyk like some kind of miniature wookie. The force quickened his legs, stronger than usual due to the fact that he was basically bathing in the pure energy of the living force.

As he finally reached the crash site, he arrived just in time to see @[member="Hayato"], closing in on a weakened wookie. "I'm gonna have to ask you to stop right there." He leaped from his branch and landed in front of the rogue, keeping his hand near his lightsaber, just in case. "When a person drops by, its generally considered impolite to attack your host."

@[member="Hayato"] @Ilias Nytrau @Calico Tal'Verda @Talon Vosra

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Ilias Nytrau"] @[member="Hayato"]

Talon's pod crashed down 360 meters north west of Hayato's pod and slid another ten meters before restong beside a huge tree. Talon could already feel the vibrance of the force here among the verdant forest paradise. Talon had a connection with plants after a fashion. He was infact a botanical lifeform and had as much in common with these trees as he did with any human.

He pushed aside the heavy door and quickly climbed out of the pod. His brown robes blended nicely with the thick forest as he stepped out and onto the soft forest floor.

Leaves padded the ground beneath his bare feet and he looked for the other pod. He felt the lightsabers on his utility belt but left them where they were. That woild be a last resort and nothing more.

He looked toward the other crash sight and felt the presence of other force signatures.

"Well here goes." He said as he called on the force for speed. He could loose no time Hayato had to be apprehended for his own safety and that of others.

 

[Revenchent]

Sigma was, as usual during an assignment, quiet. They could speak freely in their helmets, instinct made them silent. The squad of matte black soldiers stalked up a few meters from the crashed escape pod. They sighted @[member="Hayato"], and what looked to be a Jedi speaking to him. Their DC-17s raised without a sound.

"Hold...be ready to secure. Bathrobe is one of ours." Calico mumbled quietly through his helmet comm link, his own rifle raising to train on Hayato's midriff.

They would give the Jedi his moment before taking any action.