Your Life Is Now The Prize Which You Must Earn

[Connor Harrison]

Andui Outskirts
Takodana, Tashtor Sector​

Sent to a Mid-Rim planet with little intel and little knowledge of what resided there in the city of Andui? Yeah, great idea to the Commanders of the White Wolves. God, he missed Ricochet’s logical thinking. Just a Captain, Kyle Amedis followed the order in best interest for the First Order and their iron fist reaching out to ensnare the galaxy in a mighty grip.

The interest on the lush world of Takodana was more as a military establishment, but they had under-estimated the ones operating out of the Andui and dropped the transport right in the middle of it. Pirates and bounty hunters had established the city as a base of operations, a rogue’s gallery of beings who just about stayed on the right side of the fence not to draw attention to themselves.

So when a First Order troop transport cuts across the sky, what better way to welcome them than a surface to air missile that takes down said transport into the wild outskirts. It was pretty enough, but right now that beauty didn't matter.

Fast forward a hectic, painful and violent clash at the burning crash site, the troops were killed. Those that weren’t killed, ran for survival. Kyle one of them. Thankfully a few hunters had been taken out, but this? This was a cock-up of the highest standard, and he would find who sanctioned such a visit from the Order and see they paid the price.

Right now, the white armour a dot in the overgrow that crept up from Andui, Kyle clawed his way up and over in a large thick patch of orange bracken, looking down at the smoking crash site down below, the city further in the distance by the large lake that surrounded it.

Lying back as the pain shot up inside him, he gasped under the dirt helmet and arched his body – he’d been hit, or stabbed, or something – and it was right where no armour was plated; across his hip, and it felt like it had gone up to his belly, whatever the hell it was.

The breathing was heavy through the helmet, his grip on the E11 tight. He’d just wait, a little longer, and make the call to the small fleet above once he was out of harm’s way.

[member="Asha Hex"]

 

[Lief]

Asha loved adventure.

The Galaxy was vast, it felt unending, and she vowed to visit every world at least once before she died. She already had quite the impressive list, but it was nowhere near complete. Still, she and her Father wandered from planet to planet, calling none of them home, and enjoying their respective starships. Asha's, The Prophet, had been a gift. One she was struggling to make the best use of, though. Her crash course in piloting had ended as badly as it sounded, with Father and daughter being shot from the air. Jericho had a bad track record where ships were concerned.

Still, she proved not to have the dodgy Hex gene. She'd been running in The Prophet for several months now, and it had sustained exactly zero damage. The mileage would be ridiculous, though, if there was a way to even check for such a thing. She never stuck to one place for very long.

Enter Takodana.

A planet speckled with ruins, a remnant of an era long since passed. Jedi and Sith had fought here, it was for all intents and purposes a Force User playground, highly contested. Or it had been. These days the world was much more peaceful.

Or so she had been told.

What she hadn't expected was to walk into a literal battleground. The people of Takodana were resisting the looming threat of the First Order. Asha wasn't so sure who was winning, all she knew was that the casualty count was high. She was trained in first aid, she had a little experience with self-healing, and she'd forced herself to learn a few odd methods to try and help out where she could. But this was far beyond her capabilities.

In the distance she watched as yet another ship was shot from the air. The smoke trail hung heavy in the sky, and despite knowing it was a foolish thing to do, despite it going against her better judgement, Asha walked toward it anyway. Well, more like ran. There was no one out here on the outskirts of the great City. At least, nobody who noticed the small girl who fled through the tall grass frantic with worry.

She didn't care whose ship had fallen. She didn't care whether they were Takodanan or Imperial.

All she knew that the Force had cried out, lives had been snuffed, and Asha felt duty bound to search for survivors.

[member="Kyle Amedis"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kyle manged to walk a short distance before finding it too painful – whatever had got him was still there; it was almost burning him and it hurt too much to move. Winding down, he found a nice hollowed out hill, surrounded by orange bracken, and nestled in. Here he was sheltered from above, slightly, due to the overhang, and could see the city far below to the right, the water calm to the left.

He brought his arm up. ”This is Amedis, we need evac and medics to the city, at once! One big balls up here thanks to bad intel.”

The com clicked off in his wrist armour, and he held the E11 with his right hand and looked out for any stragglers. He was a sitting duck pretty much if found, but would be worth so much more as a prisoner of war than a dead shrine.

The helmet was pulled off, the sweat matting his brown hair down and forcing him to blink to adjust to the natural light. Sitting in an incline in First Order armour wasn’t the most comfortable at best, and he pressed his hand on the wound, making him bite his lip and pray to the skies above that the Fleet would send something to help them – the problem was, were they as expendable as he’d always imagined?

[member="Asha Hex"]

 

[Lief]

Beautiful fields of green had been trampled by the resistance, in the distance a fire seemed to burn at the crashsite, no doubt igniting dry brush and the small trees which dotted the landscape.

Asha could not help but stare, rooted in place for a moment when she made her way to the top of the hill and saw the flatland it yielded. She could feel the death, feel the misery and the darkness it brought with it. But there was more.

A slight twinkle of hope. Not light, not even really shining. But present. Asha had only ever tracked Force Users before, and they were like beacons once you had their aura. This was no beacon, but it was definitely a sentient.

But she could see nothing save the destruction, bodies which had been flung from the fallen craft. That was, until a bit of white seemed to rise ever so slightly into the air before disappearing; Asha carefully made her way closer, and with each step she could make out more of the fallen man.

Though he had no helmet now, no doubt that was what she had seen in the first place, she could tell even from a distance that he was a stormtrooper. That made him one of the antagonists, and not part of the resistance. Had she been anyone else in the Galaxy, she might have approached with anger and vile intent.

Instead she cautiously neared him.

"I'm here to help; Are you injured?"

First port of call, make sure that he knew she wasn't aggressive. Second port of call, make sure he was aware of his surroundings. Third port of call, gauge the severity of the situation.

[member="Kyle Amedis"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Unaware if it was the injury or exhaustion creeping in, Kyle heard the voice long before he saw her approach. However he was still able to fumble in the dirt for his E-11 and raise it with two hands, suddenly wincing as he forget and stretched over, tearing the wound a little more.

He seethed and lay back, fingers digging into his side and, curling up slightly.

”Well WHAT do you think!” Kyle shouted out, not looking at her.

Groaning, he rolled back over to look at her; some native, possibly a villager, definitely someone to finish the job. He took the E-11 in hand but found it a little harder to hold in the one hand.

”If you’re going to do it, do it fast before I finish you off.”

It was harder to breathe now without hurting due to the moving muscles in his torso. Whatever had shot or stabbed him had done a good job of it.

[member="Asha Hex"]