Home. After many long years the sight filled Harbingers optics for the first time since he'd been set free. From where he stood to the horizon there was a sea of wreckage, forming islands of rust in the toxic waters. Such a place was soothing to the shard, reminding him of what came at the end of all conflict, and the mark it left on a world. Heavy footfalls carried him upwards, striding along what was left of a well scavenged CR-90 Corvette. Even this great rusting behemoth of steel was dwarfed by others in the distance. Each more damaged and destroyed than the last. But it was a place that helped the shard come to terms with his own mechanical symbiosis. These tools of organic beings had been cared for once, cherished in some cases more than the lives of their pilots, and here they now lay. Long after the organics who loved them had passed from the living world, leaving their possessions behind, the memories and feelings held only by silent steel. A comforting thought to a shard who knew full well, that should he ever pass from this world into the force itself, his droid body would remember all that had happened to him. "More should be so lucky... To have someone to chronicle their lives" he mused to himself, running a hand across his metal chest where the droids memory core lay protected within. His own personal archive, His only legacy.
Reaching the bow of the great leviathan of jagged broken steel, Harbinger smashed out what remained of the cockpits glass and lowered himself inside. The angle the ship was resting would've made it difficult for an organic to traverse its corridors, not that any sane creature would venture into the noxious fumes of this toxic swampland. He wasn't as much searching for anything in particular as her was simply exploring. In the weeks that he'd been on world, he'd done this every day. Chosen a ship from the thousands upon the worlds surface, and explored them. It gave him time to think, find peace with himself and more often than not, a chance to reflect and reach out to the force itself. It was something he did in vain most days, having not truly felt comfortable with himself or the force in a very long time, least of all since his fall at the hands of what he called the "Old Empire". Being in the running to be chosen as an inquisitor was well and good, but he'd yet to take the revenge he sought more than anything in his long life to this point.
While lost in thought, his footfalls became less thunderous in the cavernous ship as he made his way into the main lounge behind the cockpit. It was largely as it had been left by its previous owners, and that thrilled the shard. He stepped into the middle of the vessel and looked up towards the light streaming in from the roiling clouds above. "So much damage... Their last moments were terror" he said with a glance at the blaster scorch marks and signs of battle around him. Overturned tables, chairs thrown aside in the flight from those who had tried to take this vessel by force. Walking about the room he glanced down the corridor towards where the escape pods lay, Light reflecting off the fading paint inside the ship made patterns and glimmers dance around the darkness. "Well, at least they managed to escape" He turned from the sights of what he'd assumed a pirate attack and began to explore the quarters. Much of their personal wares had long been rifled through by previous looters, those who didn't care about the circumstances that lead the great ship to rest here. Only what profit could be made off the dead or those who'd been forced to flee.
Surprisingly to the shard, there were no bodies, nor signs there had been any thus far. Items of clothing and trinkets were tossed over bunks and across the floors in all the rooms he looked into, his scanners taking stock of what lay before him before carrying onwards. The last room, seemed larger, and its door was sealed. With the piece of steel he'd been using as a walking staff, the shard made short work of the door. The metal hissing and screeching as it was forced open against its rusted frame and shoved aside into the wall where it belonged. Before him was a single body. A human skeleton, clad in a republic uniform. A blaster had long fallen from the fingers of bone now unable to clutch it. Beside that was a datapad that seemed intact. Stepping into the room the large frame of the shard's droid frame settled down onto the floor beside its former resident and took up the pad. Using his cloak to clear the decades of dust from its screen, he used a cable from his forearm to power and access the information inside "Now my friend... Who were you?"
Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
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The tang of iron filled his nose. He wasn't sure if it was rust he was smelling... or blood.
Rising with a groan, Zasabi put an unsteady hand down to support himself. He felt hot all over, like he had fallen asleep in a sauna. As the fog in his mind cleared, his vision followed suit and he came to realize that he was surrounded by the fluttering flames of a ship-board fire. It wasn't spreading, but it wasn't going out either, and the deck under his hands was slowly starting to turn a cherry red.
He forced himself to his feet, trying to take in his surroundings. He was standing in front of the escape pod doors, or what was left of them. The crash had evidently forced the back of the pod through the front. A chill ran through him- had he actually made it into the pod, he would be no more than a bloody hash.
The terminal beside it flickered to life, the ship's power core evidently still running enough power to keep it active. Stumbling over, Zasabi directed a clumsy finger at the screen, missing his target the first couple of times before he was able to steady himself enough to pull up the damage reports.
He had crashed about half an hour ago. Even before he had crashed, the damage to the ship had been substantial- he was lucky the core hadn't gone critical. Thankfully, it had followed it's emergency protocols and slipped into a limited power state, just enough to power life support and the ship's terminals. He was in no danger of suddenly being engulfed by an explosion, at least.
Pulling out a canister of flame retardant, he began to beat back the fire in his immediate area. If he wasn't going to die this instant, then he needed to get as many resources as possible from the ship before leaving to figure out where he was. The cockpit was utterly crushed, leaving him without navigational information. He would just have to hope that he could figure out a ride off of this planet and to somewhere more civilized- a populated planet would have reacted to his crash by now, after all.
His quarters had fared well enough, all things considered. Pulling open the dented storage locker door, he peered inside. Rations, some medical supplies, a blaster pistol. All fairly basic equipment for him. He snagged his heavy duster, begrudging the weight and heat for it's added protection and storage capacity. Composite ceramic plating wasn't cheap, but it would take a blaster bolt or two before cracking, and that was worth it's weight in credit chits.
Slipping the supplies into the deep pockets of the coat, he ransacked the rest of the room. There wasn't much- he traveled light now, the only equipment he took with him being his collection of faked identifications for whichever part of the universe he found himself in next. The panel they were hidden behind refused to open regardless of how hard he pushed the analog button hidden along the edge of his bunk. He'd need to break into it, and his bare hands wouldn't cut it.
Reaching into his pillow, he snuck a hand inside of the foam core and pulled it open. Inside of the hollow space were a pair of lightsabers, the hard shell within molded around them snugly to prevent movement and accidental activation. Pulling one out, he ignited the pure white blade and slipped it gingerly into the panel, relying on his memory of the space to hopefully avoid the IDs.
After cutting as much as he dared, he pulled out a prybar from a nearby emergency station. Jamming it into the cherry red edges of the panel and pulling hard, it popped off onto the bunk, the sheets immediately catching flame. At least they were cheap sheets, he consoled himself.
Reaching carefully into the space, he pulled out the small box with his IDs and began to empty it into his duster pockets. The less he carried on his person, the faster he could get away from the crash and anyone who might come looking for him.
Coughing, he realized the smoke was finally getting to him now that he was on his feet again. Unconscious and on the ground, he had remained under it enough to avoid inhaling too much, but now that he had been up and about the caustic fumes had done a number on his lungs. Had his adrenaline not been pumping, he might not have made it, but had his heart not been roaring in his ears, he might have noticed it sooner.
Stumbling to the entry hatch, he hit the emergency open button and looked away as steam vented sharply all around him, the hatch dropping maybe a meter before jamming up on something. He let loose with a kick, shaking it enough for the hatch to drop the rest of the way, and rolled out of the ship.
Jagged metal met his duster and left him cursing but uninjured. Rising out of his roll into an unsteady jog, he tried to find a relatively smooth patch of whatever this grey landscape was to collapse. Within a moment, his body decided that the bit of ground before him was good enough and immediately gave out on him, splaying him across the hard ground and throwing him into darkness once again.
Heat. The taste of iron- this time definitely a bloodied lip. The smell of it too, curiously. Where was he?
The darkness receded as he came up to his knees. The fall had aggravated the concussion he clearly had from the crash, but it would take more than even stone to knock him out a second time. It was no surprise, then, that he found himself on the metal hull of another ship.
Looking around, he finally began to make sense of where he was. His burning ship lay behind him, a wreck that had made it's home atop another, much larger wreck.
"How the blazes did I land on a star destroyer?" he slurred, one hand coming up to touch a forehead slicked with blood. Looking out over a field of jagged shapes and rusty hulks, Zasabi found a more pertinent question.
"Where am I?"
Rising with a groan, Zasabi put an unsteady hand down to support himself. He felt hot all over, like he had fallen asleep in a sauna. As the fog in his mind cleared, his vision followed suit and he came to realize that he was surrounded by the fluttering flames of a ship-board fire. It wasn't spreading, but it wasn't going out either, and the deck under his hands was slowly starting to turn a cherry red.
He forced himself to his feet, trying to take in his surroundings. He was standing in front of the escape pod doors, or what was left of them. The crash had evidently forced the back of the pod through the front. A chill ran through him- had he actually made it into the pod, he would be no more than a bloody hash.
The terminal beside it flickered to life, the ship's power core evidently still running enough power to keep it active. Stumbling over, Zasabi directed a clumsy finger at the screen, missing his target the first couple of times before he was able to steady himself enough to pull up the damage reports.
He had crashed about half an hour ago. Even before he had crashed, the damage to the ship had been substantial- he was lucky the core hadn't gone critical. Thankfully, it had followed it's emergency protocols and slipped into a limited power state, just enough to power life support and the ship's terminals. He was in no danger of suddenly being engulfed by an explosion, at least.
Pulling out a canister of flame retardant, he began to beat back the fire in his immediate area. If he wasn't going to die this instant, then he needed to get as many resources as possible from the ship before leaving to figure out where he was. The cockpit was utterly crushed, leaving him without navigational information. He would just have to hope that he could figure out a ride off of this planet and to somewhere more civilized- a populated planet would have reacted to his crash by now, after all.
His quarters had fared well enough, all things considered. Pulling open the dented storage locker door, he peered inside. Rations, some medical supplies, a blaster pistol. All fairly basic equipment for him. He snagged his heavy duster, begrudging the weight and heat for it's added protection and storage capacity. Composite ceramic plating wasn't cheap, but it would take a blaster bolt or two before cracking, and that was worth it's weight in credit chits.
Slipping the supplies into the deep pockets of the coat, he ransacked the rest of the room. There wasn't much- he traveled light now, the only equipment he took with him being his collection of faked identifications for whichever part of the universe he found himself in next. The panel they were hidden behind refused to open regardless of how hard he pushed the analog button hidden along the edge of his bunk. He'd need to break into it, and his bare hands wouldn't cut it.
Reaching into his pillow, he snuck a hand inside of the foam core and pulled it open. Inside of the hollow space were a pair of lightsabers, the hard shell within molded around them snugly to prevent movement and accidental activation. Pulling one out, he ignited the pure white blade and slipped it gingerly into the panel, relying on his memory of the space to hopefully avoid the IDs.
After cutting as much as he dared, he pulled out a prybar from a nearby emergency station. Jamming it into the cherry red edges of the panel and pulling hard, it popped off onto the bunk, the sheets immediately catching flame. At least they were cheap sheets, he consoled himself.
Reaching carefully into the space, he pulled out the small box with his IDs and began to empty it into his duster pockets. The less he carried on his person, the faster he could get away from the crash and anyone who might come looking for him.
Coughing, he realized the smoke was finally getting to him now that he was on his feet again. Unconscious and on the ground, he had remained under it enough to avoid inhaling too much, but now that he had been up and about the caustic fumes had done a number on his lungs. Had his adrenaline not been pumping, he might not have made it, but had his heart not been roaring in his ears, he might have noticed it sooner.
Stumbling to the entry hatch, he hit the emergency open button and looked away as steam vented sharply all around him, the hatch dropping maybe a meter before jamming up on something. He let loose with a kick, shaking it enough for the hatch to drop the rest of the way, and rolled out of the ship.
Jagged metal met his duster and left him cursing but uninjured. Rising out of his roll into an unsteady jog, he tried to find a relatively smooth patch of whatever this grey landscape was to collapse. Within a moment, his body decided that the bit of ground before him was good enough and immediately gave out on him, splaying him across the hard ground and throwing him into darkness once again.
Heat. The taste of iron- this time definitely a bloodied lip. The smell of it too, curiously. Where was he?
The darkness receded as he came up to his knees. The fall had aggravated the concussion he clearly had from the crash, but it would take more than even stone to knock him out a second time. It was no surprise, then, that he found himself on the metal hull of another ship.
Looking around, he finally began to make sense of where he was. His burning ship lay behind him, a wreck that had made it's home atop another, much larger wreck.
"How the blazes did I land on a star destroyer?" he slurred, one hand coming up to touch a forehead slicked with blood. Looking out over a field of jagged shapes and rusty hulks, Zasabi found a more pertinent question.
"Where am I?"
Re: Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
Another day, another hulk to explore. It had been as the day before and the one before that. Peace and calm on this dead world filled with the bones of industry and war. Nothing much ever happened on Raxis and Harbinger knew it well. So the sight of smoke on the horizon was an occasion that caught his interest quite quickly as he exited the home he'd made for himself in a bulk freighter. One of the few ships that was upright and on its own landing gear, parked atop another larger ship sinking into the mud of course, it was rare to see the actual ground on Raxis anyway.
"Well now... That can't be good" He mused to himself as he climbed onto an imperial speeder bike he'd hauled from another wrecked vessel and managed to cobble back into working order. He'd fashioned a sort of cargo trailer behind it out of spare parts from other cast off goods, enough to make the large flat trailer float along behind him mostly at level flight for the goods he scavenged from the ships all around him.
Leaving his makeshift home, he took off towards the only point of land on the planet he'd found and his reason for choosing this part of the rusting world to make his home. He was able to land his ship there without much hassle. Parking the speeder, he climbed aboard the small freighter and made all the pre-flight checks needed before taking off towards the smoke on the horizon. In mere moments he was hovering over the crash sight and surveying the damage. What ever that ship had been before the crash, it was mostly unrecognizable now. Scanning for signs of life all he could come up with a single faint signature, and that one he didn't get a visual on until the wash from his engines blew the smoke away from the hulk as it lay burning and sinking deeper into the crumbling star destroyer.
Setting down his ship a ways off he lowered the board ramp and set down from his ship towards the organic laying face down upon the rusting armor plates streaked with Imperial gray. Now with a closer look he could see that the organic in question was human, and was injured. Walking towards him slowly, as his tattered cloak whipped in the wash from his ships engines around his scratched and battle worn chasis, he extended a hand towards the human.
"You've seen better days my friend. Lets get you on your feet before the fire spreads" he said with his emotionless steel features, his glowing red optics gazing down upon the human before him as he searched the area for active and working electronics, hoping they may lead him to more survivors "Were you alone? Are you the only survivor?"
"Well now... That can't be good" He mused to himself as he climbed onto an imperial speeder bike he'd hauled from another wrecked vessel and managed to cobble back into working order. He'd fashioned a sort of cargo trailer behind it out of spare parts from other cast off goods, enough to make the large flat trailer float along behind him mostly at level flight for the goods he scavenged from the ships all around him.
Leaving his makeshift home, he took off towards the only point of land on the planet he'd found and his reason for choosing this part of the rusting world to make his home. He was able to land his ship there without much hassle. Parking the speeder, he climbed aboard the small freighter and made all the pre-flight checks needed before taking off towards the smoke on the horizon. In mere moments he was hovering over the crash sight and surveying the damage. What ever that ship had been before the crash, it was mostly unrecognizable now. Scanning for signs of life all he could come up with a single faint signature, and that one he didn't get a visual on until the wash from his engines blew the smoke away from the hulk as it lay burning and sinking deeper into the crumbling star destroyer.
Setting down his ship a ways off he lowered the board ramp and set down from his ship towards the organic laying face down upon the rusting armor plates streaked with Imperial gray. Now with a closer look he could see that the organic in question was human, and was injured. Walking towards him slowly, as his tattered cloak whipped in the wash from his ships engines around his scratched and battle worn chasis, he extended a hand towards the human.
"You've seen better days my friend. Lets get you on your feet before the fire spreads" he said with his emotionless steel features, his glowing red optics gazing down upon the human before him as he searched the area for active and working electronics, hoping they may lead him to more survivors "Were you alone? Are you the only survivor?"
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Re: Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
Zasabi couldn't help but chuckle as a droid began to help him to his feet. "How is the fire gonna spread?" he asked woozily. "We're on durasteel. It's not like it's flammable."
Something about the droid seemed off. It took him some time, but Zasabi's savior had what seemed like more of a personality than most droids, much like the droids that Zasabi himself had under his employ. How long had this droid been without a memory wipe?
"I was the only pilot," the Theelin replied as his eyes began to sharpen once again on his surroundings. His vision was unstable, blurring and focusing seemingly at random, but he was well enough to walk on his own two feet for now.
"I'm not likely to be alone for long," he commented aloud as his memory caught up with him. He hadn't crashed for no reason, and after half an hour or more it was likely that his pursuers would have figured out roughly where he had landed. "We shouldn't be here when they arrive. I don't suppose you've got a bolthole I can hide in for a short while?"
Something about the droid seemed off. It took him some time, but Zasabi's savior had what seemed like more of a personality than most droids, much like the droids that Zasabi himself had under his employ. How long had this droid been without a memory wipe?
"I was the only pilot," the Theelin replied as his eyes began to sharpen once again on his surroundings. His vision was unstable, blurring and focusing seemingly at random, but he was well enough to walk on his own two feet for now.
"I'm not likely to be alone for long," he commented aloud as his memory caught up with him. He hadn't crashed for no reason, and after half an hour or more it was likely that his pursuers would have figured out roughly where he had landed. "We shouldn't be here when they arrive. I don't suppose you've got a bolthole I can hide in for a short while?"
Re: Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
It didn't take long to get the organic to his feet and stable on the sloping deck of the downed star destroyer. Harbinger hadn't been in this part of the scrap field around his home, but if they had company coming, he was surely going to get this fellow to a safe place.
"Don't worry to much friend, I've got a place nearby" he said as he supported the organic and helped him walk towards the boarding ramp of his ship. As they walked, the decking began to creak and heave up beneath their feet. The smoldering wreck of his ship sinking further into the hulk of the destroyer before it dropped through the hole it had punched into its surface to be swallowed by the grey warmachine.
"Get comfortable. There's a medical pack on the wall there beside your seat, I'll get us to safety" the droid said as he began to raise the ramp and get the ship into the air. The journey back to his makeshift home was silent, the droid seemingly having shut off once it sat down in the pilots chair. Although the ship still flew and moved precisely as it should.
"Should we expect armed intruders? Other spacecraft tracking you to this location?" rang the droids voice through the ship as it was coming in for a landing, still the droid did not move until they'd come to a stop underneath the exposed hull of another ship. With partial cover, the droid finally came back to life and stood "Quickly, before someone gets the bright idea to scan for lifeforms" he said as he opened up the boarding ramp once more.
The droids home was the ruined interior of a large freighter. Salvage and scrap was laid about neatly in collections. Some looked to be in salvageable condition, others were piles of parts, still more were precious metals used in star ship creation. All looked ready for transport offworld. As they walked, lights started to come on around them as the droid waved its hand. A screen lighting up at the end of the cargo hold showed a feed of several camera's that scanned the area and skies around them.
"In the months i've been here, Not one organic has even come here, let alone crashed. Whats got you on the run so deep into the rim you crash on Raxis?"
"Don't worry to much friend, I've got a place nearby" he said as he supported the organic and helped him walk towards the boarding ramp of his ship. As they walked, the decking began to creak and heave up beneath their feet. The smoldering wreck of his ship sinking further into the hulk of the destroyer before it dropped through the hole it had punched into its surface to be swallowed by the grey warmachine.
"Get comfortable. There's a medical pack on the wall there beside your seat, I'll get us to safety" the droid said as he began to raise the ramp and get the ship into the air. The journey back to his makeshift home was silent, the droid seemingly having shut off once it sat down in the pilots chair. Although the ship still flew and moved precisely as it should.
"Should we expect armed intruders? Other spacecraft tracking you to this location?" rang the droids voice through the ship as it was coming in for a landing, still the droid did not move until they'd come to a stop underneath the exposed hull of another ship. With partial cover, the droid finally came back to life and stood "Quickly, before someone gets the bright idea to scan for lifeforms" he said as he opened up the boarding ramp once more.
The droids home was the ruined interior of a large freighter. Salvage and scrap was laid about neatly in collections. Some looked to be in salvageable condition, others were piles of parts, still more were precious metals used in star ship creation. All looked ready for transport offworld. As they walked, lights started to come on around them as the droid waved its hand. A screen lighting up at the end of the cargo hold showed a feed of several camera's that scanned the area and skies around them.
"In the months i've been here, Not one organic has even come here, let alone crashed. Whats got you on the run so deep into the rim you crash on Raxis?"
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Re: Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
This world, despite being a literal trash pile, had an odd sort of serenity to it. Like the machine equivalent of a rotting vale, it seemed almost as though the planet was consuming the various hulks and re-purposing them for some unknown project. It probably helped that he was seeing it through a transparasteel canopy, however, and not on the undoubtedly toxic surface.
"If they find me, I'll take care of it myself. You shouldn't get dragged into this more than you are already," Zasabi stated as he leaned back into the acceleration couch. He didn't have long to relax, however, as the ship suddenly came to a landing. He was already on his feet as the droid encouraged him forward.
He hadn't known what to expect from the droid's home, but it seemed to track. Not much in the way of decoration, plenty of spare parts neatly organized in the single minded fashion he had learned to expect from his own droid companions- in a way the room made him feel wistful for his own droids.
"Sith hunters," Zasabi groaned out. "I pissed them off a long time ago and they've held a grudge since. Tried just killing them as they came, but they ended up being too dangerous to the folks around me, so now I'm just on the run. Thought that I lost em somewhere around the Oseon system but they're persistent."
He found a spot far enough from the rest of the droid's supplies and sat down, his jacket . Folding his legs inward, he pulled himself into a meditative posture. "If they take off, I'll leave and get out of your hair. If they show up, I'll go handle it. Either way, I don't look to be disturbing your home too long if I can avoid it."
His injuries were minor, but if it came to a conflict they could prove to be his undoing. While he didn't like taking the risk, he would have to call upon the Force to help heal himself before too much time passed. The Sith hunters could track down his Force signature more easily any time he used it in an obvious way, but with luck they would overlook this minor usage.
"I do have to ask," he began as he closed his eyes, dropping into a light meditation. "Why have you been here for months?"
"If they find me, I'll take care of it myself. You shouldn't get dragged into this more than you are already," Zasabi stated as he leaned back into the acceleration couch. He didn't have long to relax, however, as the ship suddenly came to a landing. He was already on his feet as the droid encouraged him forward.
He hadn't known what to expect from the droid's home, but it seemed to track. Not much in the way of decoration, plenty of spare parts neatly organized in the single minded fashion he had learned to expect from his own droid companions- in a way the room made him feel wistful for his own droids.
"Sith hunters," Zasabi groaned out. "I pissed them off a long time ago and they've held a grudge since. Tried just killing them as they came, but they ended up being too dangerous to the folks around me, so now I'm just on the run. Thought that I lost em somewhere around the Oseon system but they're persistent."
He found a spot far enough from the rest of the droid's supplies and sat down, his jacket . Folding his legs inward, he pulled himself into a meditative posture. "If they take off, I'll leave and get out of your hair. If they show up, I'll go handle it. Either way, I don't look to be disturbing your home too long if I can avoid it."
His injuries were minor, but if it came to a conflict they could prove to be his undoing. While he didn't like taking the risk, he would have to call upon the Force to help heal himself before too much time passed. The Sith hunters could track down his Force signature more easily any time he used it in an obvious way, but with luck they would overlook this minor usage.
"I do have to ask," he began as he closed his eyes, dropping into a light meditation. "Why have you been here for months?"
Re: Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
Harbinger was finally satisfied that he'd checked the area's he frequented and seen their immediate surroundings were clear, He'd never found any working scanning equipment, Camera's had to suffice. Turning from his monitors he would approach, listening to his companion explain himself as he got comfortable in a familiar meditative stance upon the flood. One he was well familiar with aswell.
"Listen friend, If you're being hunted by Sith Hunters on your own, and you've just survived a crash. You need help. You're not too likely to get out of here without someone picking you up. We stick together, I'm going off world for a while anyway" she said as he leaned back on a steel cabinet beside the meditating... Jedi. He could sense it now, being so close, though this would likely expose his own force signature by proximty. Hearing the mans final question made the droid chuckle, it was an almost unnerving sound, even thought this droid had more emotion behind his personality as most it seemed.
"This is my home. Now it is anyway." he said with a gesture of his arms. "I don't eat. I don't sleep. I don't have to worry about the environment. Its a scrappers paradise if you're me" he said with a jovial tone before crossing his arms over his chest and looking towards the floor "But I'm not a droid. I wear a droid body technically, like you might a suit of clothes. I'm a Shard of Orax. I've not taken a name in some time, But they once called me Harbinger. I was Imperial. It didn't end well, I was imprisoned for years, and when i escaped... was broken out actually, I wandered. No place to call my own, No honor, No path... So i came back here. I'm familiar with this place, its always been my refuge." he paused for a long moment and looked towards the sky outside the cargo hold.
"I'm also a force user, like yourself. I've been trained by Jedi and Sith alike. The force is who i am, its why i have a mind to call my own. But i cannot hear it, feel it... I'm walking in a cloud of grey and cannot see the light nor escape the dark. So this is my exile, my penance, But I will not let them take you. The Jedi aren't always right, and the Sith are usually wrong. But I don't want to see more bloodshed" he said at last, the tone coming from the chasis was fuzzed and a little static near the end, as the shard faced some things in earnest. He'd not seen a Jedi in years, and having been an enemy of them for such a long time, it was too much for him in the moment.
"So... Thats why i've been here for months, Hiding from the galaxy lest I face my judgement"
"Listen friend, If you're being hunted by Sith Hunters on your own, and you've just survived a crash. You need help. You're not too likely to get out of here without someone picking you up. We stick together, I'm going off world for a while anyway" she said as he leaned back on a steel cabinet beside the meditating... Jedi. He could sense it now, being so close, though this would likely expose his own force signature by proximty. Hearing the mans final question made the droid chuckle, it was an almost unnerving sound, even thought this droid had more emotion behind his personality as most it seemed.
"This is my home. Now it is anyway." he said with a gesture of his arms. "I don't eat. I don't sleep. I don't have to worry about the environment. Its a scrappers paradise if you're me" he said with a jovial tone before crossing his arms over his chest and looking towards the floor "But I'm not a droid. I wear a droid body technically, like you might a suit of clothes. I'm a Shard of Orax. I've not taken a name in some time, But they once called me Harbinger. I was Imperial. It didn't end well, I was imprisoned for years, and when i escaped... was broken out actually, I wandered. No place to call my own, No honor, No path... So i came back here. I'm familiar with this place, its always been my refuge." he paused for a long moment and looked towards the sky outside the cargo hold.
"I'm also a force user, like yourself. I've been trained by Jedi and Sith alike. The force is who i am, its why i have a mind to call my own. But i cannot hear it, feel it... I'm walking in a cloud of grey and cannot see the light nor escape the dark. So this is my exile, my penance, But I will not let them take you. The Jedi aren't always right, and the Sith are usually wrong. But I don't want to see more bloodshed" he said at last, the tone coming from the chasis was fuzzed and a little static near the end, as the shard faced some things in earnest. He'd not seen a Jedi in years, and having been an enemy of them for such a long time, it was too much for him in the moment.
"So... Thats why i've been here for months, Hiding from the galaxy lest I face my judgement"
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Zasabi Ray
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Re: Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
Zasabi blinked at his host, stunned at both the eloquence and absurdity of the story he had been told. "So... You're a Force sensitive....rock?"
He hadn't made an effort to sense Harbringer with the Force, both because he was suppressing his Force abilities to maintain the shroud over his presence and because it rarely made sense to reach out to a droid with the Force- while they were typically sentient in one manner or another, they didn't seem to have any real connection to the Force, much like a lake had no true connection to the greater ocean beyond it's shores.
"Well, I think you'll find that we have more in common than you might think," Zasabi replied. Definitely more than I thought, he mused in wonder. "I've been trained by the Shadow academies of old. Like you, I adhere to neither the Dark nor the Light, but both in equal measure. On a good day, anyways."
There might be more to this meeting than sheer chance. To stumble into another 'grey' Force user on such a backwater world, under such strange circumstances... it was almost absurd. And yet, Zasabi knew that there were no such thing as coincidences.
~Meanwhile~
The planet below glistened like the shell of a beetle, silver and amber shades of rust shining against the distant sun of the Raxus system. The beauty of the place was utterly lost on the observers above, two humanoids aboard a daggerlike ship that radiated viciousness.
"I've lost the signature of the ship," one commented idly. "Something about the surface of that world is scrambling our sensors."
"Then don't rely on the power of this ship." Sharp teeth clicked against each other, glistening white against red skin. "No matter how capable the Sith fleet's shipwrights are, they are no match for the power of the Force. Stop limiting yourself and reach out to our prey. Find him."
Light shifted across the transparasteel canopy of the ship, reflecting the pair's faces. One, a horned Devaronian, grinned with the anticipation of the hunt. The other, a dour grey skinned Faust, had their eyes closed in silent concentration.
"I've got the scent," the Faust announced suddenly, hands drifting over the controls. "He won't escape us again,"
He hadn't made an effort to sense Harbringer with the Force, both because he was suppressing his Force abilities to maintain the shroud over his presence and because it rarely made sense to reach out to a droid with the Force- while they were typically sentient in one manner or another, they didn't seem to have any real connection to the Force, much like a lake had no true connection to the greater ocean beyond it's shores.
"Well, I think you'll find that we have more in common than you might think," Zasabi replied. Definitely more than I thought, he mused in wonder. "I've been trained by the Shadow academies of old. Like you, I adhere to neither the Dark nor the Light, but both in equal measure. On a good day, anyways."
There might be more to this meeting than sheer chance. To stumble into another 'grey' Force user on such a backwater world, under such strange circumstances... it was almost absurd. And yet, Zasabi knew that there were no such thing as coincidences.
~Meanwhile~
The planet below glistened like the shell of a beetle, silver and amber shades of rust shining against the distant sun of the Raxus system. The beauty of the place was utterly lost on the observers above, two humanoids aboard a daggerlike ship that radiated viciousness.
"I've lost the signature of the ship," one commented idly. "Something about the surface of that world is scrambling our sensors."
"Then don't rely on the power of this ship." Sharp teeth clicked against each other, glistening white against red skin. "No matter how capable the Sith fleet's shipwrights are, they are no match for the power of the Force. Stop limiting yourself and reach out to our prey. Find him."
Light shifted across the transparasteel canopy of the ship, reflecting the pair's faces. One, a horned Devaronian, grinned with the anticipation of the hunt. The other, a dour grey skinned Faust, had their eyes closed in silent concentration.
"I've got the scent," the Faust announced suddenly, hands drifting over the controls. "He won't escape us again,"
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Ashara Rys
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Re: Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
[The more the merrier, right? Hope you guys don't mind me dropping in.]
Raxus Prime, Outer Rim
Raxus system, Tion Hegemony
Theme: Bring Me Back To Life
An audible clang resounded across the demolished hull of the star destroyer as a hatch was dislodged from its place and a stack of power converters was pushed out onto the surface. In its wake, a singular, gloved orange hand found its way onto the edge of the hatch, followed by its twin, before, with a 'hnn!', Ashara pushed herself out of the star destroyer she had infiltrated.
Scavenging was quite the opposite of Ashara's usual modus operandi. While her relationship with the rest of the BSP was not precisely what it used to be, she still tended to pirate, or hunt bounties whenever she was not actively needed by the Blue Stars. So how did she end up on this junkyard, toiling after Imperial-class star destroyer power converters?
Let's just say that Ashara had gotten in trouble with a crew of Khuiumin Survivors she rather shouldn't have crossed, and leave it at that.
Dragging the netted stack of converters by their cable across the length of the hull, the silently fuming Togruta was contemplating how long the trek would be from her present location, down the star destroyer and to where her speeder bike was, when she paused. Her sharpened senses picked up something hissing through the malodorous air. Her ears twitching as her exotic blue eyes narrowed, she focused on the sparkling dot up way up in the putrid stratosphere of this industrial wasteland, which looked more and more, as it drew nigh, like a Sith vessel.
"... Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
Raxus Prime, Outer Rim
Raxus system, Tion Hegemony
Theme: Bring Me Back To Life
An audible clang resounded across the demolished hull of the star destroyer as a hatch was dislodged from its place and a stack of power converters was pushed out onto the surface. In its wake, a singular, gloved orange hand found its way onto the edge of the hatch, followed by its twin, before, with a 'hnn!', Ashara pushed herself out of the star destroyer she had infiltrated.
Scavenging was quite the opposite of Ashara's usual modus operandi. While her relationship with the rest of the BSP was not precisely what it used to be, she still tended to pirate, or hunt bounties whenever she was not actively needed by the Blue Stars. So how did she end up on this junkyard, toiling after Imperial-class star destroyer power converters?
Let's just say that Ashara had gotten in trouble with a crew of Khuiumin Survivors she rather shouldn't have crossed, and leave it at that.
Dragging the netted stack of converters by their cable across the length of the hull, the silently fuming Togruta was contemplating how long the trek would be from her present location, down the star destroyer and to where her speeder bike was, when she paused. Her sharpened senses picked up something hissing through the malodorous air. Her ears twitching as her exotic blue eyes narrowed, she focused on the sparkling dot up way up in the putrid stratosphere of this industrial wasteland, which looked more and more, as it drew nigh, like a Sith vessel.
"... Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
Captain of the The Luminis End
Aurek Fleet, Blue Star Pirates
Re: Between the Light and the Dark: Shadows (Open)
[Welcome aboard! Indeed more the merrier when laser sword fights are going to happen]
It paid off now and then to have a blank expression on your face at all times, hearing it put in such simple terms gave him pause as he looked down at his chest and back up again "You know what? I'm going to use that from now on. Yea. Basically. Force sensitive rock" he said with a shrug as he stood up once again.
He didn't move far, but in the moment thinking that danger may soon be upon them he wanted to get some things packed away before hand. "The Shadow Academies? Well you've got me beat by about a parsec my friend. Dark jedi that ran from the order" he said as he began to push boxes from the very back of the cargo bay towards his ship. Each one looked large enough to hold the average humanoid, some larger still. All of them crafted from sheet and scrap, but such a way as to have purpose and function in keeping their contents well contained. And there were several carts. "On a good day, I don't have to pull my blade in anger. So i get that sentiment. Glad to see i'm not the only one that realized the force is what is is, and we choose how its used"
It was clear that the shard was in good spirits about things though, but with the routine and motion of a droid, he just kept loading boxes and the occasional large wovenfibre bag or duffle. Each piece holding symbols and insignia's of different groups, armies, and companies. As he walked the distance back and forth, he began to put the droid to work for him as he reached out to touch on the surveillance terminal. Doing so he settled in and watched, keeping an eye on the skies as his new friend got some much needed rest and relaxation.
Then it hit him "Oh, By the way, Sith Hunters... They use sabre's don't they? I'm pretty sure the answer is going to be yes, Soooo..." he would trail off as he held up his vibrosword. To say it had seen better days was an understatement, it looked like it had seen wars. "Got a spare?"
It paid off now and then to have a blank expression on your face at all times, hearing it put in such simple terms gave him pause as he looked down at his chest and back up again "You know what? I'm going to use that from now on. Yea. Basically. Force sensitive rock" he said with a shrug as he stood up once again.
He didn't move far, but in the moment thinking that danger may soon be upon them he wanted to get some things packed away before hand. "The Shadow Academies? Well you've got me beat by about a parsec my friend. Dark jedi that ran from the order" he said as he began to push boxes from the very back of the cargo bay towards his ship. Each one looked large enough to hold the average humanoid, some larger still. All of them crafted from sheet and scrap, but such a way as to have purpose and function in keeping their contents well contained. And there were several carts. "On a good day, I don't have to pull my blade in anger. So i get that sentiment. Glad to see i'm not the only one that realized the force is what is is, and we choose how its used"
It was clear that the shard was in good spirits about things though, but with the routine and motion of a droid, he just kept loading boxes and the occasional large wovenfibre bag or duffle. Each piece holding symbols and insignia's of different groups, armies, and companies. As he walked the distance back and forth, he began to put the droid to work for him as he reached out to touch on the surveillance terminal. Doing so he settled in and watched, keeping an eye on the skies as his new friend got some much needed rest and relaxation.
Then it hit him "Oh, By the way, Sith Hunters... They use sabre's don't they? I'm pretty sure the answer is going to be yes, Soooo..." he would trail off as he held up his vibrosword. To say it had seen better days was an understatement, it looked like it had seen wars. "Got a spare?"
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