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 Post Posted: Wed, August 12th 2009 04:02pm    Post subject: Extrictarium Nebula, Iego
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Iego. Extrictarium Nebula, Outer Rim Territories




Iego, mysterious planet of fable located in the less charted parts of the outer rim. It is here resides the folk told creatures of legend, the Angels and Demons occupying the planets ashy forests, rocky terrain and deep wastes. Spacers claimed the planet didn't exist, those who knew of its existance rarely left atmo alive.

the Angels, fearsome creatures known as Diathim, are known to circle around starships while entrancing pilots with their stunning beauty. The fatal distraction brought numerous starships crashing down planetside. The planet is littered with ship waste and unnatural graveyards

The Maelibi, the more elusive "demons" are known to dwell underground, are said to drag offworlder's into the subterranean pitts of which they live. The hellish exsistance they inhabit softened only by the purity of their ethereal song.

May those who find themselves here be warned. The rumors you have heard are but what they seem: rumors. The truths about this planet and its fatefull heritage are far more real and frightening than any seasoned spacer in a Cantina can tell you...


Plot: "Call of Iego"

-- Connected to the Oxanna Cantina Plot 'Friend or Foe'


Location: Iego. Extrictarium Nebula, Outer Rim Territories


The hunt for Vera Nico is on. Since the attack against the Dark Sun Clan, Luna Ina and Tri Xi Pi, Vera Nico has reappeared on several galactic most-wanted lists. The criminal organizations have slipped into a major internal power-struggle, creating a domino-effect against assets, members, and relations. Most of the command structure present at Oxanna Cantina, was detained by CorSec or by alerted Republic and Imperial Remnant patrols.

Proving a dangerous prey, Vera Nico leads her trackers to into a dangerous nebula.



Surface Parties Involved:

Diathim:
Commonly referred to as “Angels” by travelers. A respected people within the Iego system, rumored to lure, and thus trap unlucky souls. Very little is known, as updates are infrequent. This species is winged, whereas their demon brothers, are not. They are a peaceful race, unless greatly offended. They also live on the moons of Iego.


Maelibus:
Commonly referred to as “Demons” by travelers, for their barbaric rituals and ancient traditions. Living inside the planet’s crust, the Maelibi prey on stranded crew. The skin of a Maelibus is very strong and reflective, causing low power blaster bolts or energy attacks to reflect right off it. It required more force than average to pierce a Maelibus's skin, but they have no resistance to lightsabers. If a human were to punch a Maelibus, they would end up harming themselves much more then their intended victim.



City of Cliffhold:
Residents of this city, have enjoyed their fate, and some are rumored to have outlived many of their friends and family. Exact information is unknown, and only speculated at this point. This is one of the first places one should turn to for assistance.



Basic Direction of the Plot:

Vera Nico had staged the internal collapse of three major criminal networks, but as a result, revealed herself to the New Republic and Imperial Remnant. Wanted for dozens of life-sentences within both governments, and many more galactic factions, Vera has caused an interesting capture frenzy. Bringing what trackers had succeeded in following her, she headed to an old, familiar system: Iego.

Stranded crew will find it difficult to repulse the Demons, some are taken hostage, and into the underbelly of the planet itself. Valor and courage are put to the test, to save the lost members of the crew…


Players Names, and the Ship they are on:

Tseneca Lowry-Fink – Captain of the Blight Leaper

Lucas Pallanén-Davad – Passenger aboard the Blight Leaper

Vera Nico- Villainous mercenary

Firi'TakNik - Exiled Angel/Human Hybrid seeking to aid those attacked by her brethren.

Aquar - Reclusive Maelibus rejected by his clan and out for blood

Daegon Selanno- Captain of the Star Raptor

Coral Callatros- aboard the Star Raptor

Kelson Ordo- aboard the Star Raptor

Aaron Church- Captain of The Stellar Hunter

Jacen Tranada- Aboard the Stellar Hunter

Neo Sarkk- Aboard the Stellar Hunter

Blight Leaper




Four Parts:
  • Skirmish above Iego
  • Crashland, and Demon Attack
  • Contact with Cliffhold
  • Rescue of Captured Crew, and Escape
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The sun was shining off the cliffs in a way that could blind anyone who didn't squint their eyes before looking around the desolate wastes of Iego. It was arid, dry and rocky. Dirt clung to the air because there was nowhere for it to settle.

Firi'TakNik sat huddled against a bluff. While the planet where she lived was empty and lifeless to others, it was beautiful to her. She could see the shining wings of her brethren swooping in and out of rocky towers and cliff faces. She watched as they rose up and down with the swells, singing in ethereal beauty. She streatched her own wings out, using her shoulder blades to flex the useless bones and muscles extending from her back. She'd never been able to fly, for she was only half Diathim. Her bone structure wasn't pneumonic, hollow like the others, and her wings would never hold her human weight.

She hugged her knees to her flat chest. She was child-like in the late stages of her adolescence. She'd not grown like the others, though her extremities were long and slender, her skin opalescent and her wings full grown like any young Diathim. She was, physically more human then Diathim, and it set her apart from her people. They didn't want her, they'd made that very clear. They'd called her Sha'aakta, half-breed, a traitors daughter. And the beautiful homeland she loved was more a prison then the place of her birth.

She watched the Sautu, her clan, race across the sky. It had been two moons ago the grandmere had ordered her to leave. And now the bluffs were hers, far from the cliff-dwellers and rocky caverns her ancestors occupied. Far from the skeletal graves and shipyards they hoarded and the unfortunate spacers they corrupted.

But the bluffs also brought her in the open, prone in the vast expanse that called the demons out for blood...
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Orbit: 06:12hrs, Day Two


The Khan emerged from hyperspace, the engines cutting instantly, as she ran sensor sweeps over the area. Though the nebula distorted much of the visual range, Vera's trap was slowly beginning to fold into place. Those who dared to follow her into the abyss, would be in store for a ride of their lives...
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Dusk. The sun finally began to turn in behind the horizon, the aftermath of a awe inspiring sunset making the south-lands glow perpetually.

Firi was preparing her home, a small hovel resembling that of the cliffdwellers built into the side of one of the larger hills for nightfall. Shuttering up the one window and applying a new coat of mud like substance to the cracks of her door, She looked up at the stars that were beginning to come to life in the night sky.

She blinked twice; The stars were moving.

Taking in her breath, she felt the muscles behind her wings twitch as they did when she was nervous or something unusual was occuring. She pulled her long coat around her, lifted the hem of her dress and hurried barefooted to the the top of her hovel, the soft dried grass of her roof sustaining her and lifting her further skyward to get a better view.

They weren't stars, they were ships. They were many ships, racing across the sky forward and backward coming at each other repeatedly just above atmosphere. Her mouth had fallen open in wonder as she watched the lights dance, the colors of orange and red play to some other music she could not hear.

And then with a rush of panic, she heard the melodic singing of a dozen Diathim lift off and zoom out over the open landscape. The darted with their delicate bodies to and fro and then upward to greet the unwanted spacers and soon to be fated castaways if they had their dark wishes.

"Don't" Her voice was feeble and small against the dull humming of night insects and the faroff sound of Angels singing. She was alone.

A small grouping of a dozen Diathim are swooping upward to confront the falling and still to be fallen ships, guiding them to their doom.
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The Blight Leaper came to a stop, the feeling of heaven's embrace slipped away from his body, allowing a dreadful sense of panic to overcome him. Shaking with sudden terror, he screamed against the restraints, using the Force in a violent explosion to shove the fabric and metal from his body. The belts had snapped, and metal bulged and contorted so his body could move with freedom and ease. The console sparked, and sizzled with faded display systems, the plexiglass around the turret had cracked, yet survived the harsh landing.

Get out, something whispered at the edge of his neck, the voice causing hairs across his body to stand on end. He struck out with the Force in fear, causing a nearby computer terminal to whine, before crunching into a compacted size. Lucas made a move towards the exit, but the hull had been compressed in such a way, that it was blocked. The air around him tightened, and life turned bleak as the seconds passed. Using the Force, he concentrated on the window, and with an emotional jolt, it exploded into a million pieces. Iego's breeze rushed in around him, creating sensations on his arms, and the side of his face, that stung with nearly overwhelming ferocity.

In the crash, something must've hit him, but the angel's lament had distracted him from the pain. In a sudden surge, he could feel the warm liquid running across his body. It spilled onto his clothing, then the dirt below him. It dribbled against the desolate plain, slowly beginning to form a shallow dark red pool, as his hands gripped a patch of weeds. He squeezed them, before tossing them over the side. It was then he realized they had crashed, just meters away from a dangerous edge.

Still in shock by the plummet, Lucas removed his shirt, and tossed it into the Blight’s turret pit. His exposed skin tingled, and goosebumped against the chilly air. Muscles flexed and cringed against the temperature change, the abdominals contracting in a painful twist, craving the sweet relief of bacta fluid.

Frak, he whispered, calling on the Force to guide a bacta bottle into his hands. He had used most of it just hours earlier, lucky for him, he had brought it into the gunnery seat with him at the time of Vera’s attack. He slathered a generous amount onto his cheek, before applying it to his arms, and chest. Agony poured over the expanse of his wounds, the pain crawling and embedding itself across his entire body. The absence of the angel’s voices, the sudden jerk of the stop, grouped with injuries from the cantina and the crash, broke the young Jedi.

His voice yelled across the canyons, praying above the looming mountains, and calling across the stars, for his mother…
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Firi watched in horror as the Sautu, her own people, rushed against the falling ships. And they were falling, like a fiery hail of brimstone, whining and screaming in devestating agony. She stood there, her eyes wide, not knowing whether to flee as the ships, like wounded animals, fatefully descended over the south-lands.

They hit. She watched one fall just over a ridge half a mile from her own hill. It was a larger one, a freighter. The other, appearing to be a gunship, landed closer to the cliffs so she had to squint to see it nose-dive into a gully a few miles away.

The Diathim circled the ship closest too her and with a rush of adrenaline and... was it anger?... she ran over the hill toward the crash site. As she approached she took in the horrible wreck, the acrid scent of ozone and burnt metal. The Diathim swooped around it, hollering with triumph.

"Get away!" she cried. "Please, get away!"

One of the larger ones, Dantu, turned his head and looked at her before flying over and landing too closely. He towered over her, clicking his wings together in a gesture of intimidation.

"And what do you expect to do, Sha'aakta." he spat the words out her and cracked the elongated joints of his hands. "We will enjoy this prey."

They would dismantle the ships, perhaps kill the people inside so they could take the parts the to the Scatter without any hinderences. They would be mercilous.

"You will not, Dantu. Not you, or anyone." Her voice sounded weak, faltered and she knew she could do little to stop them. She had to try. He bawked.

"You. What do you plan on stopping us with? you little half-breed, you trash."

She swallowed the insults away. "These are my lands, from here to the gully as long as you banished me here. I have say in what goes and stays. begone" The last word she bit out with such force that Dantu took a step back.

"We will have words." He signaled the flock and they took off upward and away, perhaps readying themselves to take another ship.

Alone once again, and trembling at what she had done, darkness growing deeper, Firi breathed outward. In the still, a human, a young man was pushing himself out, like an egg to a hatchling, of the gnarled ship. She watched him silently as he staggered, free at last, bloody and dazed. He tore off his shirt, exposing himself to the night air, and let out a debilitating cry that resonated off the plateau, and then fell to his knees.

screwing up her courage, she went to him, cupping her hand under his chin and pulling his tear and blood streaked face upward. Speaking in common, slowly and gently she said, "Are there any more?" He didn't answer, just shook in delerium. She released a tonal noise from her throat, trying to get him to react. "Are there any more? His eyes cleared for a second and he nodded, whimpering.

Swiftly, she removed her jacket and settled around his shoulders. She stood, tucking her skirts up and pried open the hatch, climbing into the ship. It was dark, but she used sensors on her wings to feel where she was going. The cockpit. She went through the galley and up through the entry way, climbing the service ladder to the bridge.

There, half suspended by her restraints was another human, a woman. Firi rushed over and sliced through the straps that held her with the bone blade she had around her waist. She woman fell into her and Firi struggled to support her weight with her small frame. The woman's arm hung dangerously lopsided, dislodged from the shoulder. The woman did not awaken, and Firi prayed she wasn't dead.

In an effort uncharacteristic of her, Firi somehow managed to get the woman out of the ship laying her out under the starry night. She grimmaced and perspired from bearing the weight, but turned to the man huddled against the cold and his own fearful thoughts.

"More?" she whispered and he shook his head no. She laid her wings carefully over the prone woman, feeling for a pulse. It was there, but faint. She turned once again to the man.

"Then you must come with me." She said gently. "The open land is dangerous and we must take shelter. I will help you, but you must help me."

In some way, he seemed to understand. Working together, her singing sofltly to fortify the going, they managed to her hovel.
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There was nothing. Aaron heard a small roar, and he tried to open his eyes, and saw nothing but a blur of colors. White, orange, black. There was a tug at his restraints, and soon he felt himself falling free, though his landing was soft. The sensation had him feel sick. Slowly, his senses came too. He could tell he was moving, though how he wasn't sure.

"He's alive, doesn't look good though."

The words played over him, his comprehension low.

"Here. Give him this."

Another voice. There was a blur of movement, and a prick in his chest. His vision started to clear.

"Hey. Can you hear me?"

It was one of the armored commandos. Aaron groggily nodded his head and tried to sit up. There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, but his body complied, and he managed to get a bearing on the situation.

He was in the cockpit of the ship still, but it was at a bizarre angle. Fire rose from a console near his seat. Everything was thrown about. In front of him was the Agent from Corellia, and the Storm Commando captain. At his feet was Haggard's body, a sickening mangled mess. He looked away.

The glass of the cockpit had been blown out, and faint sunlight trickled in. It was just before daybreak.

Clawing his way through the sideways bulkhead came the second agent who came with them from Gauntlet. He looked around, then hopped down to where they were standing.

"We have to move." The agent said, who was turning to the commando. "Get the others. I saw that freighter on the hill. We'll head there, look to see if there's anyone there who can tell us what the hell's going on. It'll be a good point to start at, and we can take our bearings from."

Aaron nodded, and pulled himself to his feet using struts on the wall. He too looked at Sarkk.

"There's a supply cabinet on the starboard side of the ship that should still be in tact. If you need any equipment it's got some carbines and basic power packs."

The commando nodded, and moved out of the cockpit. Aaron pulled himself up to the former pilot's seat and felt inside on the compartments. He found his blaster, and removed it. It was an old DC-15S, an powerful weapon for it's size that he had gotten from his father.

He dropped down and pulled himself out of the cockpit, moving back towards the cargo bay to see how many had made it.
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After making sure the pilot was going to be fine, Neo headed towards the crumpled aft of the gunship. The boarding ramp was blocked by an outcropping of rock, and he could see the sun setting through a small crack in the hull. His head was still pounding from the crash, but his armor injected him with a light stim to help him steady himself. He looked around for his helmet and found it lodged behind a broken acceleration couch. With a little effort, it came free, although the visor was cracked slightly near the temple. he placed it on his head and powered it up, allowing the system to track his team and pinpoint them through the wreckage. Ellis and Keran were up, although their vitals, like his, were a bit groggy. Lance was unconscious in the forward hold, where he'd been securing the weapons before the crash. And Dome...

Neo turned, looking for Dome. He saw an armored boot protruding from beneath a fallen plate of durasteel and he hurried over, heaving as he tried to move the plate and get to his soldier. Ellis hurried over and placed her shoulder on the flat surface of the plate, and together they pushed until it slid off of Dome. Neo placed a pair of fingers beside Dome's neck and was relieved to find a strong pulse. His chestplate was rising and falling steadily. In fact, the only sign of injury was the nasty red bump on his shaved head that was still swelling. "See to him," Neo ordered, and Ellis moved to obey. "Yes, sir." With his team mostly accounted for, Neo surveyed the pile of wreckage around them that had once been their ship.

The gunship was ruined. The forward end had almost completely split away from the aft section on the last bounce, only remaining together by a few cables and a single sheet of armor plating. This left a large break in the belly that would allow them to exit without having to cut their way out. While that was a good thing, Neo would have preferred it if they had an intact ship. Now there only hope was the freighter they'd seen going down ahead of them.

Lieutenant Tranada emerged from the cockpit with Lieutenant Church, coughing from the dust that was still thick in the air. "Sitrep, Sergeant?"

Neo took a look around. "Two of my team are unconscious, but fine, sir. The other two are in fighting form."

Tranada nodded. "Good. Gather what supplies and weapons you can. As soon as we've got everything we can carry, we're heading for that other crash site. See if we can find a city on this gods-forsaken world." Behind them, Dome groaned loudly and sat up. Without looking at him, Neo nodded. "Yes, sir. We'll get right on that."

Once Lance had been revived, the eight Imperials set to work stripping the Stellar Hunter of everything that could be valuable. Weapons, ammunition, medkits, bedrolls, and MREs went into duffels and backpacks with hurried efficiency. Twenty minutes later, they left the relative safety of the gunship and ventured out into the open, which by now had become night.

Neo activated the nightvision on his visor, knowing that the rest of his team would be doing the same. Tranada, Church, and the other Intelligence agent settled on attaching glowrods to their weapons and used them to see, although they were mostly counting on the commandos for direction and advance warning of any threats. With the officers in the center and the commandos surrounding them, they set out, heading up the hill and out of the gully and towards the other crash site.

For about an hour they trudged up the hill, sometimes slipping, sometimes jumping as a harmless rodent or other native creature emerged from a hole to startle them. None of them fired any shots in surprise, but by the time they arrived at the top of the hill Neo's normally steel nerves were beginning to fray a little. There was something about the emptiness of the landscape that had him on edge. The rest of his team was nervous as well, judging from their increased heart rates. Neo spotted something dark through his visor and raised a hand to stop the group. Everyone was on alert and stopped to survey the area as he moved forward slowly to see what he'd caught a glimpse of.

It was a hole in the ground, but much too large for any rodent. In fact, it would fit him, his armor, and his duffel, if he slid into it feet first. He nudged a small rock into the hole, and it rolled down into the abyss, causing a small avalanche of sand at the edge of the hole.

"What is it, Sergeant?"

Lieutenant Tranada walked up beside him, his glowrod activated. Neo turned off his nightvision to avoid being blinded and looked back to the agent. "Looks like the entrance to a tunnel, sir. Big one, too." Tranada studied the hole for a moment, then turned back to the group. "Let's stear clear of these from now on. Come on, the ship's just a few more minutes away."

"Yes, sir." Neo turned to take one more look at the hole-

A pair of orange eyes stared back at him from the abyss.

Before he could shout a warning, something huge and scaley leapt out of the hole and slammed him onto the ground, drawing a shout of surprise from him. He clicked on his night vision while reaching for his sidearm and saw a huge head with jagged teeth snapping in his face. Several blaster shots rang out in the night and the creature roared, but it did not get off of him. Neo's fingers closed on the grip of his blaster pistol and he jammed it into the creature's stomach, squeezing the trigger one, two, three times. The thing screeched and slid off of him, a death rattle already escaping its craggy lips.

Neo scrambled to his feet and scooped up his blaster rifle, prodding the creature with his boot. It was definately dead. "What the hell was that?" he asked. "I've never seen anything like that before."

He looked at Tranada, and the latter was just as confused as he was. The agent was about to say something when a bone-chilling noise emerged from the hole. Neo slowly turned to look down the hole as several angry cries, mirroring the creature's, arose from the hole.

"Head for the ship!" he shouted, and the Imperials began sprinting as fast as they could for the crashed freighter.

Imperials and Maelibus headed your way, Alex and Jess. They'll get to the ship, realize it's gone, and follow your tracks to Firi's hovel.
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Sitting, meditating in the cockpit of his ship, Jallorn opened his eyes as he sensed the ships come down, one by one. "It almost went perfect," he muttered to himself, "C5, alert me if the employer gets here."

"Yes master."

Opening the cockpit of his ship, Jallorn jumps to the ground, and tries to decide which way to go.
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Aaron looked through the cool night, straining his eyes against the dark. The climb up the hill was tedious, and the loose dirt constantly slipped out from under his feet. He tried to stick as close as he could to the black clad commandos, but is was a difficult task in the night. Agent Tranda passed him a glowstick, which he accepted gratefully.

Without his ship, Aaron felt weak and exposed. His failure to shake three outdated fighters had smashed his confidence, stranded them here, and killed his copilot. No matter what he did, his thoughts kept wandering back to his failure. And the vision... or hallucination. Maybe it was a side effect of the impact. But he could have sworn he saw something floating around the ship. He shook his head. With time, things would clear up.

Minutes before they reached the summit, Sargent Sarkk gave the 'halt' sign, and they formed an uneasy circle around what looked like a man-sized snake hole. It gave Aaron an uneasy feeling. Tranda and Sarkk stared into the abyss, then turned away. Suddenly, a huge thing burst out of the tunnel, pinning Sarkk to the ground. Aaron stood, his jaw dropped, as the commandos fired on it, with no effect. Sergeant wrestled his own weapon up and fired into the beast's stomach repeatedly, and soon the hellish thing rolled off him.

They stood there a moment, looking at the huge something laying on the ground. A cry came from the tunnels, followed by the sound of the rushing of feet.

"RUN!" Sarkk shouted, and broke into a dead sprint. Aaron brought himself too, and followed after him, scrambling up the hill towards what he hoped would be the safety of the freighter. He heard the cries become louder behind him, and the sound of blaster fire. Remembering his own weapon, Aaron grabbed his DC-15S off his belt and spun, looking for a target as he moved backwards. They were everywhere. Ten? Fifteen? In the back of the group, Captain Feliks tripped, and fell hard to his stomach. One of the commandos reached for him, but was knocked aside by the demonic things, which grabbed at Feliks and pulled him backwards.

Aaron fired three bolts, each striking it's massive target. But instead of felling the beast, it reared up and howled in rage. Fear gripping him, he turned and sprinted towards the top of the hill. The smashed freighter came into view, and Aaron put all of his strength into reaching the top of it, out of the way of the angry horde.
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Jacen had no doubts that the pilot's warning had saved his life. His ribs already bruised from trying to get to the cockpit during the firefight, Jacen had just enough time to step over the body of one of the crew members and strap himself in before the various stress points on the hull began to catch on the atmosphere of Iego and throw the ship around like a rag-doll.

The descent took barely a single terrifying minute, like a carnival ride of the damned. As the pilot wrestled with the controls and the sky began to spin, Jacen closed his eyes, bracing himself within his crash webbing as best he could. He opened his eyes briefly before they slammed into the ground, noticing the glint of early-light off the surface of a freighter on the ground.

There was no enough time to ponder its significance before the shuttle slammed into the ground and several times the regular landing velocity. Once they stopped sliding, Jacen opened his eyes again and unbuckled his crash webbing. He dropped to one knee on unsteady legs before spying the mangled body of the man he had stepped over just before strapping himself in.

Shaking his head, Jacen joined one of the armoured commandoes in surveying the unconscious pilot. It was a testament to the skill of this particular man that they had survived at all, though he didn't look good at the moment. Jacen voiced his concerns to the commando, who produced an adrenaline syrette. Jacen stabbed the pilot in the chest, injecting the drug and hoping it would work.

"We have to move," said Jacen, turning to the commando now that the pilot was regaining consciousness. He was all too aware of the fact that this hunk of slag was the perfect target for a bombing run, "Get the others. I saw that freighter on the hill. We'll head there, look to see if there's anyone there who can tell us what the hell's going on. It'll be a good point to start at, and we can take our bearings from."

The commando exited the cockpit while Jacen hung back to ensure that the pilot was okay. Once the latter had retrieved his equipment, both headed aft expecting the worst. Once they arrived, it appeared that there hadn't been any casualties, no doubt because of the pilot's warning.

The next twenty minutes were spent tearing everything they could use off the ruined gunship and stuffing it into travelling packs. Aside from supplies, Jacen looted an E-11 with a 4x scope affixed to the top. He popped the power pack to ensure that everything was clean and undamaged before replacing it and proceeding outside with the rest of the crew and passengers.

Their progress was hampered by the lack of lighting and in the absence of nightvision equipment, Jacen had to make do with strapping a glowrod to his weapon. He followed the commandoes, who did have night vision, at a distance that wouldn't disrupt them. After what felt like hours, the lead commando stopped beside a huge hole. Jacen had a very bad feeling about this hole and suggest that they steer clear of it.

Before he could move even a muscle, something huge and unseen slammed into the lead commando. Jacen fell backwards instinctively, firing his weapon at the the scaly reddish creature. At least two of his shots made contact, but the creature appeared not to notice as it continued to try and dismember the Sergeant. Before Jacen could take aim at the creatures head, several more shots erupted from beneath the creature and it rolled off the Sergeant, who stood up with a smoking blaster in his hand.

The group had barely got their bearings again when a bloodcurdling noise echoed up from the bottom of the hole in the ground. Taking his cue from the commando, Jacen sprinted towards the freighter. Lacking the cumbersome armour to slow him down, Jacen got slightly ahead of the group and turned to fire several shots into the swarm of hellish beasts that were pursuing them. He dived for a makeshift foxhole that was made by the presence of the freighter as one of his pursuers slammed into the metal that was now protecting him.
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The plains were dark, as the Khan's engines flared into the black abyss around them. Her barabel crew members emerged from within, their reptilian language hissing multiple curses, before they spoke in Basic. "We have crashed on the planet?" Vera's arms had been burned, but she took little notice to caring for herself. The tips of her fingers traced along the edge of her scope, scouting the surrounding area. All of the ships had crashed, but the unexpected twist of fate, had brought her too close to her prey for comfort. For now, she was elevated, on a secluded mountain island, but that would prove a difficult challenge in the next few hours.

Though she was isolated from the rest of the groups, it would make repairs extremely difficult. "Vera, we need a new communication antenna." One of the green scaled creatures hissed, "Then we can contact the droid star fighters, for help. They might be able to strafe and eliminate the crash sites within minutes!" Vera's eyebrow narrowed. She had thought of this, but her companion had failed to notice the gap between them and the rest of the planet.

"If you haven't noticed, Sabri, that anything we might be able to salvage, rests over there," she pointed to the dimly lit scene across from their position, "We have jetpacks, but I doubt they'll be able to support the extra weight of the equipment we need." She shook her head, coming to the next conclusion, "No. We are going to have use one of theirs..." All three crash sites, at least one would hold a working inter-system communicator. Contact with the droid starfighters, and possibly even Jallorn, had become their top priority.

"Lock and load, we need to hit the sites before daybreak. Set the jetpacks for stealth, and bring equipment to cut through the hull..." Vera Nico entered the Khan, removing several smaller blasters, a vibrodagger, and large launcher. She added a semi-shielded mini-rockets munitions strap across her chest, before locking the jetpack around her upper body.

Minutes later, Vera and two barabel assassins, dove from their secluded island, and into the dark night...

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Their path seemed long and the bearing too difficult for Lucas to trek. His mind swallowed the agony, soaking the discomfort and the pain into his bones. He had remembered a day when Damian had fallen seventy feet from a hovercycle, and the pain that was welled behind his brother's eyes. An hour ago, he would have never understood that pain, the inner vulnerability that springs forward and controls every motion. His heart swelled against the memory of his brother, with a longing for an embrace only a mother could provide.

The crash had crippled his mind, causing the most fragile emotions to bare, where they had once been so dormant. He held Tseneca in his arms, her frail breathing causing the moment to dwindle into a deep, dark depression. His thoughts receded to the back of his mind, before his knees buckled and he dropped to the floor. He laid her across the dirt, before taking several steps away and vomiting anything in his body.

As he heaved everything that remained inside of his system, the fear washed away, retreating to the back of his mind, allowing logic and control to return slowly. It was only a blink of mental solitude, but it was enough to lift him from the ground. "Sorry," he apologized to the angel, calling on the Force for strength, and the endurance needed to reach the woman's dwelling.

Lucas reached under Tseneca's body, carefully lifting her into a cradle between his arms, and studied her face for the first time. She was an enchanting woman, though their time together had been short, his soul begged for her survival. He held on a feeling that perhaps beyond her mysterious history, and towards a less financially-driven future, the two would grow to become close friends. Stay with me, Lucas whispered, taking only a couple of steps beyond their momentary stop, before he heard a distant yell. Human voices.

"That does not sound good," Lucas looked to his beautiful companion, the angel, or whatever she was, looking for some sort of answer. "What else is out there?"
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Firi heard the sounds of voices coming nearer, and the young man's inquiry.

"What's out there?" He croaked. His voice was so different from hers, so deep and static. She whipped her head around listening to the air. The shouts of men came to her, and the howling of...

Maelibi . She shuddered and turned to the man. "We are in very real danger." She knew the crash site would bring more victims, but she'd not thought they'd be coming this way. She could not safe harbor them in her den, but she could not leave them to the fate that awaited them if the Demons that stalked them took hold of their numbers.

She looked at the young man. He was weak, his mind, she knew, vulnerable and delerious from the shock of the crash and the trance the Sautu had placed upon him. He cradled the woman protectively, and she knew they meant something to each other. Baark'ti... Friends.

She led the man and his friend to the door of her den and opened it up. Leading him in, she directed him to lay the woman on the small bed against the wall and to cover her with the thick blanket she handed him. Then, swiftly, she went to an old footlocker near the cooking area and retrieved several glass orbs, no larger then a thermal detonator in circumference.

Balancing them in her arms, she strode over to the man and placed her forehead to his, allowing gentle thoughts of comfort to leak into his tortured brain. It was all she could do, use her Diathim rites to settle his mind against the angry torment that encompassed him. She took a few moments, moments she barely had, to hum, sending warmth into his skull and body. Then, she straightened, swept the hair away from his face, and looking into his eyes said, "Do not leave, remain here and watch over her. Everything will be alright, you will see."

Then she slipped out the door, latching it from the outside.

The orbs Firi is carrying are luminescent bulbs that, when activated, spread large amounts of light. She plans on using these to ward off the demons and send them back to their subterranean homes as they are photo-sensitive and cannot stand such light.
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Aaron reached the top of the overturned freighter, and gathering his wits, turned, weapon raised. The demons were closing in. The second agent had made it to relative safety, but the heavily armored commandos were having trouble outrunning the beasts.

Aaron tried to control his breathing, unfolded his weapons' stock, and opened fire on the closest demon. He was out of the way—maybe they couldn't climb—if he could distract them, someone might survive this.

The creature completely ignored the first shot, but with the second spun, setting it's sights on Aaron. Then, with a blood-curdling scream, it charged at him, scampering up the freighter with frightening ease. Aaron stumbled backwards, trying to keep his fire on the thing as it came at him.

The demon reached him intact, and knocked him aside with one of it's powerful arms, sending Aaron and his weapon sailing ten feet back down the length of the ship. The creature jumped, landing over him, and reared up, ready to strike.

There was a flash of light, and for the second time that day Aaron assumed he was dead. He blinked once, twice. Slowly he was able to see what was around him. Everything was bathed in intense light. The demons shied away, running back to their hellish home.

The remaining survivors stumbled forward, squinting into the source of the light. Aaron grabbed his weapon, but didn't raise it. He hoped off the freighter, looking towards their savior.

It was a woman. A woman with wings.
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In her dreams, Tseneca was battling a rancor. Only this time, the rancor moved with the agility of a smaller animal, or perhaps a human. She dodged it too and fro as it sliced its claws at her. every so often it would catch a piece of her clothing, a snag of flesh and her blood would flow from the wounds it caused. It was not her own life at stake in this game... she could see her family, mother, father, brother cowering in the corner behind the monster, their fates sealed if she failed to bring it down.

She fought a loosing battle. The rancor grabbed her with his claws and pinned her down against the dirt floor. She struggled against the weight, suffocating, her ribs cracking and snapping against the pressure. His talons constricted her, lifting her to the glistening jaws above. His canines bit down on the right side of her body, separating her arm from her shoulder, skin and bone tearing sickeningly.

Tesenca gave a scream of terrible agony, as horrible pain tore mercilously throughout her entire body. She cried out again, awake, struggling to sit up in dim light, the weight of something, a blanket holding her in place. She tried to move her arm. Was it really gone? More fierce pain shot up and down her spine. Echoes of song filled her head, faint but resonating like the leftover sound of a pot that's been hit. It made her stomach lurch and her head pound. Why was her head pounding? She blinked over and over, her eyes swollen, a crusted and still sticky substance disabling her vision. With her working arm she reached up and touched it. Blood...

She cried out again, helplessness and fear overcoming her. Where was she, what had happened?... She couldn't remember...
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Lucas used primitive-looking bacta goo, slopping it over his wounds, while humming a melody he had learned during his toddler years. The woman was generous to lend a hand, but her home, that was something different. She was different from those that had attempted to seal their fate by a fatal crash, offering hope and shelter, versus quick demise. The substance had healed his skin's properties better than anything he had experienced, perhaps beyond that of bacta.

Tracing his fingers over his somewhat exposed body, Lucas seemed nearly perfect, with the exception of the emotional trauma that lingered here and there. Tugging the angel's jacket over his upper body, he moved by the fire, and began to warm his hands. He glanced over at the still-breathing Tseneca, not sure how to approach the woman without feeling as though he'd be violating personal space.

He had only basic medical training, and the extent of her head injury, suggested that someone with better knowledge or experience, might play a better role in her rehabilitation. Yet, with each second passing, Lucas could feel the danger of an untreated wound; slowly it would drain life's energy from within her body. The angel had left in a hurry, most likely, to assist the others that had fallen.

Maybe it was in her nature, to help strangers, but personally, who knew what was really out there. What if it was Vera Nico? And the moment the angel showed herself, Vera shot her from the sky, and ripped her wings off? No, Lucas countered his own fears, She was tougher than that. Living alone, on a world where angels and demons walked, was not an easy life. She had the skills to protect herself.

Lucas was sitting over Tseneca now, examining the exposed portions of her body, before running his hands across her torso, taking careful consideration to where his fingers were. He checked her ribs, though nothing was out of place, it was extremely tender. It was her face that brought the most concern. A terrible slash had gushed overtop the torn flesh, and spilled across her eyelids. Luckily, they were closed, sealing the pupils from intrusive red liquid. Lucas dabbed softly, in order to avoid accidently opening a tear duct, or a part of the eyelid.

Suddenly, Tseneca exploded into an emotional frenzy. Her scream wretched at all corners of the dwelling, piercing Lucas, and momentarily stunning him from taking any sort of action. Her body shook, eyelids rocketing open, causing leftover blood to spill into them. Lucas moved in, this time approaching her with a firm hand, "Tseneca! We're out, we're not aboard the Blight Leaper any more,” his voice was as firm as he could make it, massaging her left shoulder, while reaching for a pail of water. "Relax for a minute, let me help you."

Lucas struggled to take control, guiding the pail directly above her face. "I'm going to rinse your eyes; can you open them for me?" It took several seconds, before the red-soaked orbs to appear. Lucas gently poured the water over her face, catching the extra liquid, before it had time to reach the bed. He wasn't the best bedside nurse, but he had seen enough with his siblings, to know how to stabilize someone. The angel was probably a better caretaker than he was, but gods know where she had went, and when she'd be back.

"It'll be all right," Lucas commended her for the effort, ensuring that she remained on the bed, and from sitting up. “I want you to lay there, don’t speak yet, unless its important. Try and remember, I’ll see if I can find anything for the pain…”
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The young man's voice was soothing, He was pouring water over her eyes and she griitted her teeth against the added pain. Lucas, it was Lucas. Things were coming back to her now, the Cantina, the firefight, Vera Nico. She remembered firing the turrets from the Bight Leaper but after that...?

Eyes clear, starting to take control over the start she'd had coming out of consciousness, she looked up at Lucas. The kid was worse for wear, bloody and worn out. This was not the same young man from Oxanna. In fact this was an entirely different little prince.

"You look terrible." she croaked, trying to joke. Her lips were dry and she found it hard to talk. She tried to sit up again, but he pressed his hand down keeping her there. "What happened?" she asked "Where are we?" She turned her head to the side and tried to raise her arm again, only to send a shock of pain down her body that brought tears to her eyes. "What happened to my arm?"
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Spotting weapon fire, Jallorn sped towards a crashed freighter. As he neared the freighter, and some source of light, Jallorn could see the unknown creatures moving towards him thanks to his helmet's night vision. Lifting his weapon warily, he detachted it, giving himself greater freedom of movement. Most of the creatures were fleeing at angles, and thus failed to spot Jallorn in his dark armor, but one of them gave a bloodcurdling scream and launched itself at him. Reflexively, Jallorn squeezed off a shot at the creature. The stun bolt collided with the creature, and it slowed, looking dazed, but momentarily resumed it's charge. By now, the other creatures had taken an interest, and so Jallorn fled in the only direction that had any probability of safety, the light. As he neared it, he noticed the creatures slowly dwindling in number until he stumbled into the light, his visor compensating for the sudden increase in light. "Oh joy," he said as he recognized the uniforms of the men standing in fron of him, "Imperials."
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Firi strode toward where the noises where coming from. The freighter she's rescued the man and the woman from was serving the other humans who had crashed as a small fortress, but even then, one of the humans was being pinned by a large Maelibus. The Demons eyes were shining in the dark, and Firi's blood ran cold with fear. There were at least four of them, cliff-ground Maelibus by their size and color.

She stood with her legs apart, holding her ground only because she was so frightened. Humming softly to suspend the orbs, she let them go. They floated before her, their light flooding over her, the men and the plains. She walked toward the wrecked hulk and the humans, the orbs circling around her as she hummed low in the back of her throat. The light spread over the Demons and she heard their bloodcurdling shrieks of pain as they cowered back, off of the men, away from the freighter, back to their own seperate hell where they belonged.

She kept the light going while the humans collected themselves. They were looking at her like she was a ghost, or a beast just like the Maelibus. She backed up, suddenly afraid. What was she doing? She'd spent her whole life alone, just trying to survive, but now she was harboring cast-aways, saving them. She suddenly felt exposed, their eyes on her in the light. She swallowed. One man, wearing armor, had appeared suddenly, looking like death itself. The orbs dimmed, then went out.
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She asked so many questions, so fast. He smiled though, she was alive. "I'm not sure, we crashed into Iego, of all things. Heard some crazy things, people screaming..." It wasn't yelling, it was fear, that Lucas had sensed. "A woman pulled us from the Blight Leaper..." That was another topic that was probably sensitive to touch, "She doesn't look so bad..."

Tseneca's eyes seemed confused, as to what he was exactly referring to, and for a moment, Lucas wasn't sure if he meant the Blight or the angel. "Uh, the ship, that is. A few hull repairs, some new systems, and she'll be able to make it to a repair yard." Lucas left out the fact he was Kuat royalty, and the repairs wouldn’t be a problem, but for now, that wasn't necessary to include in the conversation. He didn't want to drop to a rich, spoiled brat level. "We left in a hurry though, not enough time to secure the ship, so we might want to try and do that in the morning."

Lucas moved to her injuries, "Not sure how the hell that happened," he touched her arm, and she instinctively pulled away, "Probably from the crash, but this goo, is amazing. Ever seen anything like it?" He placed it near her, and picked up a weird looking vegetable. He shrugged and took a bite.
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Tseneca listened as Lucas explained everthing, and then set a thing of wierd looking healing goo next to her. She didn't have a need for it, had a feeling she knew what was wrong with her arm and was avoiding the inevitable.

"A woman?" Just some woman had saved them. How happenstance. She was suspicious. At least her ship was reparable. She was glad, it meant that she had been able to control it in those last few minutes. Had she not been able to tap into the manual override, the crash would have been worse, and it was likely they both would be dead now.

She sat up, and gave Lucas a look when he tried to stop her, so much that he backed off, chewing the vegetable thing he'd found. The pain was excrutiating, but she bore it, picking up her limp arm with her useable one. As she had suspected, it had been separated from the shoulder, dislocated and useless.

She looked at the boy and bit her lip. "I'm going to have to ask you to do something, but you aren't gonna like it." He came closer and she placed her hand, the one attatched to her bad arm on his right shoulder, then made him hold onto the arm at the elbow. Then, she moved her working hand up to a placement near where the bone had separated on her left side. "On the count of three you are going to push as hard as you can this way, and im going to move the bone back into place, alright?"

She breathed out. This was going to hurt very, very much. "One..." she picked up a piece of cloth from the bed and wadded it up in her mouth. "Two..." Lucas didn't look too good. "Three!"

She jerked to the right, using the pressure Lucas was applying as a resistance. There was a horrible pop as the bone met back into the socket, and Tseneca cried at the unbelievable agony that filled her body. She fell back against the bed, tears in her eyes, but her arm back in order.

She gasped and found her voice. "I going need a piece of fabric for a sling and hopefully some painkillers." She was trying very hard not to go into shock, breathing slowly against the pain, and hoping to god her life would begin to improve starting this moment.
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The crashsites were goldmines, parts and pieces littered across the ground, large dirt mounds formed from the vessels' skid across Iego's surface. Vera landed first, then the twin barabels. They bickered momentarily, their weapons drawn as they dropped into a hole on the light freighter. Vera was the third to penetrate, the reptiles had cleared the vessel, and located exactly what they had needed.

The inside fit the need of a mercenary that knew what he was doing. Controls were clean, organized, despite the wreckage. And from what she could tell, the hull had been maintained, and even scrubbed frequently.

Vera strolled the short halls of the vessel, the lights flickering, probably due to a damaged power line. This vessel was relatively in flyable condition, but lacked the homage of the Khan. There had to be a reason its occupants fled. "Sabri, fly a perimeter, and report every two minutes. This shouldn't take long, but in the meantime, I don't want any surprises." The creature hissed an acknowledgment, before slipping away, a whoosh of heated air filled the cabin from the jetpack's takeoff exhaust.

She breathed the warm oxygen in, before getting to work. Several power connections had to be rerouted, as the ship's systems were fragmented from the sheer heat of the atmosphere, and the crash itself. Her fingers were small enough to enter the crevices of the line connections, easily transferring power from one station, to the next.

"Take a few charges, and set them inside the cooling ducts. Those are operational, and will probably be the last thing the crew checks, if at all." Vera ordered the second barabel, "Set it to go off during the ignition of the hyperdrive." A coy smile swept across her face, as the communication array flickered. She transmitted a quick signal, before terminating the link. If anyone was out there, she didn't want another mistake.

It seemed as though Fink had abandoned her.

Hot wiring the connections back to their original places, Vera removed her side blaster and stuck it inside the console. She set her blaster to the highest setting, and fired into the delicate structure. Making the wire repairs to the Star Raptor, extremely difficult.

Sabri made his fifteenth checkin, the perimeter remained secure, but orbs of light had been seen in the distance. That wasn't good, Vera thought. "Prepare the ship's secondary hyperdrive for extraction, it looks intact, and hardly damaged." Vera sat in the seat that looked as though it had served the captain, "Sabri, get the skiff from the Khan. This might us a few hours otherwise," She parted the cockpit, and helped prepare the secondary hyperdrive for the taking.
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