2008-01-10 - Dreadnaught Aftermath

Tatooine: Desert Plains - Beside Anchorhead
Down in the lower desert there is little to see upon the horizon, save for a strange tower of rock in north and the sight of mountains in the far distance to the south-west. A small township rests nearby in the east however, and plumes of smoke rises from the collection of buildings there. All else is barren and stark, and wind wisps over the sand as it comes down a trail that leads to the north.
Ksar crawls out from the wreckage of the fighter he escaped. After getting aways away from the smoking craft, he lays in the soft sand, exhausted.
After a few moments in the hot sun, Antilles is able to pull out his comlink and activate it.
HAZARD: Mina Vairde wanders toward a mirage and falls down the side of a dune! The hazard lightly wounds her.
<FONT COLOR=#FBB917>COMSYS:</FONT> (single channel) A deep, old male voice says, "My lord, do you copy?"
A troops of Jawas come along and see the sleeping Viceroy.
"Dink dink dink? Dink dink dink dink."
Their leader pulls out a water jug and moistens Ksar's face until he wakes up. Giving the Jawas a thumbs up and a few creds, he hikes to Anchorhead, not far away. Coming across a ship in the desert, he waves and jogs towards it.
Waiting at the newly docked Stormcrow is the Jedi Master. "Get on, Viceroy," she says, glancing about. "Where is Requiss??" she booms across the sands, shielding her face from the bitter sandstorm winds.
Antilles is visibly saddened and he shakes his head. "When those last turbolasers hit, and the ship was breaking apart, he pushed me into a fighter. Just as the canopy sealed, the landing bay opened to space and ... and ... Requiss died a Jedi."
Jumping off a speeder on which he caught a ride, Tuil nods to the locals who helped him with a wave and then walks over to to the Jedi master and the viceroy. He has his robe pulled close and his hood up against the storm. He looks pained, moreso than even the sand stinging his face would cause.
Mina stands as a stone.
"Get on the ship, Viceroy," she murmurs, low-- her voice lacking warmth. She blinks a few times, seeing the next hooded figure. "Get on the ship, both of you," she spits, striding back up the ramp.
Stormcrow: Cockpit
<FONT COLOR=#FF0000>SPACE:</FONT> Stormcrow blasts off into Tatooine: Airspace - Above Anchorhead.
<FONT COLOR=#FF0000>SPACE:</FONT> Stormcrow proceeds to Orbit of Tatooine.
<FONT COLOR=#FBB917>COMSYS:</FONT> Mina Vairde says, "Stormcrow requesting permission to dock, RNS Corellia."
<FONT COLOR=#FF0000>SPACE:</FONT> Stormcrow enters RNS Corellia's docking bay.
RNS Corellia: Starfighter Hangar
Its small opening onto the outside closed by a magnetic field, this is cramped starfighter hangar everywhere speaks of economies, of minimalism, of the traditional view that combat cruisers do not require much more than a few shuttles and short-range scout fighters. On either side of the large but extremely claustrophobic chamber are smaller bays where for maintenance and storage. With cranes, repulsorlifts and droids everywhere, this is a busy place.
Ksar looks around at the hangar bay, still a bit dazed from his experience.
Tuil climbs out of the cramped quarters of the ship and looks around as he lowers his hood. He wears a look of mourning and in fact he is not lowering his hood at all, he is just shaking it out before he raises it again.
"Seal up the ship," is all Mina says, commanding a crew nearby. "Where is my Padawan?" she booms, glancing up to the bridge.
Ksar sees Tuil again. Going up to the Jedi, he shakes his head, a tear coming down his cheek. "He ... saved me ... and died."
Category:January 2008 RP Logs