You see the first break in the composure that Master Kraalim has always projected as a shadow crosses his features.
"There is only one Jedi I know that could perform Battle Meditation on that scale. I know of none of the Sith who can. I have a bad feeling about this."
Klonsa deactivates his lightsaber upon hearing that the droid is not with the Sith. He turns to Master Kraalim, seeing the darkened expression upon Kraalim's face, worry creeps into his voice.
Basic: Who is this person you know of Master?
For GM
For everyone that hasn't made the check yet:
** spoiler omitted **
Klonsa deactivates his lightsaber upon hearing that the droid is not with the Sith. He turns to Master Kraalim, seeing the darkened expression upon Kraalim's face, worry creeps into his voice.
Basic: Who is this person you know of Master?
For GM
** spoiler omitted **
For Klonsa:
You probably picked up other details from Christy and Master Kraalim's comments, however.
Master Kraalim looks at you and shakes his head.
"I have suspicions . . . but I'll not disparage a good Jedi's reputation based on my fears. To do so is to betray my trust in the Living Force."
For everyone that hasn't made the check yet:
** spoiler omitted **
For HK-22:
The droid temporarily forgotten, Remar frantically begins looking for somewhere he can sit down and strap in, or at least some netting or a nice sturdy support beam to grab ahold of. "I can not be absssolutely sssertain what isss about to happen," he says, to no one in particular, "but I would advissse everyone to brassse themssselvesss."
Master Kraalim listens to Remar, and sees the urgency with which he seems to be buckling himself in, and he turns back to the others,
"It appears we may have much more immediate problems, so it would likely be prudent to brace ourselves, as our friend has indicated."
Master Kraalim grabs some of the cargo netting and wraps it around his arm and leg, braced against the wall.
The sickly, lurching whine of the engines building begins to fill the entire ship, drowning out all other sounds, and the ship lurches forward almost as if the inertial dampers have given out, if only a brief moment.
The ship lunges forward, and a split second later, you feel a tremendous crash, though this crash doesn't seem to stop your forward momentum, but only serves as a very rough barrier as you continue forward.
Ceelell nods quickly to Remar, hurrying to buckle in as well. "I suspect our engines our suffering a failure. Perhaps a blast has made it past our shields. Worry not, our captain is excellent. To take some fire was expect."
He glances towards Christy at her words and then looks at the droid, noticing his excitement. "This goes for all republic and jedi forces. Our target are the sith and their allies."
HK-22 moves to a spot where he can grab something solid to hold on to. He slings his rifle over his shoulder, but is clearly excited by the prospect of violence...
Ceelell nods quickly to Remar, hurrying to buckle in as well. "I suspect our engines our suffering a failure. Perhaps a blast has made it past our shields. Worry not, our captain is excellent. To take some fire was expect."
He glances towards Christy at her words and then looks at the droid, noticing his excitement. "This goes for all republic and jedi forces. Our target are the sith and their allies."
Spoken matter of factly: "It is worse than that Ithorian." Danguard grips his silver handled lightsaber tightly and continues. "The Hyperdrive is badly damaged as well as extensive damage to the control circuits. The Shields are badly deteriorated, and there is serious hull damage. Chances are we may go EV rather than a pressurized disembarkation. Prepare yourselves."
He pauses to sheath his saber into a hidden wrist sheath and stands in a wide stance and pull shis hood low over his face and crosses his arms, breaking his silence for a moment to add:
"Take everything you need with you now, I highly doubt you will get a chance to recover it later."
"If my guessss isss correct," Remar muses aloud, after the ship is through jolting about, "all your combat preparashhionsss may be for naught. I Ssstrongly sssussspect that the shhip'sss hyperdrive wasss jussst activated. Wherever we are, it isss mossst likely not the Ssstar Forge, if we're even anywhere near Rakata Prime." As he finishes unbuckling, he approaches the ship's intercom and presses the button for the cockpit. "Captain, could you kindly provide the shhip'sss presssent location?"
Concerned: "Captain?" Christy grabs some crash webbing and secures herself.
Picking himself up off the floor, Klonsa looks to Remar.
"What!? Can we get back?"
Feeling a rush of anger at being denied the chance to get revenge against the Sith for all they had done to his people, Klonsa stares at the intercom waiting for a response from the captain.
The ship no longer feels as if its lunging through space without any friction, and you feel a surge as if he ship may now be back into realspace.
Everyone is tightly wrapped in their safety webbing and straps, except for Danguard, who is standing resolute on the floor, as if completely unaffected by gravity or inertia.
The captain fails to answer any calls to the command cabin, and just as you all feel as if the jostling and lurching is over, a multitude of jarring hits seem to strike the ship's hull from multiple directions.
You hear the dangerous hiss of atmosphere leaking out of the ship.
Master Kraalim, who has had his eyes closed serenely and has been breathing steadily since the crisis began, as if meditating, suddenly opens his eyes.
"I have foreseen difficulty ahead. You must trust me if you are all to survive."
He begins to lightly touch each living member of the party.
After doing so, he once again closes his eyes.
Shortly thereafter, a massive ionization effect seems to strike the whole ship. Sparks fly, and nothing electrical, from weapon, to comm system, to droid, is spared from its wrath.
After this, you all feel the ship sharply angle, and begin to plummet, as if in a gravity well of some kind.
Just before the universe goes black and silent, the last thing any of you hear is the voice of Jedi Master Kraalim, chanting.
" . . . there is no death, there is only the Force."
For everyone:
Thanks all.
When the jostling stops, Ceelell quickly frees himself from his harness and looks to the others to ensure everyone is unharmed. The hissing of atmosphere is certainly a very bad sign, there is a breach somewhere. The ship being ionized is something he is less sure about being just bad or worse, likely if it is taken out that way we are getting tractored in and that will at least save us from decompression. Hopefully.
As all these thoughts race through his head the elder jedi approaches with his proposal. Ceelall isn't quite sure what to make of this, as he has always trusted things that are provable or tactile to that of the force. But he does trust in the life energies of the world, just as many of his people do, and it is thought that may be the force that these jedi tap into. In any case, he trusts this man.
"Yes, Master Kraalim. We will do what we must."
As the ship's status goes from bad to worse, remar has time for two thoughts. First, he hopes that the ion blast didn't cause any permanent damage to his equipment. Secondly he chides himself for unstrapping before the ship set down somewhere. A third thought begins to percolate, but doesn't have time to form before everything goes black.
It seems as if it has been dark and quiet for an eternity. Slowly, each of you are aware of a dull light filtering into your world. Some trailing light from cracks in the hull, and a soft glow from inside the compartment you are in.
For Aruuna and Christy:
For the rest of the party:
For HK-22:
For Dangaurd:
Aruuna shudders, shaking her head to clear the fog from her mind, quickly checking herself over for any obvious sign of injury. Looking around the cabin, she gets quite alarmed at the sight of light pouring through cracks in the hull, though her concern at that is quickly mollified by the realisation she's not dead.
It is only then that she notices the angelic visage standing in the centre of the hold, her appearance catching and then holding her gaze. Seeing no hostile intent from her (though in truth, she wouldn't notice if there was), she pushes herself off from the side of the hull with a little grimace, and approaches the creature, making sure to show no hostile intent herself.
'Um.. Hello. Who are you?'
"I'm glad you woke up. I was beginning to wonder if anything could wake you."
The voice is spoken in beautiful, melodic tones, and you can almost hear it in your thoughts as well.
"I've tried a few times before, but you all looked so peaceful. I was afraid you would end up like the others."
"Where are we? we...fell asleep?"
Directing her next question at the humanoid spirit. "Are you, a force ghost?"
Danguard speaks with some emotion for once:
basic: "The hull..it's cracked, how are we not dead, or vented into space? I had a feeling the ship would crack open, but not being EV is a surprise."
Looking around, I check to see if everyone is still here.
"I believe that the other one that was with you kept you from passing beyond. I would have liked to have met him, but he started to expire before you ship had crashed."
"My people have been called Angels by those that have survived and made it to the planet below. The moons are a bit more dangerous, depending on your point of view."
'We were asleep? For how long?.. And what others?'
"Time is . . . a difficult concept for my people. It moves forward, we know that. And it has moved forward for you for quite some time."
Checking the master Jedi for a pulse I repeat his last words.
"There is no death, there is the force." Danguard returns to his familiar silence and waits.
Checking the master Jedi for a pulse I repeat his last words.
"There is no death, there is the force." Danguard returns to his familiar silence and waits.
Once Danguard crosses over to check on Master Kraalim, you see there is nothing in his robes at all, only his clothing, robes, and lightsaber.
"I am pleased to meet you after watching over you for so long. You may call me Lucen."
I will pick up the lightsaber and clip it to my belt, for safekeeping, then check to make sure the reporter and the droid are alive and functional.
Basic: "Are you feeling OK Aruuna, Christy?"
Klonsa opens his eyes hearing the voices of those around him. Slowly he pushes himself to his feet, placing his hand on the side of his head.
Basic: "Uhhh, it feels like I was swimming near the Kolto for too long..."
His gaze then wanders towards the being of light before him. Instantly all other thoughts flee from his mind and he stares in wonder at the beautiful being before him.
Aruuna ponders this response for a moment, then checks the one piece of technology she wears, her holo comlink, to see if its chronometer is saying anything, or if it even still works (which by itself would give, hopefully, some rough indication of how much time might have passed)
For Aruuna:
The comlink doesn't seem to be malfunctioning. Its covered in dust, and for some reason it doesn't seem to be connecting to the Republic uplinks, but the actual Chronometer seems to be working.
At a glance, it shows that its been about 300 years since you last looked at it.
I will pick up the lightsaber and clip it to my belt, for safekeeping, then check to make sure the reporter and the droid are alive and functional.
Basic: "Are you feeling OK Aruuna, Christy?"
For Danguard:
"Oh." finally seeing the ghost like creature.
Klonsa opens his eyes hearing the voices of those around him. Slowly he pushes himself to his feet, placing his hand on the side of his head.
Basic: "Uhhh, it feels like I was swimming near the Kolto for too long..."
His gaze then wanders towards the being of light before him. Instantly all other thoughts flee from his mind and he stares in wonder at the beautiful being before him.
Lucen looks at Klonsa.
"Hooray! The bubbly one is awake. You made such fun noises in your sleep."
For Klonsa:
While Aruuna is looking at her chronometer, Lucen reaches out to touch her lekku briefly.
For Aruuna:
'Well met, Lucen. Where are we, exactly?'
After checking her comlink, she turns to her companions, speaking to them. 'I don't suppose any of you have any methods of keeping time? Chronometers or other technology? My comlink is saying it's been 300 years since.. well, we last were talking, but that seems quite impo...'
Her sentence is interrupted by the touch to her Lekku, causing her to scream in sudden pain, staggering back from Lucen, cursing in her native tongue.
For Aruuna:
"Is the captain..." She lets the question hang.
'Well met, Lucen. Where are we, exactly?'
After checking her comlink, she turns to her companions, speaking to them. 'I don't suppose any of you have any methods of keeping time? Chronometers or other technology? My comlink is saying it's been 300 years since.. well, we last were talking, but that seems quite impo...'
Her sentence is interrupted by the touch to her Lekku, causing her to scream in sudden pain, staggering back from Lucen, cursing in her native tongue.
"I am . . . sorry . . . I saw them move when you were sleeping, and I always wanted to touch them, but was afraid it would disturb you."
"Is the captain..." She lets the question hang.
"You mean the ones in the front of the machine? They were like the powerful man back here with you, but they didn't disappear, though they have . . . crumbled? over time."
"Three Hundred? Yes, It would seem so."
"What of Revan, the Starforge? Do you know of these things Lucen?"
Remar, quite frankly, can not believe what he is seeing. He's heard spacers tell stories of angels on the lanes, but he'd always dismissed them as myth. Fascinating...
Not wanting to contemplate what this meant for his other deeply-held beliefs, the Khil instead focused on something he could more readily identify with. He moved to where the droid was, and started checking its structural and functional integrity.
At Aruuna's query regarding the time, Remar recalls that he has not checked his Datapad since the ion blast. Pulling it out of one of his bags, he powers it on and immediately checks on the date.
Remar, quite frankly, can not believe what he is seeing. He's heard spacers tell stories of angels on the lanes, but he'd always dismissed them as myth. Fascinating...
Not wanting to contemplate what this meant for his other deeply-held beliefs, the Khil instead focused on something he could more readily identify with. He moved to where the droid was, and started checking its structural and functional integrity.
At Aruuna's query regarding the time, Remar recalls that he has not checked his Datapad since the ion blast. Pulling it out of one of his bags, he powers it on and immediately checks on the date.
For Remar:
Suddenly realizing how painful it is to move Klonsa glances at his skin a look of alarm coming upon his face.
"Is there any water near... wait 300 years?! How is this possible!?"
Remar, quite frankly, can not believe what he is seeing. He's heard spacers tell stories of angels on the lanes, but he'd always dismissed them as myth. Fascinating...
Not wanting to contemplate what this meant for his other deeply-held beliefs, the Khil instead focused on something he could more readily identify with. He moved to where the droid was, and started checking its structural and functional integrity.
At Aruuna's query regarding the time, Remar recalls that he has not checked his Datapad since the ion blast. Pulling it out of one of his bags, he powers it on and immediately checks on the date.
For Remar:
** spoiler omitted **
"Hmm." Remar's brow creases, and he taps the datapad experimentaly with his finger. When that doesn't work he knocks it, rather urgently, against his palm, then stares at it in consternation. "Blasssted ion weaponsss. I am not getting an uplink sssignal. In addishhion, the devissse isss alssso shhowing that three hundred yearsss have passssed. Even assssuming all of our electronic devisssesss were affected by the ion blassst, it isss highly improbable that they would all be affected in exssactly the sssame manner. The only recourssse isss for usss to acsssept what we are ssseeing." He then returns the datapad to his bag and returns to checking on the droid.
Ceelall shakes his head slowly as he wakes up. He looks at the strange creature and listens to the others talking, trying to determine just what it is that they are dealing with. He knows there are ways that could throw off the chonometers, maybe magnetics or something, but he checks his as well just to be sure.
"Time may be different for you, but this is much further then most of our natural lifespans. If we were..." he considers for a moment, trying to piece together how this could have happened. "Hybernating. Perhaps placed in a stasis so that our organs were not in use, we could survive longer. But I did not know that even the jedi had such power over others."