Garrett Blade
Jun 20th, 2001, 08:46:10 PM
*The blazing hot sun rained its golden shower down on Corellia. It was a fine day indeed. Strips of sunlight penetrated the forest canopy and carpeted the dark-dirt floor. The forest was alive with sounds and movement. Insects buzzed around and small, furry animals ran across branches, and birds flew from tree to tree, hidding in the densely packed green above Garrett.*
*It felt good to be outside again. And the best part was, nobody at TSO knew that Garrett had escaped. At least an entire month had gone by, and Garrett had no idea what had happened in that timeframe. All he knew was that the palace had been destroyed by Seth. He continued to stroll aimlessly through the forest, humming to himself merrily. After a few hours walking, Garrett came to a clearing. The area was occupied by several large, pre-fabricated, temporarly shelters for the members of TSO. Several makeshift buildings surrounded the pre-fabricated building, and served as supply huts, foodhalls and wash-rooms. And beyond the cluster of buildings, Garrett could barely make out the dirt path that led up to the main hanger, still standing, unlike the palace.*
*He slowly, calmly, slyly made his way over to one of the more secure-looking supply huts and entered. Inside, he found a treasure room of nasties - blaster carbines, repeating blasters, proton grenades, stun-cuffs and even...a pair of thermal detonators. Garrett quickly pocketed the thermal detonators before exiting the hut quicksmart. Checking to see that nobody had taken an unwelcome interest in his activities, Garrett walked towards the main building, the pre-fabricated living area for TSO's inhabitants. There were no guards whatsoever, and it looked as if TSO had taken a rather passive, friendly stance around its residential areas. Garrett entered the building and ascended a single flight of stairs before entering a room at random. Inside, it was bright, thanks to the sun shining proudly outside. It was partisan-standard - just a single window, a bed, small chest, and a wardrobe. The sith raided the wardrobe and found a pair of black jeans, a black shirt and a waist-length leather jacket. Garrett shedded his shredded black tunic, and changed into the newly found attire. He then spun around to greet the chest, which smiled at him welcomingly, almost persuading him to take a look inside. he obliged. Inside, there was a pair of black sunglasses, a brochure of Coruscant, and a small model of the Imperial Palace. Suddenly, a light pinged in Garretts mind. He took the items out of the chest, stood up, and made his way out of the room.*
*Once back outside, Garrett turned and proceeded for the dirt path that led to the main hanger. After only a ten-minute walk, he was at the hanger bay and waiting in the queue to board a transport destined for Coruscant. It was a simple passenger yacht, and very elegant at that. Most of the passengers appeared to be of a high class and would never associate themselves with Garrett's type. Fifteen minutes later and the ship was leaving the Corellian atmosphere. The captains drone voice came out of the walls and spoke to the people on board, informing them of their trip to Coruscant. A second later, the ship blasted off into hyperspace...towards the Galactic Capital...*
*It felt good to be outside again. And the best part was, nobody at TSO knew that Garrett had escaped. At least an entire month had gone by, and Garrett had no idea what had happened in that timeframe. All he knew was that the palace had been destroyed by Seth. He continued to stroll aimlessly through the forest, humming to himself merrily. After a few hours walking, Garrett came to a clearing. The area was occupied by several large, pre-fabricated, temporarly shelters for the members of TSO. Several makeshift buildings surrounded the pre-fabricated building, and served as supply huts, foodhalls and wash-rooms. And beyond the cluster of buildings, Garrett could barely make out the dirt path that led up to the main hanger, still standing, unlike the palace.*
*He slowly, calmly, slyly made his way over to one of the more secure-looking supply huts and entered. Inside, he found a treasure room of nasties - blaster carbines, repeating blasters, proton grenades, stun-cuffs and even...a pair of thermal detonators. Garrett quickly pocketed the thermal detonators before exiting the hut quicksmart. Checking to see that nobody had taken an unwelcome interest in his activities, Garrett walked towards the main building, the pre-fabricated living area for TSO's inhabitants. There were no guards whatsoever, and it looked as if TSO had taken a rather passive, friendly stance around its residential areas. Garrett entered the building and ascended a single flight of stairs before entering a room at random. Inside, it was bright, thanks to the sun shining proudly outside. It was partisan-standard - just a single window, a bed, small chest, and a wardrobe. The sith raided the wardrobe and found a pair of black jeans, a black shirt and a waist-length leather jacket. Garrett shedded his shredded black tunic, and changed into the newly found attire. He then spun around to greet the chest, which smiled at him welcomingly, almost persuading him to take a look inside. he obliged. Inside, there was a pair of black sunglasses, a brochure of Coruscant, and a small model of the Imperial Palace. Suddenly, a light pinged in Garretts mind. He took the items out of the chest, stood up, and made his way out of the room.*
*Once back outside, Garrett turned and proceeded for the dirt path that led to the main hanger. After only a ten-minute walk, he was at the hanger bay and waiting in the queue to board a transport destined for Coruscant. It was a simple passenger yacht, and very elegant at that. Most of the passengers appeared to be of a high class and would never associate themselves with Garrett's type. Fifteen minutes later and the ship was leaving the Corellian atmosphere. The captains drone voice came out of the walls and spoke to the people on board, informing them of their trip to Coruscant. A second later, the ship blasted off into hyperspace...towards the Galactic Capital...*