Gabran Darkysa
May 21st, 2002, 03:16:47 AM
A figure in dark brown robes crosses the rocky wastelands, head bowed, navigating his every step carefully. Robes pulled tight about himself and shoulders hunched against the buffetting winds. Above the red skies raged with chaotic lightning storms. It is a vivid vision from out of an infernal purgatory.
Behind this lone human lies a shuttlecraft with burned-out engine drive and a crumpled wing. Once Gabran had entered Vjun's atmosphere, he found himself in the admist of a churning lightning storm, convecting winds creating near catastrophic turbulance threatened to rip his craft to pieces. Hot lightning pulsed and blazed alive in the skies around him at temperatures nearing 60,000 fahrenheit, exposing his craft's instruments to dangerous energy anomalies. The shuttle's navigational and status readings could not be trusted. Forced to rely upon visual contact and the Darkside as he continued to descend through the fiery clouds and raging winds, hoping to escape the epicenter of the storm's fury unharmed or dead.
Eventually breaking surface of the storm's base, he finds himself flying at an rate of speed much too fast to land safely. Warning beacons chirping throughout the cockpit. Activating the repulsor jets while wrestling with the flight controls, Gabran regains control of the craft with the planet's surface approaching fast. He reaches over to the rightside of navigation console and grasping a small lever pulling it down. The landing gears disengage and fold down. He grins to himself when suddenly the whole craft ripples after being struck by a blast on the starboard side, the instruments indicate the right ion turbine is suffering power failure. The shuttle continues to shudder violently. A drop of sweat rolls down his face as the ship's altitude decreases at an phenomenal rate. Vjun's volcanic surface with it's multitude of mishapened rock formations roll beneath the craft with blinding speed.
Deadfall.
One of the landing gears impacts a large raised stone formation, the whole shuttle rips up and down causing Gabran to strike his head on the console. Fighting to keep consciousness while his eyes water and vision grows dimmer, he perceives the surface before his craft is rather level. There is no other choices and time has run out. He makes an emergency landing throwing his complete world into silent darkness with a thunderous crash.
Sometime later he comes through to find himself completely slumped over in the pilot seat. Moaning, Gabran raises himself up. His head hurts. Running a hand across his brow, fingers come away with the sticky wetness of congealing blood. He unbuckles the seat belt. How come the ship is not completely mangled and why isn't he dead. Gabran removes the foolish thought quickly. Never good to question the mercies fate can bestow.
Standing and attempting to walk while the ship is lying at such an angle he found rather awkward. Looking out the transparisteel of the cockpit reveals nothing but high winds and angry red skies. Clinging to a railing for balance, he carefully makes his way back to the cargo hold of the shuttle. He discovers all the supplies and his personel possessions are scattered about haphazardly. Gabran decides to search for necessary things before disembarking the wreck of his shuttle.
Taking with him a heavy brown cloak, lightsaber, breathing apparatus, and of course macrobinocular goggles. Unlocking one of the emergency hatches and opening it. A strong gust of wind assaults Gabran as the door opens with an audible hum. Fighting against the wind that nearly topples him, he jumps down onto the hard earth. Circling the shuttle to the starboard side reveals a lightning blast. He was not struck by a laser cannon as he had feared.
Gabran steps away from the craft and activates the microbinocular goggles over his eyes. Turning in a slow circle, he sees nothing but ancient volcanic shapes until a large dark object fills the viewlenses.... Bast Castle. It was once Lord Vader's infamous santuary and keep. Switching off the magnification function on his goggles, Gabran steels his nerves to journey to the castle instead of holing up in the shuttle to wait out the storm.
After three hours of treking, Gabran has nearly reached the castle. Raising his head and ignoring the biting winds, he activates the goggles and scans the great manmade monolith made of stone and durasteel over. The castle's viewportals remain dark and empty like the eyesockets of a dead skull. His eyes roam upwards to the battlements atop the castle, scanning over it's parapets and merlons. Again nothing. However the detected presence of the darkside is overpoweringly ominous now. He knew Castle Bast to be the domain of an Dark Jedi clan whom named themselves 'The Black Hand'. Gabran Darkysa journeyed here seeking a master while searching for a purpose!
Behind this lone human lies a shuttlecraft with burned-out engine drive and a crumpled wing. Once Gabran had entered Vjun's atmosphere, he found himself in the admist of a churning lightning storm, convecting winds creating near catastrophic turbulance threatened to rip his craft to pieces. Hot lightning pulsed and blazed alive in the skies around him at temperatures nearing 60,000 fahrenheit, exposing his craft's instruments to dangerous energy anomalies. The shuttle's navigational and status readings could not be trusted. Forced to rely upon visual contact and the Darkside as he continued to descend through the fiery clouds and raging winds, hoping to escape the epicenter of the storm's fury unharmed or dead.
Eventually breaking surface of the storm's base, he finds himself flying at an rate of speed much too fast to land safely. Warning beacons chirping throughout the cockpit. Activating the repulsor jets while wrestling with the flight controls, Gabran regains control of the craft with the planet's surface approaching fast. He reaches over to the rightside of navigation console and grasping a small lever pulling it down. The landing gears disengage and fold down. He grins to himself when suddenly the whole craft ripples after being struck by a blast on the starboard side, the instruments indicate the right ion turbine is suffering power failure. The shuttle continues to shudder violently. A drop of sweat rolls down his face as the ship's altitude decreases at an phenomenal rate. Vjun's volcanic surface with it's multitude of mishapened rock formations roll beneath the craft with blinding speed.
Deadfall.
One of the landing gears impacts a large raised stone formation, the whole shuttle rips up and down causing Gabran to strike his head on the console. Fighting to keep consciousness while his eyes water and vision grows dimmer, he perceives the surface before his craft is rather level. There is no other choices and time has run out. He makes an emergency landing throwing his complete world into silent darkness with a thunderous crash.
Sometime later he comes through to find himself completely slumped over in the pilot seat. Moaning, Gabran raises himself up. His head hurts. Running a hand across his brow, fingers come away with the sticky wetness of congealing blood. He unbuckles the seat belt. How come the ship is not completely mangled and why isn't he dead. Gabran removes the foolish thought quickly. Never good to question the mercies fate can bestow.
Standing and attempting to walk while the ship is lying at such an angle he found rather awkward. Looking out the transparisteel of the cockpit reveals nothing but high winds and angry red skies. Clinging to a railing for balance, he carefully makes his way back to the cargo hold of the shuttle. He discovers all the supplies and his personel possessions are scattered about haphazardly. Gabran decides to search for necessary things before disembarking the wreck of his shuttle.
Taking with him a heavy brown cloak, lightsaber, breathing apparatus, and of course macrobinocular goggles. Unlocking one of the emergency hatches and opening it. A strong gust of wind assaults Gabran as the door opens with an audible hum. Fighting against the wind that nearly topples him, he jumps down onto the hard earth. Circling the shuttle to the starboard side reveals a lightning blast. He was not struck by a laser cannon as he had feared.
Gabran steps away from the craft and activates the microbinocular goggles over his eyes. Turning in a slow circle, he sees nothing but ancient volcanic shapes until a large dark object fills the viewlenses.... Bast Castle. It was once Lord Vader's infamous santuary and keep. Switching off the magnification function on his goggles, Gabran steels his nerves to journey to the castle instead of holing up in the shuttle to wait out the storm.
After three hours of treking, Gabran has nearly reached the castle. Raising his head and ignoring the biting winds, he activates the goggles and scans the great manmade monolith made of stone and durasteel over. The castle's viewportals remain dark and empty like the eyesockets of a dead skull. His eyes roam upwards to the battlements atop the castle, scanning over it's parapets and merlons. Again nothing. However the detected presence of the darkside is overpoweringly ominous now. He knew Castle Bast to be the domain of an Dark Jedi clan whom named themselves 'The Black Hand'. Gabran Darkysa journeyed here seeking a master while searching for a purpose!