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[Darth Turbogeek]

Night.

Silence of the dark with the heaviness of humidity deadening any sounds that nocternal movement.

A cool breeze blew from the north, wafting away the residual heat of the twin suns that had set a couple of hours earlier. Not too far away, a flash of lightning flickered, many seconds later a faint drumbeat of thunder echoed across the plain. The siloette of trees, long grass. The smell of ozone and leaves. Another bolt dimly lit the plain, a small rodent paused then scampered up a tree. A predator watched intently, waiting for the moment when it's meal for the evening would be caught. Far overhead, a shrill tiny cry of a flying animal late for it's roost but with food its young.

A slightly bigger puff of breze, then stillness as the far away storm rolled on, unseen by any but the deziens of the night.

The human slowly opened his eyes as he awoke, as if his mind was in the bottom of a long deep dark pit, struggling to come over the ledge to achieve clarity. It took several minutes to even get a grip on just understanding what was above his head - stars, a flying cloud, grass leaning over his prone form. He coughed, breathed in deep as he felt his mind get the smallest grip out of the haze it was in. another moment, then it finally formed a thought.

What the ?

He felt his eyes go dry, remembered to blink. He looked at the grass leaning over his face, struggling to work out what it was. Again a moment, then it conencted

I seem to be lying in long grass

Another part of his mind seemed to laugh and mock. No shit detective, what next you gonna work out? He closed his eyes, which seemed to help roll back the mental fog a bit more, as well as moving..... fingers? arms? He slowly worked out how to place his arms at his side and try to sit up, which was met with a huge burst of painful light and a wave of nausea. Eventually it retreated and he managed to sit up slowly, his eyes making out the dim details of where he lay, his mind seemingly dragging from it's depths names and references. A knarled tree above him. Fragrant grasses and a couple of flowers. He surveyed about him, assessing as his mind fought back the fuzziess. His hand brushed cool metal by his side, he glanced and saw the form of..... he struggled to think what it was until the connection was made, the blaster became familiar.

Gun. Okay. Is that good?

A bit more looking about saw more objects. While he couldnt recognse them, he had two med packs, a bag of rations, a blaster rifle and a long cylinder. Next to the cylinder was three bottles, two empty, the third with water. Nearby was a rock with a shiney what appeared to be damp patch on it. There seemed to be other objects about that he couldnt immediatly id and his face began to throb. He touched where the throbbing was worse, felt a slice of ...... a bandage? on it. The dampness and the throbbing seemed to be related. He considered it but his mind refused to make the conenction, much to his frustration. He felt around again, coming across a smallish device with a large button on it, curious, his clicked and was dazzled by the bright light that was emitted. Blinking and turning his head away, he waited for his eyes to get used to the increased lumination, seeing around him. The lamp itself he realised didnt have much of a light reach, only showing a couple of meters - now he saw a larger backpack, more bottles, some other equipment and flattened grass around the rock. He shone the lamp at the tree, seeing it's leaves and branches waving slightly in the breeze. The lamp was clicked off, he allowed his eyes to readjusted to the darkness, even as the storm occassionaly lit up much wider areas

I seem to be on a wide plain.

Another wave of nausea and pain made him groan, but it receeded somewhat faster and with it, more of the fog that was making working out where he was and what happened so hard and frustrating. is stomach rumbled, then he farted quite abruptly and loudly, a bellowing trumpet into the night. A moment, then he farted even louder. For some reason this struck him as absurd - no idea what was going on, no idea where he was and yet he was ass trumpeting to the wider world without caring. Something in the back of his mind didnt think this was the wisest idea - neither did his nose a couple of seconds later. It was seriously rank, but the breeze took it away, replacing the rotten ass smell with fresh grass and the faint scent of flowers.

It occured to him that he could have ended up in a much worse postion - apparently he had useful things, the area he was in had nothing bigger than a rodent and for now he could wiggle to the tree, lean back and aloow the fog to slowly clear a bit more.

Eventually, with not much more he could do or figure out, he decided to close his eyes and sleep naturally. Daylight might bring something close to answers.

[Darth Turbogeek]

Daylight.

The first of the sun were just emerging from behind the far off hills. The coolness of the early morning a marked contrast from the heat and humidity of yesterday's evening. The air was still - no clouds, no reminder of the storm that had been there only a couple of hours before. He was already awake, back against the tree, mind somewhat less fogged but still with no recollection of where, whom or what. In fact, everything from before his awakening last evening was just a blank. Not an effect of the lingering fog in his mind, but something which he really couldnt describe, altho he did percieve he did at one point know. It just wasnt there anymore, the description of what was going on. Others might have been frustrated, he was, even in this state a patient and calm being, so for now he put the question to one side and sat up. And immediatly regretted it as his head burst with pain and a wave of nausea hit. He kept himself upright as his mind cleared and the pain receded, to leave a dull throb. Blinking, he looked about - not much more than grass and far off hills. Odd he knew what those were, most of the items that he could see about him - others eluded him. The cylinder that was next to the gun ..... a light sword? Light beam? Lightsabre? He connected it was a weapon. His? Probably.

He reached for a bottle, found the one with water, took a sip. The water seemed to help the throbbing die off, he upended it annd drank the rest of the contents. Again, probably not the smartest of things to do, but right now it was welcome and rolled back the fog in his mind some more. A few minutes later, he used the tree to slowly, slowly gain his feet..... as his brain stabilised he looked up and finally surveyed properly where he was. And farted again. The plain itself was huge - a savanna of grass, some trees, animals that flew and in the distance something moving and grazing the lush growth. He looked around, slowly coming to terms with the vast empty plain...... and a crashed speeder about 20 meteres behind him.

That's..... hmmmm, is that why I'm here?

The though was dismissed just s quickly because it was evident the wreck was not recent. Grasses had grown around scattered metal, altho some residue scorch marks were still visible. Not recent, but not too long ago. He was curious how he knew had worked that one out, then decided that maybe he should give the wreck a look over. A step or two that bought more headspins, a pause, then he stepped with somewhat more confidence, the short distance covered slowly but it was covered.

Seems mostly intact - there's some debris that are about and I can see some ploughing. I think..... not entirely out of control when it crashed. Slow enough that it didnt break up

A bit more of a look around and while he couldnt really say how he knew, there was pieces of landing gear, an engine, part of a wing. Another larger piece he approached, saw a shattered canopy. Probably where the pilot was. Were? Maybe? It looked possible to survive? He took ahold of the clear but charred material, pulled it back. It gave way with a screech.

No.... not survivable. That's pretty ugly

He was willing to et the pilot's death was fast, or at least he hoped so. A piece of metal protruded from where the ribs would have been, a skull in a helmet with rotted features stared blankly back at him. Gloved hands on the control surfaces. Dark stains everywhere, not just from a fire. Something on the front control surfaces that was black and probably not healthy to touch. Morbidly, he wondered if it was the pilot's guts. Given the size and probable force that it would have taken for hte metal to have been punched through, it was very likely. Somehow he knew this wasnt the worst thing he had ever seen. And anyway, the pilot was well dead, there would be no problem having a bit of a dig though the cockpit? Nope, and also he checked the corpse for anything that could have id'ed , it turned out to be her. He found an ID card, a small blaster, some datachits, a few belongings in a bag and also another round and long cylinder, much like the one he had - somewhat shorter and for a more slender hand. Something in his mind old him that was important and.... maybe suggest a conenction? After all, hee likewise had one of these cylinders, his being quite old and worn, this one fairly new and polished. Even after the crash and whatever it had been exposed to, the cylinder was a beautiful well cared for silver.

He also noted in passing the speeder was for one person. That definantly ruled out his present condition being related to the crash. Well at least directly.

It took about three hours to retrieve all he could find useful fromt he wreck. He piled it up near the tree, meanwhile the second sun was rising whiel the first was beginning to show off it's power. It was also humid and he was sweating. The side of his head was throbbing again and he was quite thirsty. Three bottles tho

Humid means there has been rain. Grasses are green and trees have leaves. Water is about.

There was a line of trees about 200 meters away. That seemed like a good place to start to look and something from the mind fog said that he was right. Me picked up the bottles and began to make is way in that direction, every few monutes turnning to make sure he had landmarked the tree he had woken near and the wreck.

[Darth Turbogeek]

The line of trees did indeed line water. Even better, it was no muddly puddle, but a clear and cool stream. The water was slow moving and occasionally deeper - the area abutting land were sandy. You probably could not have asked for better and the first hands dipped in water bowl was confirmation the water was of at least decent quality. He drank deeply, sat back and considered.

Might be a good place to wait out the heat?

Also possibly a good time to get clean too. It took him a bit of time to work out how to take off the outer armour he wore - black and grey, seen better days but still sturdy. The jacket under was sweat soaked and stank, not to mention the underclothes. He simply stripped off and dived in - came up and looked over his arms, scarred and creased with patches.

(Writer's note - As I have no intention of otherwise revealing in character, I'll make a note for readers and myself. This isnt the typical "badass" scars and war wounds you might expect from my charcters and no, this guy ISNT a rewrite or a continuation and I'm using amnesia to re-establish a character -this being simply was in a crash landing of a space cruiser and barely got out alive as a Padawan. There's nothing more than he/she was really fucked up and needed a lot of work afterwards. I'll probably goign forward throw in more notes, mainly because I'm literally making things up as I go, so a few notes will help flesh out and develop whatever this turns out to be. Amnesia is being used to insert a character into a larger RP universe that I rather admittedly dont know much about anymore. And it also allows for backstory making shit up as I go)

He spent an hour cleaning and swimming, enjoying the cool waters while it was still shaded. As the suns moved overhead, he spread out his clothes and armour to dry off, them he himself found a nice hollow that would stay shaded, sat back. A ration bar was pulled out, eaten and more water.

Lets see about this..... cylinder I foundHe retrieved the dead Jedi's cylinder, looked it over, found a few buttons. Looking down what appeared to be an emitter end, he pressed one of them. It was only pure luck that the beam of light didnt spear him through the eyes, he barely got his head out of the way as the green blade sprang to life and speared the tree behind him. He yelped in surprise, barely keeping hold of the deadly object.

That...... wasnt a good idea! Yeah, no shit detective how did you work that one out?

The weapon looked like a sword of sorts. He gave it an experimental wrist flick, it cut the grasses with no effort and a sizzle. A rodent yelped as the end of it's tail smouldered and bolted somewhere a lot safer. Even more curious, he flicked the blade through a small branch with no effort. The mind fog wasnt letting up but he felt that.... here was something familiar. Not the device in hand but others like it. And to be honest, if he allowed his arm to move by itself, it seemed to be quite capable of controlling it's gyroscopic effect. Hmmmm. So, likely he was trained in the weapon's use. Something he filed as "Good to know"

Also good to know there was enough shade and water. The twin suns were rapidly raising the temperature and the humidity was climbing - this was a good palce to wait both out and move back to the wreck towards evening while there was still light.

[Darth Turbogeek]

A few hours past, a bit of sleep, the suns were setting and the heat of the day was drifting away. A breeze also bought relief as he stood up, much steadier on his legs even tho the wound on his face was throbbing and dribbling blood. Retrieving the now dry garments and armour, he put the whole lot on, then walked back to the speeder wreck. A small beep on his wrist drew his attention, a small readount on an arm guantlett. It was asking if the cooling system could be turned on. He touched the yes icon and immediatly the armour began to shed heat - even in the approaching twilight, the outfit was rather hot and sweaty. He took another good dig around the wreckage, found a few more items then pooled them all under the nearby tree.

He looked over the datachits, put them to one side while taking a med pack apart. The wound on his head was throbbing now and he realised he needed pain relief before it got any worse. How exactly he knew was a good question but not one he was going to answer with a head still bleeding and a monster headache. A field dressing to the surprisingly long cut to the head, a dose of a anathestic. A few mnutes later, his head was as clear as it had been since wakening into this and the blood was no longer dripping. He then picked up one of the objects he hadnt recognised..... saw a slot in it that matched the size of the datachits. Okay, that seemed like a good thing to try out - he took one of the chits, inserted, found what seemed to be a power button, flicked the datareader on.

Right...looks like I have something. Jedi Knight Caarla Trelse from Arcan IV here to investigate sighting of a Dark Jedi. Looks like I have what intel she managed to gather. Requested to come here by Terrenalists officials to investigate murders by a device that left behind microthin cuts with burn edges.

He considered that, then looked over what he presumed was the dead Jedi's light... wait he had seen the word for it in the Jedi's datachit .... lightsabre! He considered back at the creek, then carefully picked up the lightsabre. He got up, looked at a piece of the wreckage, ignited the weapon then stuck at it with the blade. It cut cleanly...... in a microfine cut with a glowing hot edge.

She was looking for someone who killed others with one of these things.

Hmmmmmmm. Something else clicked about the corpse. One of the legs seemed to have broken but now it didnt seem like it was accident related. A check of the body confirmed the leg bone was cleanly cut- impossible to tell now if there had been any burnt edges with the fire the crash had caused but he didnt doubt there would have been. Another look and he now saw a far too perfect crack in the cockpit on the correct side of the leg that had been amputated. The angle of the crack also indicated the speeder had most likely been airborne at the time the sabre had made the cut. After considering that, he walked to the rear of the speeder, leaned down and ruffled the grasses to find drag marks on the soil. After some more ruffling, he found the marks were about 40 meters long. Despite his lack of memory, something in his mind clicked on

Slowish crash. Low angle of approach. Most likely meant the pilot was still alive when she crashed, altho if her leg had indeed but cut while flying, she would have had huge blood loss and wasnt long for this world anyway. The crash finished her off.

That to him made sense. Also meant the actual sabre cut was made not far from here, he doubted the blood loss would have allowed for anything beyond a couple of minutes flight.

Which lead to a really good question - how had he come here and where from? There was nothing other than plains he could see, there was no possible transport...... and no real sign in what direction to go. Giving the plain one more survey, he walked back to the tree, sat down and looked over the items he had for any clue. Nothing really stood out but there was a device that said "Beacon". He frowned, looking the device over. A small latch opened up a compartment, revealing buttons and a red label saying "Emergency use only" and an arrow pointing to a red sqaure pressswitch.

He pressed the button, conceding that while he wasnt in any danger now, he was utterly lost and that wound probably needed to be looked at. The device beeped and a green light began to flash slowly.

Setting it down, hee reached over for another card, hoping it might shed light on what was going on.

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Nearly 50 kms away, a databoard lit up as it picked up the beacon's signal. Two beings in the room glanced at each other, suddenly apprehenive.

"That's the beacon we gave the Jedi?"

"Ummmm.... looks like it. Also looks like he tripped the emergency signal"

The other being stared for a second at the databoard. "Shhiiiiiiiit. Caarla goes missing and the Jedi they sent to find her is also in trouble? Not good"

"At least he got a call out, we have a chance to find out what's going on. Might mean he is okay, just needs to get back here in a hurry?"

"Well, whatever it is, the Jedi have helped us stay out of the Empire's thumb. Lets get a rescue party formed"

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Derellium: agricultural world, famous locally in the Cronese Magnate for it's wine. Derellium was an original member of the Kingdom of Cron and -

Lilaena De'Ville dismissed the information from the console of the Ne'ta Prudii. None of the tourist information included in the planetary database was new, or helpful. The Tion Cluster was rimward from the new Jedi stronghold of Ossus, and was home to almost six hundred habitable worlds, of which one was Derellium.

She looked out the windscreen of the YT-1760 llight freighter at the wholly unremarkable spaceport, and shrugged into her light brown leather jacket. "Stay with the ship," she instructed Jeng, the tall Mando'ade who led the squad she'd brought with her. "I'll be in touch soon."

He nodded, saluting with a fist to his breast. "Ori'jate, Manda'lor."

De'Ville returned the salute, and then made her way down the ramp to where Zereth Lancer was waiting. She put a pair of oversized shades on, covering her facial scar, and smiled. "Shall we visit the vineyards?"

[Darth Turbogeek]

The third datachit was exactly what he wanted. While the first chit contained the mission, the third was a diary of sorts - dates, places hte Jedi went, notes about what she was doing. It wasnt as good as he would have liked, but given what he had, it was a good start.

He was on Dereillium, a farming world. Caarla was indeed a Jedi, a Knight by rank. She was born on Arcan IV, but she had lived here since something called Order 66, going into hiding from the Empire. Scrolling through the data, she had linked up with a small group of other Jedi survivors of Order 66, setting up a small quorum on a planet not far away. A life spent subverting the Empire, then when the rebellion came, she had helped free the world. Her local exploits were fairly ordinary it appeared - helping settle disputes, catch criminals, healing and studying - occasionally contacting other Jedi who it seemed also appeared here. A few images were on the card, he counted 4 others as well as two other characters, one identified as a smuggler and the other a inventor of sorts. One particularly caught his eye - a image of Caarla, calm and relaxed with a taller humaniod, a face that looked like it had been patched together after melting, hands in front......

He looked at his own hands, compared to the image. He wasnt 100% certain but the flows and scars looked very similar to his own. The Jedi in the image appeared to be called Master Librarian, referred to a few times in other entries. Mostly about providing information about tasks Caarla was having problems with. He sat back, thinking this over - so he was probably a Jedi too and his name was Master Librarian. That.... did seem to feel correct, he didnt know how but there was a certainty about that.

Caarla also wrote about something called The Force. She seemed to have some sort of conenction to it and the other Jedi mentioned also - Master Librarian was referred to as telling things to Caarla after "Meditation and revelation on the The Force".

So that probably meant that woudl be something he would need to find out more about.

Towards the end of the chit, he noted that quite recently Caarla had become aware of another group of Jedi at a place called Ossus. She had informed the others, it appeared they viewed that with suspcion, but were carefully seeing if that was true. It seemed he had chosen not to go with the others and was conversing with Caarla about other things that troubled her..... and then he got to the final entry.

Today I talked to Master Librarian again about the situation on Derellium and the mysterious deaths that had been occuring - My investigations lead me to believe where had best a rouge Jedi, at worst a Sith. Master Librarian doubts a Sith could be here but suggests a Dark Jedi, one given over the Dark Side. He agreed that the murders bear the marks of a lightsabre and with the frequency as well as the targets, this Dark Jedi is clearly making his or her move. What exactly they want is unclear, Librarian suggest that this Dark Jedi is planning to take control of the planet. The targets have been getting closer to Terrenalist and going up the power chain. I will be going to the warehouse district where the last couple of murders occured to see if I can get more leads. Master Librarian is concerned with what the senses in The Force and would prefer I waited until the others of our group return, hopefully with the knowledge there really is more Jedi on Ossus. I am hopeful - we have been alone for so long and not much hope of ever seeing more survivors like us - we have heard of others and in the Rebellion the Jedi stories we have heard make us think it is very likely the rumour of Ossus is true. Besst and Horfour remain dubious but have gone with Wedert to find the truth in the matter. Master Librarian urges me to be cautious - we have not faced a Darksider and if the stories of the Sith and Vader are true, then we do face a foe that could be greater than all of us can deal with. I would have liked Master Librarian to have gone to investigate Ossus and have had Besst for my backup - as knowledgeable as Master is with the Force and or resources, he is not a warrior like Besst and I would sorely miss his skill if things get out of hand too fast. My hope is for the best, but I cannot wonder if the Dark Side has finally caught up with us and we are to be swept aside. I shall remain as vigilante as I can.

There was more, but he skimmed it, now knowing that the Dark Sider she feared had been here and it appeared had claimed her life, most likely close to this spot. In the deepening dusk, he got up, stretched and decided to walk a bit, processing all he had read. After a few minutes of aimless wandering, he caught the scent of something and the buzz of something small to his left. A few more steps.....

An....arm? Cant be Caarla's.

Intriged, he picked it up. Only warmed by the day's heat, rigid and yet..... not rotted? Definantly looked nothing like Caarla's corpse, it only had a faint disagreeable odour. That didnt mean anything to him but it was an interesting fact and something told him it was. If anything, it seemed that the chances of however he had got here, what had happened to him and this arm were linked.

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The Jedi that had come to aid in our search for Jedi Knight Caarla Terlse has set off his emergency beacon. We do not know the nature of why he has done so, but with what Terlse was investigating, we would ask for help. The beacon has his location and we can help you get there and well as provide backup - The Jedi that came here did not want that, but we now believe in light of a second Jedi either missing or in trouble, it would be wise as whatever could cause trouble for two Jedi will be extremely dangerous. We ask for someone to come quickly as we doubt we could handle this alone


The two of them looked over the message.

"I hope that explains enough"

"Yes it does I think - but will they come?"

The Governor considered. "I dont know. That Jedi that looks like a melted blob - Can he be trusted?"

"Caarla seems to think so, if she left request to contact him if she was to go missing."

"But.... why do you think he specifically stated for us to contact Ossus if he needed help? Are there more Jedi there? Isnt that planet.... deserted?"

The aide considered. "Honestly... I dont know. But we trust Caarla, she has never let us down or given us reason to doubt her judgement. If she wanted that Jedi to come for her, then she must believe in him as well"

"And if she trusts that other Jedi's judgement, then we can trust him. And if there are more Jedi, they would be most welcome"

[Zereth Lancer]

"When in Coronet..." was Zereth's reply as he waited for Lilaena to join him on the ground. The former Sith Knight was dressed far more casually than he preferred. Gone was his cloak and hood, and in it's place was a sleeveless black tunic that left his pale arms bare. Matching loose trousers were keep him looking in fashion without sacrificing mobility. Silver accented everything. His lightsabre was hidden in a pocket, and he also slipped a pair of shades to cover his red mottled eyes. Half his hair was pulled back tightly n a topknot that flowed into the rest of his hair that cascaded down his back.

He was not completely comfortable with this... excursion. It seemed pointless. He hardly expected them to find anything out here. Still, they had an obligation to answer any rumor or whisper. Perhaps he needed to relax a bit, and sample the local fair. Even now, in disguise, he walked like a warrior. Heavy footed, eyes always scanning for danger, his hand not drifting far from his hilt.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Following up on a rumor of Jedi activity in the Cronese Magnate had brought the two darksiders to Derellium. With little more than whispers to go on, the entire planet was much too big to properly search. De'Ville had meditated for hours, seeking guidance...or at least a nudge in the right direction. Jedi were an extremely rare commodity in the galaxy, and a rumor could reference any sort of Force activity as "Jedi." People just didn't know any better anymore.

Curiousity...and something more...brought them to Derellium. And with little else to go on, they were going to play tourist, go to wine tastings, and keep their ears open. Something interesting was bound to happen. De'Ville could feel it.

At Criax Vineyards they settled down to their first array of wines to taste, no more than a sip in their glasses. Lilaena swirled hers around and sniffed it cautiously, brushing her dark curls out of her face before tasting it. "Not bad." She looked over at Zereth, who was trying to look like he was relaxed and enjoying himself, but actually looked like a panther stuck in a too-small cage. "Are you much of a wine drinker, Zer?"

The girl behind the tasting counter presented Lilaena with another wine to try, a dry white this time. De'Ville accepted it and smiled, stretching her senses, trying to get a feel for the place. A display of Force power might bring the rumors to the front, but no need to show their hand quite yet.

[Zereth Lancer]

"I prefer it to other fermented beverages. I rarely indulge." Zereth replied as he tested his own sample, a obnoxiously sweet dessert wine that was quite overpowering on it's own without anything to compliment it. If it wasn't the wine that put a sour look on his face it was the way Lilaena shortened his name. "I did tend vineyards in my youth. Someday I will return and sample the wine that my hands wrought. The wine here is quite nice." He was hardly an expect. The wine here was quite better than what he had tasted in the past. The Jiraiyan vineyards had been one of many sources of toil when he was learning their ways, and was not something he ever intended to share with his companions. The hidden order would stay just that.

Trading the dessert wine for a pink one he enjoyed the much more tempered flavor. His eyes moved behind the lenses, ever searching, always looking. The sun was bearing down on his pale skin. He was regretting the lack of sleeves now. There was nothing to hide the many scars and bruises that marred the flesh. The others gathered for the wine tasting had not noticed. How could they, with their noses so high in the air. It was amazing they could move about with bumping into each other. Not his crowd, but one that he could easily hide within if he employed his illusions. He held off, for fear of what it might attract.