Jaime
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1,022 ABY, Zeltros, seven hours after the Escape...
Zeltros is a damned vacation spot? the escaped prisoner thought as he climbed out of the crashed 'commandeered' ship he had taken off Raxus Prime after his escape. What in the kriff do the richies see in this place?
Cal-doran grunted as he fell into the bog he had crashed into. Grimy, disgusting, and rank tasting swamp water entered into his mouth as he made a sour face. He spewed it out, coughing. He wiped his mouth and began to attempt to walk toward the end of the small stream. He got to a tree and tried to balance himself against it, laying a hand on the oak to no avail. He fell on his arse and sat against the wood, breathing in pain and exhaustion.
The escaped Jedi had tried to NOT crash the ship; he tried with all his might bat as soon as he exited hyperspace at Zeltros, the ship ran out of fuel and began its slow and agonizingly annoying float to orbit, then skyrocketed down onto the planets surface. He was surprised he was not dead; the remains of his ship that he just climbed out of was his cockpit only. The rest of the ship was completely disintegrated, now one with the planet.
Grimacing, he brought out his cloth bag of all of his worldly possessions out, opening it. His weapons, the only ones of which he possessed were a shiv, half an electro-staff, and a blaster with no more energy left in it, no rounds, nothing. That was pretty much it besides the crackers he stole from the prison on Raxus Prime before his escape, which he now was eating savagely. He sniffled and wiped his hands off after he was done. "Tastes better than when they're in the prison. Wierd," he mumbled under his breath to himself.
He sat there for a while, wondering what to do. He could try and find the many giant Zeltronian cities, but it looked like he was far from any sort of civilization. He then remembered what had happened at the prison; he used the Force. He didn't just use it. He USED it. If he could concentrate with everything he had, perhaps he could send out a call through the Force to bring another Jedi here to assist him.
He concentrated with everything he had, meditated, cleared his mind. He was sweating, it was a cold sweat, but still a sweat with the effort. He was calm throughout all of it. He sent out a single word through the Force to anyone that was listening:
"Help".
Zeltros is a damned vacation spot? the escaped prisoner thought as he climbed out of the crashed 'commandeered' ship he had taken off Raxus Prime after his escape. What in the kriff do the richies see in this place?
Cal-doran grunted as he fell into the bog he had crashed into. Grimy, disgusting, and rank tasting swamp water entered into his mouth as he made a sour face. He spewed it out, coughing. He wiped his mouth and began to attempt to walk toward the end of the small stream. He got to a tree and tried to balance himself against it, laying a hand on the oak to no avail. He fell on his arse and sat against the wood, breathing in pain and exhaustion.
The escaped Jedi had tried to NOT crash the ship; he tried with all his might bat as soon as he exited hyperspace at Zeltros, the ship ran out of fuel and began its slow and agonizingly annoying float to orbit, then skyrocketed down onto the planets surface. He was surprised he was not dead; the remains of his ship that he just climbed out of was his cockpit only. The rest of the ship was completely disintegrated, now one with the planet.
Grimacing, he brought out his cloth bag of all of his worldly possessions out, opening it. His weapons, the only ones of which he possessed were a shiv, half an electro-staff, and a blaster with no more energy left in it, no rounds, nothing. That was pretty much it besides the crackers he stole from the prison on Raxus Prime before his escape, which he now was eating savagely. He sniffled and wiped his hands off after he was done. "Tastes better than when they're in the prison. Wierd," he mumbled under his breath to himself.
He sat there for a while, wondering what to do. He could try and find the many giant Zeltronian cities, but it looked like he was far from any sort of civilization. He then remembered what had happened at the prison; he used the Force. He didn't just use it. He USED it. If he could concentrate with everything he had, perhaps he could send out a call through the Force to bring another Jedi here to assist him.
He concentrated with everything he had, meditated, cleared his mind. He was sweating, it was a cold sweat, but still a sweat with the effort. He was calm throughout all of it. He sent out a single word through the Force to anyone that was listening:
"Help".
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