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"Monstrous creatures..." the man sniffles with a choked up sound in the deep of his voice, "They protect it, and I knew I had to leave right there and then," he looks away from the psychologist towards the window of his recovery room. Right next to him, his shackled wrist clanks against the rail of the bed frame, reminding him how crazy he must sound. He could feel how disturbed he was though, and they were right to analyze his mental state. He most certainly couldn't.
"It was supposed to be in and out in a flash. I'm no Jedi, but I felt something in there. It was dark... cold... unforgiving. I almost seemed like revenge. It drew me in; Curse my own curiosity. Ironically, it was my crew that wanted us to turn back, but it was the Captain that had my back in allowing me to push the search deeper into the space station. The deeper we went, the stronger it felt, and the more I yearned for it... uncontrollably. I couldn't turn back, even if I wanted to. And for the captain, and key members of the crew, there was profit that needed to be made, in order for this trip to be worth it. Hell, it was enough of a risk getting in there, with asteroids coming in every which way. The nav systems must have malfunctioned, and told us that it was as safe as open space, but anyone with eyes would have known better," As he continues on with the story, the doctors and nurse coming in and out of the room, checking vitals and such, you could tell they became enthralled with the story.
A tear rolls down the sideways cheek of the pilot as his mind drifts into the next portion of his story. The nurse that faced him paused a moment over him as the patient's eyes shut tightly as if attempting to forget it, but forced himself to recall instead. The pain was visible on his face as he pushed his emotions through the story with a shutter, "Aah, there was something about the place that brought out the worst in you. I was once a decorated pilot before joining that... crew. But inside of that place, I felt anger. I resented my crew for everything. I don't know how to explain it, but it seemed like I regressed into a childish state, where everything that went wrong in my life was my crew's fault. And I could tell that they felt it too. Well... some of the anyway. Some of them remained normal, but I could almost taste the bitterness from the rest of them. I could see the way they looked at the rest of them, and me. It wasn't long before we started pointing fingers at each other. We fought, we argued, and I can distinctly remember our voices echoing down the empty halls."
"And when we were all ripe and nasty with each other, it happened. Scratching... oh such horrible scratching. It was unbearable, and we could all hear it. So distant at first, but it certainly shut us up quickly. It was like something out of a horror story. We could all feel our hearts leaping out of our chests, and we knew that there was something in the dark that was watching us. At first, the scratching was feint and distant, but as we began to walk away from it, it seemed to grow louder, more numerous, and it felt closer. It sounded closer, yes, but it felt closer all the easier to sense it. As I said before, I'm no Jedi, but I know I could sense it!" The emotion returned to his voice at full throttle as he began to talk louder, as if the sound of the scratching was at the depths of his thoughts.
The doctors and psychologist all together were too enthralled with the story to even notice the Forte in his voice, but rather struck defensive poses all together as they stood nearly frozen in their tracks, doing nothing they were supposed to be. Didn't they have places to be? "It was only too late that we realized we were being herded, and to where we couldn't have possibly known, but I was certain that I didn't want to know. And without warning the rest, I broke off from them, hoping that the creatures would follow them instead. All the while, we were engulfed I fear, and didn't even see their eyes blink once in the piercing darkness. The most horrible thing in the galaxy is being hunted, and not being able to see what is hunting you," he couldn't help, but to shudder at the statement before continuing, "I don't even recall how I got there, but me and the few that broke off with me managed to find our way into a chamber. It was oddly tranquil, illuminated, and I hoped for some god-like being to descend from the light, and tell me it was all going to be alright. For all I knew, the chamber could have been hidden, or in plain view, but there didn't seem to b anything in it apart from the lone statue in the center of the room. I didn't recognize him, but I sure as hell recognized that he was wielding a lightsaber. It's too bad that it was a statue too, because it wasn't able to distinguish whether it was Sith or Jedi, or even some other swordsman. But the plaque beneath the statue seemed to regard him highly from what I could make out of the writing, before I was distracted. He was some sort of hero; It looked like it anyway by his triumphant pose over the rest of the room, standing in the center of the room underneath the only light available."
His eyes seemed to return to normal as they regained their shorter distanced gaze out the bright twilight window, "And almost as if I thought I could be safe, the scratching seemed to find us. Some of s tried to cling to each other, and others pushed each other away. I pushed her. At the time, I felt like it was every man for himself. I pushed her unnecessarily hard though, as if I knew that the light would flicker over her. And I had my eyes on her the entire time. As if the darkness ate her whole, the scratching resumed like it was right inside of my ear, only just long enough for the lights to return only a fraction of a second later, but without here there. My heart, stomach, and everything else they were attached to sunk at that moment. We screamed. I didn't even know I had it in me to do it, but... I... screamed. Again, another flash, and another gone. before I knew it, I was the only one left in a lit room with clicking echoing everywhere. it was only a moment longer before the lights flashed again..."
*Sniffle*
A long silence proceeded, and anxiety filled the listeners. It almost seemed like an impossible situation in which the listeners needed to know how he escaped.
With a dry-sounded opening of his mouth, the psychologist attempted to provoke the answer from him with a solemn sound to him that made it seem like he was attempting to be more professional than the little boy that he was.. enthralled with a myth.
"I... I don't know. All I can remember is collapsing on the ground to face the statue. And at its base, I saw something more beautiful than anything else I've ever seen. I didn't know what it was, and I don't even know what I did after I reached out to touch it. All I can remember is being pulled out of my crashed ship in a daze. I know that I didn't bring any of my crew with me, but I knew they were alive. I didn't know how, but I could feel that they were all still alive. I don't even know how I could navigate the asteroid field in such an impaired state..."
"I think that will be all for today. Get some rest," the doc said, stepping in an ushering out everyone else.
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Duel: Non-Death, Non-Capture, Story Involved
Participants: Arkteleus Krayzen, Triton Octave, Anthoni
After hearing of the relocation of the 'Dynasia' Space Station, and it's secrets, Ark couldn't help but to explore the notion of the space station actually holding something valuable inside. Of 'course, the Sith Crusader managed to hear it third hand; Someone that knew someone else, that knew he individual that heard the story directly from the lips of the pilot... Playing the telephone game seemed to get a few facts mixed up, and hearing about ghosts inhabiting the space station didn't necessarily sound realistic enough. The research that followed though... It was weeks of looking up the former inhabitants' children and grandchildren that once lived on the space station before its evacuation. Each family seemed to have a different story for why they were kicked off the space station. A whim, a flurry of crazy tat seemed to wash over the locals, an illness... The true facts seemed to be lost in the century that the space station was gone. However, every story had some things in common. Every story ad some sort of monster in the closet, and every story had a great treasure described.
The real mystery was how it had become hidden in the first place, only to be miraculously rediscovered again so long ago. There had been the rare accounts of pirates or space travelers accidentally stumbling upon it, but no account until now had been accurate enough to follow the treasure trail to the precise asteroid field that it was hidden within. The accuracy is found in the fact that the mere details of the directions were too much to ignore. Ark cold almost picture it in his own head, when poking around the head of the man that divulged the directions.
A Red Dwarf sun, and asteroid field that seemed to surround that sun, and in the depths of the field, overlooking the Red Sun, was the space station. Massive beyond comprehension, it almost seemed as if there was no real reason why the station was evacuated after being able to hold a half a billion people, housing them, allowing them to work, trade, and live along a hyperspace way. Then what had sent the station into hiding, and apparently upon its own will, since the time it had disappeared, it was supposed to be evacuated. If there was anything irresistible to Ark, it was curiosity. Even is he wasn't a Kushari, he would have been Forced to find out for himself. What exactly was behind this mystery? What is the Mythos of Dynasia?
Attaining the coordinates, the directions, every ounce of information on how to get there, the stories of what happened, the accounts of what the rare few travelers found on the space station, and all of the Lore on Dystasia, it seemed that half the adventure was getting there. But with everything Ark had found out in his meticulous interrogations and relentless researching, the stories had essentially become the Legend. Ark even began to wonder, is this place too much to be real? Often times, when too many stories of the same event or place turn out to be so vastly different, it is not true. It could have simply been the imaginations of a weary traveler... but then, it begs the question, where is that poor pilot's crew?
The research Ark dug up on him, brought to his attention tat the crew he'd worked with was 20 strong. Pirates. Thieves of space. They never distinguished between the supply lines of Rebel nor Empire. Loot was loot, and it was likely that these pirates, whatever happened to them, they deserved it. But deserve it or not, it is one leaf of truth on the entire tree of myths. Could it be possible that the space station in fact exists?
Ark's ship comes to the asteroid field that seems to nearly completely engulf the entire sun within. Unfortunately, the sun, a Red Dwarf, if it does indeed exist, couldn't be seen from outside of the cluster of giant rocks. At the edge of the belt, beacons. They indicate that navigation systems would malfunction within the field. Another leaf. Things were seeming to fall together, like pieces of a puzzle. Ark, boldly pushes forward, the Force screaming at him.
Nervous, not for the piloting skills he lacked to naturally navigate the asteroid belt. Ark had the Force for that. But rather, the Force screamed at him, because it knew they were getting closer. All along the journey, the stories called out to Ark, not only provoking his curiosity, but they dug at something deeper than that, something uncommonly emotional for Ark. Creatures of death, guardians of treasure, and an unknown threat. Was Ark actively seeking his own demise? Why seek out such dangers? Ark, of 'course, was never truly afraid of death, actively seeking out fights from the earliest stages of his career as a Sith, but this was different. There was no real reason for hi to be there. Everything leading up to it would lead any sane man to believe that the threat present on Dynasia was incapable of being fought. The prospect for a treasure was quite slim, but certainly attractive, but it didn't seem to be the reason Ark was drawn to Dynasia. Why was he there? It wasn't curiosity alone, was it? No, it was the Force, an inexplicable pull o his very soul. Ark was compelled to go to Dynasia, whether he wanted to go or not.
And suddenly, there it was. The lone hunk of metal, larger than many of the surrounding asteroids, but seeming to move in unison with the orbit of the rest of the rocks. It was hovering in front of the deep red glow of a dying sun. The Red Dwarf sun previously described. It was real. As Ark got to the station, something deeply rooted within the station seemed to whisper to him like the roar of a wompa. It was meant to be hushed, but it yelled at him with an intensity that was ignorable. It was something disturbed, but not recognizable to a dark sider. If Ark hadn't spent his entire life amongst Dark Siders of the Force, Ark might have easily mistaken it as a Dark Side Aura that shrouded the Space Station. This, however, was neither dark nor light, nor any other shade. It seemed to be more of a Force signature than anything else, distinguishing emotions like pain or despair. It was unsettling to say the least, and it flattened his ears to his head at it rly overwhelmingly Forced itself on Ark as he docked in a lateral port within a dark crevice of the station. Ark didn't need his ship becoming toxic with the excessive radiation exerted by the Red Dwarf.
Sitting in his ship, Ark neglected to power it down, but rather to link it into the systems of the space station. Scanners began to look for life, and nearby were already about 7 life forces picked up on the scanner. they were on the floor below where Ark docked, but it would be an incredibly short walk to them. The only real question is who, or what, he'd find when he got there. Fiddling with the controls on his console, he read that the power levels of the space station were well above normal, filled to capacity. Having life support systems on minimal, not expecting to sustain any life. But unfortunately, Ark couldn't turn them on from his ship, but the space station easily had enough to support a dozen men for several years... If they could find food anyway.
Officially, it had been a month since the pilot had returned from the Space Station, which was more than enough time for the Legend to form, but it was too much time to go without food. It wasn't too likely these life forms were his former crewmates, unless they had some source of food with them. Unsealing the ort, the hiss of decompression, and equalizing atmospheres meld, as the ship opens up into the next room. Because of the excessive levels of power available, Ark shuts down his own systems to leech off of the power sources available to any ship upon docking, would the station have been active. Patting his armor and hips for his lightsabers, Ark checks that he is fully equipped before disembarking the ship. Beckoning to his side, an Astro-Mech rolls up to his side with a whistle and a light illuminating the darkness they walk into, as Ark adopts a sarcastic tone for himself, "Welcome to Dystasia."
"It was supposed to be in and out in a flash. I'm no Jedi, but I felt something in there. It was dark... cold... unforgiving. I almost seemed like revenge. It drew me in; Curse my own curiosity. Ironically, it was my crew that wanted us to turn back, but it was the Captain that had my back in allowing me to push the search deeper into the space station. The deeper we went, the stronger it felt, and the more I yearned for it... uncontrollably. I couldn't turn back, even if I wanted to. And for the captain, and key members of the crew, there was profit that needed to be made, in order for this trip to be worth it. Hell, it was enough of a risk getting in there, with asteroids coming in every which way. The nav systems must have malfunctioned, and told us that it was as safe as open space, but anyone with eyes would have known better," As he continues on with the story, the doctors and nurse coming in and out of the room, checking vitals and such, you could tell they became enthralled with the story.
A tear rolls down the sideways cheek of the pilot as his mind drifts into the next portion of his story. The nurse that faced him paused a moment over him as the patient's eyes shut tightly as if attempting to forget it, but forced himself to recall instead. The pain was visible on his face as he pushed his emotions through the story with a shutter, "Aah, there was something about the place that brought out the worst in you. I was once a decorated pilot before joining that... crew. But inside of that place, I felt anger. I resented my crew for everything. I don't know how to explain it, but it seemed like I regressed into a childish state, where everything that went wrong in my life was my crew's fault. And I could tell that they felt it too. Well... some of the anyway. Some of them remained normal, but I could almost taste the bitterness from the rest of them. I could see the way they looked at the rest of them, and me. It wasn't long before we started pointing fingers at each other. We fought, we argued, and I can distinctly remember our voices echoing down the empty halls."
"And when we were all ripe and nasty with each other, it happened. Scratching... oh such horrible scratching. It was unbearable, and we could all hear it. So distant at first, but it certainly shut us up quickly. It was like something out of a horror story. We could all feel our hearts leaping out of our chests, and we knew that there was something in the dark that was watching us. At first, the scratching was feint and distant, but as we began to walk away from it, it seemed to grow louder, more numerous, and it felt closer. It sounded closer, yes, but it felt closer all the easier to sense it. As I said before, I'm no Jedi, but I know I could sense it!" The emotion returned to his voice at full throttle as he began to talk louder, as if the sound of the scratching was at the depths of his thoughts.
The doctors and psychologist all together were too enthralled with the story to even notice the Forte in his voice, but rather struck defensive poses all together as they stood nearly frozen in their tracks, doing nothing they were supposed to be. Didn't they have places to be? "It was only too late that we realized we were being herded, and to where we couldn't have possibly known, but I was certain that I didn't want to know. And without warning the rest, I broke off from them, hoping that the creatures would follow them instead. All the while, we were engulfed I fear, and didn't even see their eyes blink once in the piercing darkness. The most horrible thing in the galaxy is being hunted, and not being able to see what is hunting you," he couldn't help, but to shudder at the statement before continuing, "I don't even recall how I got there, but me and the few that broke off with me managed to find our way into a chamber. It was oddly tranquil, illuminated, and I hoped for some god-like being to descend from the light, and tell me it was all going to be alright. For all I knew, the chamber could have been hidden, or in plain view, but there didn't seem to b anything in it apart from the lone statue in the center of the room. I didn't recognize him, but I sure as hell recognized that he was wielding a lightsaber. It's too bad that it was a statue too, because it wasn't able to distinguish whether it was Sith or Jedi, or even some other swordsman. But the plaque beneath the statue seemed to regard him highly from what I could make out of the writing, before I was distracted. He was some sort of hero; It looked like it anyway by his triumphant pose over the rest of the room, standing in the center of the room underneath the only light available."
His eyes seemed to return to normal as they regained their shorter distanced gaze out the bright twilight window, "And almost as if I thought I could be safe, the scratching seemed to find us. Some of s tried to cling to each other, and others pushed each other away. I pushed her. At the time, I felt like it was every man for himself. I pushed her unnecessarily hard though, as if I knew that the light would flicker over her. And I had my eyes on her the entire time. As if the darkness ate her whole, the scratching resumed like it was right inside of my ear, only just long enough for the lights to return only a fraction of a second later, but without here there. My heart, stomach, and everything else they were attached to sunk at that moment. We screamed. I didn't even know I had it in me to do it, but... I... screamed. Again, another flash, and another gone. before I knew it, I was the only one left in a lit room with clicking echoing everywhere. it was only a moment longer before the lights flashed again..."
*Sniffle*
A long silence proceeded, and anxiety filled the listeners. It almost seemed like an impossible situation in which the listeners needed to know how he escaped.
With a dry-sounded opening of his mouth, the psychologist attempted to provoke the answer from him with a solemn sound to him that made it seem like he was attempting to be more professional than the little boy that he was.. enthralled with a myth.
"I... I don't know. All I can remember is collapsing on the ground to face the statue. And at its base, I saw something more beautiful than anything else I've ever seen. I didn't know what it was, and I don't even know what I did after I reached out to touch it. All I can remember is being pulled out of my crashed ship in a daze. I know that I didn't bring any of my crew with me, but I knew they were alive. I didn't know how, but I could feel that they were all still alive. I don't even know how I could navigate the asteroid field in such an impaired state..."
"I think that will be all for today. Get some rest," the doc said, stepping in an ushering out everyone else.
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Duel: Non-Death, Non-Capture, Story Involved
Participants: Arkteleus Krayzen, Triton Octave, Anthoni
The Mythos of Dynasia
After hearing of the relocation of the 'Dynasia' Space Station, and it's secrets, Ark couldn't help but to explore the notion of the space station actually holding something valuable inside. Of 'course, the Sith Crusader managed to hear it third hand; Someone that knew someone else, that knew he individual that heard the story directly from the lips of the pilot... Playing the telephone game seemed to get a few facts mixed up, and hearing about ghosts inhabiting the space station didn't necessarily sound realistic enough. The research that followed though... It was weeks of looking up the former inhabitants' children and grandchildren that once lived on the space station before its evacuation. Each family seemed to have a different story for why they were kicked off the space station. A whim, a flurry of crazy tat seemed to wash over the locals, an illness... The true facts seemed to be lost in the century that the space station was gone. However, every story had some things in common. Every story ad some sort of monster in the closet, and every story had a great treasure described.
The real mystery was how it had become hidden in the first place, only to be miraculously rediscovered again so long ago. There had been the rare accounts of pirates or space travelers accidentally stumbling upon it, but no account until now had been accurate enough to follow the treasure trail to the precise asteroid field that it was hidden within. The accuracy is found in the fact that the mere details of the directions were too much to ignore. Ark cold almost picture it in his own head, when poking around the head of the man that divulged the directions.
A Red Dwarf sun, and asteroid field that seemed to surround that sun, and in the depths of the field, overlooking the Red Sun, was the space station. Massive beyond comprehension, it almost seemed as if there was no real reason why the station was evacuated after being able to hold a half a billion people, housing them, allowing them to work, trade, and live along a hyperspace way. Then what had sent the station into hiding, and apparently upon its own will, since the time it had disappeared, it was supposed to be evacuated. If there was anything irresistible to Ark, it was curiosity. Even is he wasn't a Kushari, he would have been Forced to find out for himself. What exactly was behind this mystery? What is the Mythos of Dynasia?
Attaining the coordinates, the directions, every ounce of information on how to get there, the stories of what happened, the accounts of what the rare few travelers found on the space station, and all of the Lore on Dystasia, it seemed that half the adventure was getting there. But with everything Ark had found out in his meticulous interrogations and relentless researching, the stories had essentially become the Legend. Ark even began to wonder, is this place too much to be real? Often times, when too many stories of the same event or place turn out to be so vastly different, it is not true. It could have simply been the imaginations of a weary traveler... but then, it begs the question, where is that poor pilot's crew?
The research Ark dug up on him, brought to his attention tat the crew he'd worked with was 20 strong. Pirates. Thieves of space. They never distinguished between the supply lines of Rebel nor Empire. Loot was loot, and it was likely that these pirates, whatever happened to them, they deserved it. But deserve it or not, it is one leaf of truth on the entire tree of myths. Could it be possible that the space station in fact exists?
Ark's ship comes to the asteroid field that seems to nearly completely engulf the entire sun within. Unfortunately, the sun, a Red Dwarf, if it does indeed exist, couldn't be seen from outside of the cluster of giant rocks. At the edge of the belt, beacons. They indicate that navigation systems would malfunction within the field. Another leaf. Things were seeming to fall together, like pieces of a puzzle. Ark, boldly pushes forward, the Force screaming at him.
Nervous, not for the piloting skills he lacked to naturally navigate the asteroid belt. Ark had the Force for that. But rather, the Force screamed at him, because it knew they were getting closer. All along the journey, the stories called out to Ark, not only provoking his curiosity, but they dug at something deeper than that, something uncommonly emotional for Ark. Creatures of death, guardians of treasure, and an unknown threat. Was Ark actively seeking his own demise? Why seek out such dangers? Ark, of 'course, was never truly afraid of death, actively seeking out fights from the earliest stages of his career as a Sith, but this was different. There was no real reason for hi to be there. Everything leading up to it would lead any sane man to believe that the threat present on Dynasia was incapable of being fought. The prospect for a treasure was quite slim, but certainly attractive, but it didn't seem to be the reason Ark was drawn to Dynasia. Why was he there? It wasn't curiosity alone, was it? No, it was the Force, an inexplicable pull o his very soul. Ark was compelled to go to Dynasia, whether he wanted to go or not.
And suddenly, there it was. The lone hunk of metal, larger than many of the surrounding asteroids, but seeming to move in unison with the orbit of the rest of the rocks. It was hovering in front of the deep red glow of a dying sun. The Red Dwarf sun previously described. It was real. As Ark got to the station, something deeply rooted within the station seemed to whisper to him like the roar of a wompa. It was meant to be hushed, but it yelled at him with an intensity that was ignorable. It was something disturbed, but not recognizable to a dark sider. If Ark hadn't spent his entire life amongst Dark Siders of the Force, Ark might have easily mistaken it as a Dark Side Aura that shrouded the Space Station. This, however, was neither dark nor light, nor any other shade. It seemed to be more of a Force signature than anything else, distinguishing emotions like pain or despair. It was unsettling to say the least, and it flattened his ears to his head at it rly overwhelmingly Forced itself on Ark as he docked in a lateral port within a dark crevice of the station. Ark didn't need his ship becoming toxic with the excessive radiation exerted by the Red Dwarf.
Sitting in his ship, Ark neglected to power it down, but rather to link it into the systems of the space station. Scanners began to look for life, and nearby were already about 7 life forces picked up on the scanner. they were on the floor below where Ark docked, but it would be an incredibly short walk to them. The only real question is who, or what, he'd find when he got there. Fiddling with the controls on his console, he read that the power levels of the space station were well above normal, filled to capacity. Having life support systems on minimal, not expecting to sustain any life. But unfortunately, Ark couldn't turn them on from his ship, but the space station easily had enough to support a dozen men for several years... If they could find food anyway.
Officially, it had been a month since the pilot had returned from the Space Station, which was more than enough time for the Legend to form, but it was too much time to go without food. It wasn't too likely these life forms were his former crewmates, unless they had some source of food with them. Unsealing the ort, the hiss of decompression, and equalizing atmospheres meld, as the ship opens up into the next room. Because of the excessive levels of power available, Ark shuts down his own systems to leech off of the power sources available to any ship upon docking, would the station have been active. Patting his armor and hips for his lightsabers, Ark checks that he is fully equipped before disembarking the ship. Beckoning to his side, an Astro-Mech rolls up to his side with a whistle and a light illuminating the darkness they walk into, as Ark adopts a sarcastic tone for himself, "Welcome to Dystasia."