(OOC: Open to the first three people to post here. It’ll be a gritty thriller for a potential rescue mission on the harsh planet of Abyssm.)
“Can anyone hear me??” The Commando called out into his makeshift long range com device that was powered by the remaining juice of one of the last ARC-170s still in the hangar.
“This is Commander Winters, Clone number RC-5175. We have crash landed on the planet titled Abyssm. Our ship has no power and we are trapped in the main hangar. There are eight of us- seven still in stasis pods -that remain after the crash.” Winters heard the loud crash of thunder rattle the old ship around him. He kept the message on a loop and hoped and prayed that someone would hear it.
As far as rations went, he had enough for another day. As far as water went, it appeared there was a leak somewhere as it was slowly pooling in from the walls- which meant they must have crashed in either a river or a lake of some sort. As far as air went, they’d be fine. Winters didn’t want to die from starvation. That was very not cool and way more painful than going out in an epic explosion or starship crash.
The poor clone had awakened from his slumber first and decided to let the other seven of his brethren sleep in a bit. He found the corpse of his Jedi General, but it looked like he had been dead for a while. There was only tough and course grey skin that bound the dead force-user’s skinny and fragile body together. Winters guessed that his General died from internal bleeding as his stomach and torso were severely messed up.
What happened? How long were they asleep? All would be answered in time- or that’s what Winters hoped. He dreaded the lingering thought that he was going to die here in this cold and damp hangar and that his brothers would sleep on endlessly until someone found Winters’ own rotted corpse.
…
The ship had indeed crashed into a river surrounded by dense forest. Unknown to Winters, large Titans had made parts of the ship their home and territory while more Titans outside the ship awaited for wanderers and travelers to snatch in their grimy jaws. Abyssm was no planet for the feint of heart, nor the weak minded. You needed to be on your toes constantly.
Mighty winged Titans with axe-like beaks and pike shaped tails ruled the sky while thousands of different Titans roamed the earth for prey and water.
“Can anyone hear me??” The Commando called out into his makeshift long range com device that was powered by the remaining juice of one of the last ARC-170s still in the hangar.
“This is Commander Winters, Clone number RC-5175. We have crash landed on the planet titled Abyssm. Our ship has no power and we are trapped in the main hangar. There are eight of us- seven still in stasis pods -that remain after the crash.” Winters heard the loud crash of thunder rattle the old ship around him. He kept the message on a loop and hoped and prayed that someone would hear it.
As far as rations went, he had enough for another day. As far as water went, it appeared there was a leak somewhere as it was slowly pooling in from the walls- which meant they must have crashed in either a river or a lake of some sort. As far as air went, they’d be fine. Winters didn’t want to die from starvation. That was very not cool and way more painful than going out in an epic explosion or starship crash.
The poor clone had awakened from his slumber first and decided to let the other seven of his brethren sleep in a bit. He found the corpse of his Jedi General, but it looked like he had been dead for a while. There was only tough and course grey skin that bound the dead force-user’s skinny and fragile body together. Winters guessed that his General died from internal bleeding as his stomach and torso were severely messed up.
What happened? How long were they asleep? All would be answered in time- or that’s what Winters hoped. He dreaded the lingering thought that he was going to die here in this cold and damp hangar and that his brothers would sleep on endlessly until someone found Winters’ own rotted corpse.
…
The ship had indeed crashed into a river surrounded by dense forest. Unknown to Winters, large Titans had made parts of the ship their home and territory while more Titans outside the ship awaited for wanderers and travelers to snatch in their grimy jaws. Abyssm was no planet for the feint of heart, nor the weak minded. You needed to be on your toes constantly.
Mighty winged Titans with axe-like beaks and pike shaped tails ruled the sky while thousands of different Titans roamed the earth for prey and water.
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