Independent Krake Sabus

[Krake]

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Krake Sabus

Aliases	N/a
Class(es)	Marauder
Assignment	Retriever
Flagship	N/A
Birthplace	Iridonia
Age	Early 20’s
Personality Traits	Arrogant Distant Cold Confident
Education Traits	Nobility somewhat
Lifestyle Traits	Slave Mercenary
Rank(s)	Low-class
Faction(s)	N/a
Species	Zabrak
Languages	Basic, Zabraki
Gender	Male
Force Sensitive	untrained
Character Alignment	Neutral
Height	5’10”
Weight	Fit

[STRENGTH & WEAKNESSES]
+Proficient in hand to hand combat. Was well taught in Iridonian martial arts.
+Very well skilled in the short blade. Krake favored this weapon, as it allowed to him to get close as one could in a weaponized melee combat.
+Living in the shadows of the mining caverns of Gutretee for many years, he developed dark vision. (not pitch darkness)
- Eyes are sensitive to bright lights almost blinded depending on the scale of lumens
-unCharismatic which doesn't allow him to move very far in anyone's favor.
[APPEARANCE}
He stands tall, with his pose showing he is always at the ready. Lean and with hardly any body fat that can be noticed, as he is muscular aside from how thin he appears to be. Once peeking through his adolescence, numerous horns reside upon his head. Five spikes follow from forehead down towards the top of his neck, as three triangular in position remain on either side of head above his ears.
[BIOGRAPHY]
Coming from the Noble class Sabus family house, Krake was better off from the beginning of his life on his home planet Iridonia. Before reaching an adolescence age, he found himself in a very unfortunate situation, and while caught in a crossfire of galactic war, the ship harboring young Krake was suspended in space, and docked. Pillaged by space pirates, or ruminates of the White Maw gang, Krake was captured, and then sold him to a Mining facility in the Anoat Sector, on Planet Gutretee, where Krake spent many years mining special crystals that were used for sensor & communication dampening effects. The rest of how Krake would view the galaxy would be essential as this, cold, dark and cruel life while mining these crystals were not a simple life.
[SHIP]
(stolen)
Currently aboard a high-jacked Sprint Class Rescue Craft (a private mobile Hospital); While similar in appearance to the Telgorn Gamma-Class assault shuttle, having the same flat and wide profile, the Med Runner’s design and mission profile is significantly different. A non-military craft, the Med Runner had civilian grade shielding and armor, with the craft carrying no weapons. A powerful hyperdrive and ion engine package, couple with military-grade sensor suite, allows the ship to respond to distress calls and reach disaster scene faster than even other rescue craft. The Med Runner is extremely fast and agile- ideal for navigating battle debris- while sophisticated and highly sensitive life form indicators can detect survivors even amidst the chaotic sensor environment of starship wreckage. The ship’s interior has several small well-equipped medical bays, with total capacity of forty patients. Emergency trauma suites, while lacking the capabilities of a bacta tank, can stabilize the critically injured; allowing the Med Runner to transport the patient to a more sophisticated medical facility.
Krake had found such a vessel docked in one of the near hangers on Planet Gutretee, one of a few ships that remained that could still reach orbit.
[ITEMS]
DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Two Shortened Vibroblades

 

[Krake]

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The mine at this hour was quiet, the slave workers were allowed several hours of rest, and all took advantage of such an opportunity. Drips of cloudy mineral surface water echoed throughout the small cavern that harbored a several guests, this particular small mined section bedded three workers, wood planks laid out on the ground adjusted to keep as level as one could be comfortably asleep on. Rags and torn pieces of fabric were stitched together to make blankets that many of the slaves used to have as little warmth and privacy as they were allowed to have. One of the three figures moved under the heap of rags.

“Krake.” Came a very deep low hushed voice from the large mound of rags. “Psst. Krake, twelve hours. We’ll make our move.”

Two others stirred in the remaining piles of cloth and rags though they were much smaller figures that had been circled around each other.

“Errr, curses Luwaga, we have at least another hour of rest! Can’t you keep your loud mouth shut!?” Came a raspy, strained voice that was hardly a whisper.
“Zeeth, please calm down. Luwaga is just excited. We all are. Hopefully everything will fall into place, and perhaps…..we might just make it."

There was a long pause after that being said, but as hard as Zeeth tried to rest his tired Geonosian bones, he couldn’t sleep, his body shook with irritation, as was often the case when the smallest thing bothered him, causing him to chatter little clicks of his clipped shelled wings on his back.

“This One wonders actually, if that big Yaka over there is more excited to fight with you again Krake rather than getting off this miserable rock. Zeeth is pretty sure that this is the only thing on that big lugs mind.” Zeeth said with less irritation, but more hopeful Luwaga would take the bait to his comment.

“Of course I’m excited, we are still tied up. It’s been years since I’ve wanted to have a rematch. Everyone else just hasn’t given me the same warrior thrill as Krake, I mean we haven’t fought since before he had his horns. I was still this same size, and Krake is much bigger now!” Luwaga explained in his defense.

“You two, please keep quiet. All in due time, just rest!” Krake snapped.

The small cavern was all but still and quiet except the constant dripping sounds that was all but avoided.

It wasn’t before long where the three occupants of that same small cavern arose from their make shift beds and began rinsing their face with gray murky water, refreshing their wits, and cleaning themselves to their best of their abilities. Like the three in this small cavern, many of the other miners were also grudgingly pulling themselves up out of their beds and doing just the same, readying themselves for a long day of hard work. LED servant droids wobbled their way through the rough terrain with bowls of gruel, a substance nobody had been yet to identity for at least the five years Krake had been persistent there on Gutretee.

Standing there by the wash crevasse Krake dried his face with a dirty piece of cloth, looking over at the LED servant droid as it placed three clay bowls down at the entrance to the cavern. Krake was lean, not an ounce of fat on him as happened to most of the slaves that worked in the crystal mines. His hair was long, dark gray in color, and his face was fairly rugged, a beard had come in nicely over the years. Both areas of hair had been put up, into a braid or ponytail so that it would keep out of his way from his daily work. His spikes along the middle and sides of his skull did protrude out of the long locks of hair, there was no hiding those, but why would he. Krake was proud to let those know he was of the Zabrak race.

As the large Yaka closed in on Krake, the contrast was opposite to each other it almost seemed ridiculous. As Krake was dark bluish gray in color, the Yaka was near yellow, though smudged with dark patches of dirt from his years in the mine. Luwaga wore a smug expression across his face; his excitement for the day’s activities had his blood pumping.

“Come Krake, eat. I want you at full strength. Besides, if this plan works….might be a few days before get a decent meal.” Luwaga said, handing over one of the clay bowls of slop. Krake took it, and very much considered that Luwaga was right.

The three of them ate their fill, tough it wasn’t much food to keep hunger at bay. They ascended one of the high tunnels that lead to a deeper shaft that a few dilapidated mining droids had dug the previous week. Already a tunnel guard had been posted there; his demeanor was authoritative which he was armed with two short vibroblades and a stun rod. The viroblades were for show everyone knew, but if things got pretty out of hand, the guard wouldn’t hesitate to use them. The guard scanned the three’s ID’s before they were a loud to press forward. Zeeth had decided this was the best area to start their escape.

Zeeth ventured away from the two others, make his way towards a crystal collection cart that hovered near a corner of the tunnel. What the three of them knew was behind that cart, a small breach into another cavity of the mine, which housed a transport yard. Often there wasn’t any transport vessels there, but there were some ships that remained aside, possibly owned by some of the staff that ran the mine. Most didn’t fly any more, and only a few did. Zeeth had once seen a Sprint Class rescue craft land there several years ago, and hadn’t been moved since.

They all began to work, grabbing low energy, non-lethal mining lasers to mine crystals from the cavern. The problem in this area was the crystals were not located here, as many slaves move away from this location weeks ago. The three would have to start their plan early, while the guard would notice the hover transport cart not being filled. The plan was simply this, Luwaga would feign being hit by one of the large stones that Krake would move aside, and the guard would either intervene, or might enjoy watching a little tussle amongst the slaves. Either way, once the guard would stop the fight, Krake would with a slight of hand relieve the guard of his vibroblades and eliminate the problem. From there, Zeeth would mine the thin wall that separated them from the transport area, and if they could make through the entry way before the closed all doors into that area, they were easily free. They knew the mine housed security systems to prevent slaves from escaping, but it was rare that anyone would make it out of the mines themselves.

Lasers began pulsing into the cave’s dark walls, Zeeth looking busy near or around the cart, while Zuwaga and Krake began their lasers next to each other. The echoing sounds of lasers from other slaves began to arise shortly after the three had begun working. The guard glanced over for only a moment at the workers he cared little about, and began tinkering with a comm unit that wasn’t standard issued on Gutretee, the blips and beeps allowing the trio to acknowledge that the guard was otherwise occupied.

Zeeth eyed the other two, as he noticed the guard wouldn’t be looking their way for some time now. After a long stare from Zeeth, he was quickly annoyed that the other two weren’t acknowledging his signal, and began a whispered hiss atLuwaga and Krake.

“Psst. The bloody guard is distracted. Move along with that plan you idiots!” Zeeth hissed.

Just as the two were looking over to Zeeth, they turned to in fact see what he said was true, the guard was tinkering with some application on his comm unit. The two slaves quickly moved into action, the next step to their plan was a hit or miss with what the guard might do, they didn’t even know which guard would be posted at this location that very day, so it would have to work.

“EerrrraaAAAGHHHH! Curses, that landed on my foot! You did that on purpose! I’ve had enough of you!” Luwaga yelled, hoping that his lack of acting skills wouldn’t seem too suspicious.

Krake took several steps back, trying to supply a gesture that he was innocent of any such accusations, but to look too innocent would mean the guard might step in; if at all a slave would let himself get beaten. Before that would happen, the Zabrak would hold up his fists as though to defend himself. Krake did just that, although his stance wasn’t novice, since he would of course give Luwaga the satisfaction of having a decent spar.

Quiet enough for Luwaga to hear, but the not the guard, Krake reestablished the terms of their plan. “The first one to fall, then we move on to the guard.”

“Come at me Zabrak, let’s see who’s the better warrior!” Luwaga cried out, almost drunk on the fight that waged ahead.

Krake narrowed his eyes, and shifted to a more aggressive stance. He had fought with Luwaga before, twice actually, and though the first time was actually the very day he had arrived on Gutretee he had lost miserably. It hadn’t been Krake finest day either, as he was to disoriented and young. The second time, he was ready for Luwaga that time, and put the brute to shame.

Luwaga lunged forward arching his huge fist at Krake and swinging a haymaker wild and unprotected. The Zabrak knew this to be an introduction, causing the guard to become interested in spectating this brawl if Krake made some fancy dodge or block. Krake did just that, bringing up his left forearm, slipping it alongside the Yuka’s yellow fist as if whooshed inward, using the force of the blow to be redirected and just aside of Zabrak’s head and into the cave wall. With a large smash of crumbling rocks, Krake continued his direction alongside of Luwaga kicking at the back of his knee, causing the Yuka to grown but not fall to one knee, as it would have normally done.

The guard’s brow went up, showing much interest into the fight that he just began to notice happen in front of him. Putting his com unit away, he folded his arms, and smirked at what he just witnessed.

“Ah. This’ll be good.” The guard said to himself.

Luwaga turned around, holding his bloodied fist, and as he looked at it, he smiled viciously and this time, rolled to the side, and darted forward at Krake closing in the distance that the Zabrak had put between them. Zeeth was still facing the cave wall, allowing his laser to penetrate though the small separation to the transport bay. The guard hadn’t paid any mind to him, and at this point had probably forgotten that Zeeth was even in the same cavern. The large circle Zeeth was tracing could easily cause the surrounding area to be breached if either of them slammed into the wall where Zeeth had managed to trace the out cropping of the circle he had just made.

Before Luwaga could place another punch or grab onto Krake, the Zabrak and reacted in a swift leg extension that landed his bare foot into the Yaka’s chin causing the big brute to fall back onto his arse. Krake rolled backwards instantly, finding himself next to the guard who was surprised that the slave tumbled backwards towards him, and as he uncrossed his arms to reach for a viroblades, Krake had already reached him, slamming the back of his elbow against the guards cheek, causing the guard to arch back, smack his head on the cave wall, and collapse on the floor.

“Damnit Krake! That was a cheap move!! You really didn’t need to end our fight so quickly! I was just getting warmed up!” Luwaga complained.

“I didn’t want to our opportunity be wasted on this little scuffle. So far our plan has worked spot on, let’s not waste any time!” Krake added, while he stripped the guard of his weapons, and armed himself with the very same.

“Perfect timing, One thinks this should be enough for the big guy to have at it. Don’t hold back Luwaga, I only went once around the surface.” Zeeth explained.

The other two had quickly dashed over to the spot Zeeth had been lasering the wall, and as Krake began to expect the weak points that Zeeth added to the integrity of the wall, he was quickly pushed aside as Luwaga bolted at the wall.

“No problem!” Luwaga yelled.

The Yaka slammed into the wall, it crumbled easily as the Yuka fell face first into the ground on the other side of the wall. Zeeth and Krake followed, helping the big slave up. Zeeth peered around to see where exactly they were in relation to the transport bays. To his disappointment, they were much further down the mine then he had predicted.
“Holy Sith, we aren’t as close as One had presumed!” Zeeth cursed.

“Let’s not waste time then, or it’s our hides.” Krake followed and began to lead the way to the right as there was certainly brighter light illuminating from that direction. The three ran as fast as they could when suddenly there were motion sensors being activated, as turrets rotated around, and began blasting at the unregistered personal that had been running out in the restricted area. Krake was in front, Zeeth followed shortly behind, and the Yaka, Luwaga far behind.

Krake could see the ship yard, as old pods, transport, and medical crafts were displayed on hard ground in a heap. The Zabrak thought he saw the medical craft Zeeth had mentioned that was working only a few years ago. A blast struck one of them, the Geonosian as he cried out in pain as he instantly fell to his death. Krake didn’t look back; he didn’t want to see the blasts barreling straight at him.

Krake dove behind on of the scrapped x-wing’s that laid there without any wings attached to it. It was then another strike, which hit the Yaka as he tumbled to the ground rolling several times trying to pull himself up, but failing.

“Urrgghh! Scrag, keep going Krake, One of us has to make it off this rock!” Luwaga cried out, his tone in pure pain. Krake did turn his head as he watched the lights fade from the Yaka’s eyes. Wincing in what appeared to be a slight discomfort that someone he’d bunked with had passed in front of him, almost pulled at him, almost.

The gray skinned Zabrak leaped up over another scrap of metal, this time he heard something else….battle droids. They had been dispatched as soon as the third prisoner had not been slain or apprehended. Their metallic clunks and movements were certainly heard over the constant banter of their A.I. programming. Dozens of more shots fired as Krake leaped again, while his hand slapped the control panel of the access door to the Medical Sprint Class star ship. There was a longer pause than Krake would have liked but the door actually did open. The Zabrak quickly flipped inside, and bolted towards the front cockpit seat.

Pressing the activation panel to start the ship, another longer pause as lights began to flicker on, and displays started to show Krake the true condition of the ship, and it wasn’t a good sign. Air, and life-support functions were at minimum, but hyper speed was possible, maybe only sub light at best. Sure enough, taking the helm, the ship did lift into the air, and turn as it set its course towards the mouth of the mine, the shield bay hadn’t been set just yet, and Krake didn’t want to also miss that opportunity, rocketing the thrusters into full, and the Medical Sprint Class ship blasted out of the cave.

The ship flew into the sky, leaving the planet Gutretee’s atmosphere, it was quick to react as soon as Krake was clear of the planet’s gravity, he activated Sublight in any direction he chose, hoping he could then locate somewhere he could obtain credits.

“Time to evaluate my situation, first….see where I’d best fit in.”

 

[Krake]

The dilapidated medical sprint class star ship rocketed through planet Gutretee’s atmosphere. The glow of yellow and orange blanketed the nose of the ship as the atmosphere burned through it’s exit of the planet. Krake was trying to salvage as much of a half-corked take off as he could, while the Zabrak tried to respond to all the flashing alerts and warnings that continued to keep his focus slightly obscured. His now recently fallen companions who tried to escape as well; Zeeth and Luwaga had done all the could for the past several months to get the medical ship at least flyable, but after two turret direct hits, the ship was loosing altitude and power fast.

Making it through the atmosphere, Krake hadn’t stopped sweating yet, as he bolted up out of the cockpits seat he turned to the back towards the ships systems computer to see what damage had been done. The lights flickered several times, the sound of the engines dying and restarting. From what Krake could tell, the two turret blasts had only scorched the underside of the hull, and caused some minor damage to one of the rear engine husks. However, Krake wasn’t a mechanic, in fact he was hardly a pilot, but he did what he could manage in ensuring he was going to be able to make a jump into light speed. So far on the radar screen, he hadn’t had anyone pursue after him from Planet Gutretee.

Narrowing his dull orange eyes at the systems screen, he clenched his jaw tight, “We didn’t sacrifice everything to not make it away from this scrap heap.” Krake said in a low growl of irritation, his eyes stopping at the non-functional medical droid that remained slunked over behind the operation table down from the cockpits room. The spiked head humanoid took in a deep breath, slapping the warning and alert override shutoff button. The ship’s low hum from the engines was all that was currently heard, and Krake placed himself back into the pilot’s chair, pressing a few coordinates into the hyper-drive screen. It was a gamble now, if everything was at least functional enough, the ship should make it to it’s plotted destination, or at least Krake hoped.

“I will prevail.” Was all Krake said under his breath as he locked in his belt and shoulder strap and punched the warp engine engage switch. More warning lights illuminated the system screen as the stars made long white lines across the window of the cockpit. Krake held tight waiting for the completion of the warm process to ignite, but just before the blue and greyish white tunneled hue proceeded, this medical sprint class ship lurched aside, and quickly fell out from light speed just as quickly as it had started. The systems and all lights flickered off, and a faint glow emitted from just over head.

Dead in the water, or space, the ships remaining protocol when there was any issue with hyper-jumps was to prevent collisions and would use it’s resources for an all stop. Krake unbuckled himself from the chair and stood up, trying to find out what he could do get himself out of sight if there was any chance there were bandits or even someone that might have been tailing him. For now, the ship remained quiet slowly flying into the vast nothingness.



The constant low hum of the Sprint class medical ship kept most of the chips, beeps, and chimes that the center console to where Krake Sabas sat, in the cockpit to appear not as deafening while he maned the yoke of the vessel. The Zabrak wasn’t at his best appearance wise, though nearly an entire year in space alone with little nutrients would have that affect on most species traveling through the galaxy. His gray cheek sunken in, heavy bags under his dull orange eyes. Hi weak thin hand pressing buttons and flicking switches on the center console as the Sprint class ship slowly made its way into orbit of the planet Maridun.

Setting coordinates for 249,253 on the planets heavily grassed but flat terrain with large trees. The ship was set to autopilot, which allowed Krake remove himself from the cockpit. There were little hostile residents that were documented to be living on Maridun, classified as being a planet mostly neutral, but if there were it was even more less to be worried about anyone bothering with a Medical Class ship that looked as beat up and broken as the one Krake flew in. Blaster scorched marks littered the outside hull, and several outset panels were missing near the top rear and front bottom of the Sprint Class Medical ship. Serious to say, it looked well out of commission.

Slowly the ship rotated to its better functioning hull, shields placed to its shuttering maximum setting of 48% while breaching the planets atmosphere. Krake moved slowly towards the ships single living quarters, passing a dismembered medical droid that was wired into the ships power cell, offering little extra power to maintain little life support that could sustain a single life form on the ship. The Zabrak straightened his dark gray robes, while they hung loosely on his shoulders, he offered another tight wrap of his leather belt around his waist.

He then grabbed two vibroblades which he tucked into the inner pockets of his leather belt that sheathed the blades, but did not hide the hilts. Krake then reached for a nearly empty shoulder bag placing it over his spiked head and across his gray tattooed chest.

Under the Sprint class medical ship, brew lights flashed a moment before thrusts of engine exhausts ignited to allow the ship to descend and make a half gracefully landing while the ships fuel systems were shuttering to keep optimal. Three pegged landing prods were revealed and the ship was on the ground. Exhaust clouded out everywhere from underneath the Sprint Class Medical ship, and finally a door from the side of the Rescue craft opened and the Zabrak stepped off out into the tall grass. Krake’s orange eyes peered left to right observing his surroundings, and finally he took in a deep breath of natural oxygen.

The sun was high in the sky, and the clouds were of many that would offer some shade from time to time, but the air was brisk and cold on Krake’s face. The door to the ship slowly closed as Krake walked away from the platform. His robes wavered about as he walked East towards the wind where a neighboring village could be seen in the distance. The structures within the village were as expected Krake to see, as he had visited this village once before; Lurman. Seed pod like engineering, tall nearly 4 and half meters tall, made of hard soil from the ground.

Before long, Krake stood short of entering the village of Lurman, tall grasses surrounding the village offering a sort of barrier and concealment. Residences of the village of Lurman paused as they watched the Zabrak approached and waited just as Krake had stood and waited, but before long he would be addressed.

Krake stood alone in silence, his visual perspective panning from right to left, watching those who watched him off in the distance. It wasn’t long until a young Lurmen padded off and went into a far towering hut at the far end of the Village. Several continuing moments passed, and the Gray Zabrak waited, but eventually someone approached Krake, though he kept his distance.

The alien was about a mete high, brownish fur head to toe with yellow eyes. His attire told Krake that he was the chieftain of this village, though Krake could remember that from being there not to many years before.

“You are not welcome. We know you. This time we’ve prepared, and you will not like the outcome if you proceed to destroy our village.” The Lurmen chieftain warned, his small staff not touching the ground, but auspiciously hovering above a large rock.

Wind swiftly blew by, krakes robes following suit revealing the Zabrak’s sheathed short vibroblades tucked into his belt. Though the Lumen chieftain hardly showed any interest if at all he noticed the weapons.

“I…” Krake paused feeling how dry and horse his throat was, nearly not speaking for too long. “I am not here with them, as I was before. Still, I don’t want to kill anyone, only trade. I have coin.” Krake said but his tone still appeared to give off warning, while his gruff demeanor showed he had little patience to debate.

“No. Leave or suffer the consciences.” The Chieftain said, his chest puffing outward, but at this time showing some worry to his face.

Krake took a slow step forward but felt something in the force, anticipation, fear, concern, eagerness, and hesitance. It wasn’t from the Chieftain, in fact it from the two Lurmen snipers that placed themselves on either side of the village both nearly the same distance away and two stories up in the windows of the tall seedpod looking structures within the village behind the Chieftain.

‘clop’ was the sound of the staff hitting the stone before the chieftain and instantaneously as the staff hit the rock, two blasts followed from behind him by two NT-242 rifles, one shot a microsecond behind the other. Krake hardly had time to move, let alone to react ,but still the force was strong with Krake and he pulled at what he could from the force, and instead of halting the two yellow blasts, he simply pushed their trajectory slightly off and away from striking Krake.

Both yellow blasts struck the ground next to either side of the Zabrak, leaving two large black scorch marks on the dirt next to him. The Chieftain’s eyes widened and he paused to perhaps see what the Zabrak would do. The Lurmen knew his sniper’s couldn’t have missed on purpose, and if the stranger had caused them to miss, all was lost.

“As I said, I am here to trade. Do not fire on me again.” Krake threatened.



A wave of nausea over took Krake ever so suddenly, where he stood just before the two blasts had been redirected by the force; his use of that power had been made dormant for nearly a year. His orange eyes rolled back in his head for a second and beads of sweat began to moisten his brow. His stance however did not waver, as the Chieftain remained standing in front of him, blocking his path into the Lurmen village.

It wouldn’t take much to move the Lurmen Chieftain though he appeared old and often needing aid to walked with his staff he stepped aside finally, the Chieftain regrettably allowed passage to the Zabrak, “Please be true to your word. If you are not with the group you accompanied with many seasons ago, then we will offer trade, but nothing else. You cannot lodge here.”

Krake grunted as he walked passed the Lurmen Chieftain, his body weak and fatigued by using very little of the force. “Like I said before, only here to trade.” The Zabrak reaffirmed.

The Chieftain waved away the two snipers where they were still posted in the windows, which Krake could see their hesitance as they tucked themselves away further inside the seed looking structures. Everyone reluctantly began to slowly bustle about, going about as if the stranger was never a problem, though if Krake ventured to close to anyone the Lurmens would pause then scurry along quicker than they had been.

The slow paced Zabrak found himself scanning what appeared to be a store front to the second building inside the village. On the wooden tables outside, he could see Portion Bread, Meiloorun fruit, Paddy dried Frog Snacks, and numerous other types of local Maridun meats and vegetables. Krake had known that the planet had mainly stayed neutral in the Galaxy and his Galactic standard coin would be of use here.

“I will take what ever this will get me. I don’t plan on staying here long.” Krake said, tossing a small pile of credits on the table in front of the young looking Lurmem that stood eyeing him.

“It’s not much, but sure, I will load a crate for you.” The Store keeper replied and began gathering up the credits, and placing them in his pockets. It was shortly after Krake left the village, a small hover crate trailing behind him as he walked the path surrounded by tall grasses back to his Sprint Class Rescue Ship. The side ship door opened, and Krake loaded the crate into the ship.

Several hours later, Krake awoke from sleep after his belly was full. It was nightfall and the insects on Maridun were chirping outside amongst the stars. The Zabrak felt his strength returning to him after finally eating and getting some rest. Running a quick diagnostic on the ship, Krake was disappointed to find that he was possible stranded on the planet, the fuel levels were low, and still the power cell nearly depleted. The medical droid that Krake has wired into the power cell days ago was completely powerless.

“Crink!” Krake exclaimed to himself and took in a large breath of air. He doubt that the Lurmen’s had ship fuel as that particular village was kept self sustained with what farming and hunting it had in the surrounding area’s. There was larger villages on the planet but nothing nearing a city, but Krake would need to travel on foot if he was going to get what he needed to get off the planet, but also with out any money in his pocket it would prove to be a problems.

Pondering his options, Krake decided that early in the morning, after a large breakfast and a good nights rest he would travel on foot to the next village that seemed much larger than the one he had landed near. Once there, he would either threaten or steal what he needed to get where he needed to go.



Slowly Krake’s eyes opened to a small chime emitting from a data pad that laid next to a surgical tray by the bed the Zabrak had been asleep upon. Reaching over to shut the alarm off, he shifted his weight and wearily arose from his supine position, blankets falling to his waist, allowing the cold child air of the early morning on Maridun to touch his gray skin. It brought goose flesh immediately, which he quickly reached for his dark robes, and got ready. The sun hadn’t risen on Maridun, but as Krake peered out one of the cabin window’s he could see the orange glow of dawn creeping behind the village of Lurmen.

Dressed, he wondered over to where he had stored some of the food he had purchased yesterday with all of his credits, had his fill on what his shrunken stomach to handle and stored away some non-perishables; Dried paddy frog snacks. Placing his shoulder bag over his head and set partially behind him, he at this made sure the hilts to his vibroblades were concealed. Krake was ready, though he still felt a little waning to his force sickness due to yesterday in averting the two sniper energy blasts away from striking him. The Zabrak made a mental note to take it easy and would have to gradually get used to using the force again as it had been so long.

The ships side door had still been left ajar, covered by a light green medical sheet, since the ships power cells had been nearly been depleted. The medical droid Krake had ripped apart and hooked into the ships emergency life support systems was completely shutdown. Setting the sheet aside, Krake ventured out into the cold morning on Maridun, the tall green grasses brushing against the Zabrak’s legs.

Stretching outwards, and taking in a big long yawn in the cold morning air, he set on his travels due Southeast. Eventually the sun was on his back warming him casting a long shadow in the direction he was traveling. The terrain was easy to venture on, rolling hills at times, but often traveled dirt roads made it easier make his journey an easy one, hid body still recovering from lack of strength, food, water which had been recently nourished with. He felt his strength returning but it would take time to return to what he once was, so he wouldn’t push himself. Long distances he walked, but would take small breaks under very large tree’s that shaded the road he traveled.

Several hours of walking he checked his data pad having a map of where it told Krake where he should have been, a large village almost a city another hour away. The sun was still high in the sky, and though he had brought very little rations with him, he considered his situation, if wanting to approach the population in the day or night. Krake didn’t have a plan, as of yet, so he would continue on and let what happen, happen.

The last hour had stretched on, but finally Krake had reached the large village. From what Krake could tell, the village was adjoined with a Separatist outpost, to which affiliation he was uncertain of. For now, he would keep his face unseen and try to keep unnoticed. If a military was here he didn’t want to get involved.

Entering the outer edge of the village he remained cautious but was quickly caught in his tracks.

“HEY! You there!” came a voice.



In an alarming voice, “HEY! YOU THERE!!” from a well dressed and outfitted solider, his expression showing somewhat surprise, and authority. “This is an Outpost to the Separatist state, you need to check in first before entering any further with in this Lurmen village, it is under our protection.”

The Zabrak slowly released his hands from the hilts of his Vibroblades which had been tucked easily under his robes. Krake appeared rather passive and stoic to the situation, not expression much emotion to the man hustling up to the gray skinned, dark tattoo and horned stranger. Closer the man came and he withdrew his data pad as though he would need to scan Krake’s credentials. The Zabrak stood still, only feet away form entering the Lurmen village.

“I am Finroh Levsell, the security personal to this outpost for C.I.S., I will need some form of identification.” Finroh Levsell explained.

Krake’s dull orange eyes shifted a moment, looking past the security guard that blocked his way. From telling to the man’s poster, he was alone, at least on this side of the village. The Zabrak could tell he was slightly tense, and how he grasped his S-5 blaster pistol at his side holster. Krake nearly did the same thing with the two hilts to his vibroblades but thought against it, as he noticed a bead of sweat rolling down the side of Finroh Levsell’s forehead.

“Yes, I have my I.D. card right here. Please allow me a moment to retrieve it in my satchel .” Krake replied calmly in an almost monotone sort of voice, his own voice still sounding alien to him. For longer than he wanted he, riled through several unimportant objects in his bag, water canteen, a few rations,data pad, stimpack and headlight. After several moments, Finroh took another step forward, closing the gap between them as though to offer assistance or restating that he needed any form of identification. Krake continued searching through his satchel, his head pointed down but watching as the security guard was an within arms reach.

With his free hand Krake placed it on his belt, griping the hilt of his vibroblade, on the side Finroh Levsell couldn’t see. The strike would be fast, swift, and unnoticed so it wouldn’t cause alarm, however, his time in the large Lurmen village would be shortened which would put more pressure on finding what he needed.

“Listen, I just need a picture I.D. with a name.” Finroh repeated, his voice sounding slightly apologetic and maybe a little annoyed. Krake’s grip tightened.

“You don’t need to see my identification.” Krake stated.

“I don’t need to see your identification.” Finroh Levsell repeated.

The gray tattooed Zabrak pulled a little at the force, pressing on the weak mind of the human next to him.

“Proceed on through.” Krake stated.

“Go ahead, proceed on through.” Finroh Levsell repeated as he waved the stranger into the village.



The large Lurmen village had nearly the same decadence in it’s clean road ways, and street vendors with large large seed pod structures towering within the village. The outpost had been residence there for some time, though the two alien like inhabitant structures did not mesh well to any outsider traveling in, but everyone stationed or living there made do. Luckily the outpost had invited outside colonists throughout the galaxy, so Lurmen folk weren’t the only residence there dealing and trading, which would make it a little easier for Krake to not appear so suspicious.

The Zabrak’s robes were slightly tattered due from all the traveling on Maridun which he had done in the previous two days over deserts, rocky landscapes, dry summer thorny terrain, taring at all matters of clothing he wore, but not enough to warrant anyone to suspect he was a beggar or some unsavory sort. Most of his attire and what he carried remained concealed, with little effort he simply kept his arms crossed around his lower waist, his hands resting near his vibro blades if ever the occasion arisen.

Krake knew he was nearly a two and half days walk to where his stranded ship remained, power cells depleted, food supply null, and fuel levels empty. The Zabrak was at a loss, though he had some items he could trade, however it would never be enough to get him off of Maridun, nor keep him sustainable to keep living in space for the time he needed to get anywhere else in the galaxy. It would remain apparent that Krake Sabus would remain on a planet soule’ inhabited by Lumen. The stranded Zabrak was at a cross roads, either take what he couldn’t trade or afford, or work something out with the locals to get what he needed to obtain what he could use to get off the planet.

Two individuals were discussing the next big rounds of bets they could make in the cantina over a game of sabacc. “Me-sa telling you dis will work out ju-fine! These Lumens don’t even know-a what cheating is!” The off-worlder Gungan explained.

“They are ruining us on the count! It’s a larger gamble I’m willing to take mate!” the humanoid masked figure replied.

Krake gave a small rye smile and slowly approached the two in the alleyway.



Eight Months later……

The speeder bike hardly had enough gull to push Krake through the outpost village limits, putting along the outer skirts in nearly embarrassing speeds. The high pitch tone followed by a tumbling off set sounds trailed behind the speeder bike as the Zabrak leaned to take nearly fatal turns. Two of his known accomplice waved as Krake Sabus approached. The two suns that Maridun orbited around were high in the sky, calling it time to make his final choice which Krake was prepared to make as he hoped was his finally game of Sabacc.



Krake shut the engine off to the speeder bike before it even came to a full and complete stop, these had found himself doing because if he stopped completely before shutting the speeder bike off, it would often release a loud bang sound, backfiring due to it’s poor condition, and being hardly maintained over the year, needing very much parts replaced. The bike silently came to a slow crawl and stopped down the outside walls over the outpost, the speeder bike abruptly descending to dirt level and nearly tipped over except Krake shifted his weight over so the bike leaned against the outpost wall instead.

The Zabrak haulted as he looked to his two companions, his hands reaching for his shoulder bag and cloak. “You are certain you guys have the time schedule list?” Krake said reluctantly, his doubts as to what his two sabacc playing partners had to say. “Of course! Came from our Captain directly last night.” Gil Horne explained, though his facial expressions were unknown due to his shiny reflective gray helmet that concealed them. “Orders at high noon, a new supply shipment this quarterly that the majority personal should be attending to. Storage bay 10 shouldn’t have anyone posted there.” Kestren Phive countered next to his partner. Bother looking to each other, then back at Krake. “But only the power cell, as bargained, nothing else!” Gil exclaimed shaking his black gloved index finger at Krake.

“You don’t need to worry, I don’t need anything else, let alone can carry much else.” Krake warned, his dull orange eyes narrowing into slits, his patience diminishing while the two made accusations as his ill intentions.

Sure enough, a supply ship entered the orbit on Maridun, the two oblong disks on either side of the cockpit to the Separatist Supply Ship would be indistinguishable to what was approaching the Outpost station along side the large Lurmen village. Krake turned his horned head to peer up at the landing ship, which he had to shield his eyes from both suns that were remaining high in the sky. The Zabrak waited a long moment as the ship soared over them, and began it’s landing sequences towards the most Southern end of the outpost. Krake turned towards his gray armored companions.

“It’s time. I need you guys to live up to your word, the bargain. Then your payment is in full, and you won’t see me again. Most likely.” Krake explained, as both of Gil Horne and Kestren Phive nodded in return.



Gil Thorne waited a moment knowing full well how risky it was to be allowing what was about to transpire in the next couple of minutes. The two soldiers knew how much their jobs were on the line if ever Krake was caught and they link him back to them. “Fine, enter here.” Gil said as he pushed a panel in the wall of the outpost back and to the side. The section in the wall was hardly big enough for anyone to crawl into comfortably, but Krake would manage, he had to. The two gray armored soldiers stepped nervously aside for Krake to make his way, while the Zabrak checked that he had everything he needed to make such an attempt to infiltrate the outpost. Placing his well tattered dark robes on over his body, to conceal his two short vibro blades that were holstered at his belt on his either side near the back of his body.

Lifting his right leg into the crawl space between the two Sabacc companions he turn to look at the two of them, his dull orange eyes glancing acknowledgement for their help. Just as he did so, he was gone. The two soldiers quickly placed the cover panel back on the wall of the outpost and began casually walking away in separate directions. “You think he’ll make it out?” Kestren Phive asked, his helmet slightly turned towards where his counterpart was walking, “Not a chance.” Gil Thorne said smugly.

The crawl space was dark, and narrow, though the ceilings were about eight feet high which didn’t prove to be anymore easier to walk on through. Krake had to walk himself sideways in a sort of side shuffle, but not much longer he would take a right, then a left and he wouldn’t be in such a predicament. Doing so, he made the turns needed to be sure he was on the right path. Waiting at the mouth of an opening, he could see the where the access door was left removed so he could exit out into the opening to the supply storage bay. Currently he was concealed in darkness aside from the light that poured in directly where the access door was left ajar. Listening for any movement or sound in the large room in front of him for a long moment. After several minutes, he concluded that the storage bay was vacant and he could proceed.

Shifting out of the crawl space, he turned his spiked head in either direction of the supply bay and did in fact realize he was all alone. Taking in a short breath suddenly noticing he was holding his breathe to perhaps get more in tune to hear better. Looking around in the large room, he could see many supply crates scattered and stacked all over the place. Krake looked to what was labeled on the crates and once he started to see replacement parts instead of meal capsules he figured he was getting closer. Rubbing at his face, he bent down to what he considered could be what he was looking for, in some lower rectangular shaped cases on the floor. It was of course exactly what he was looking for, a glowing green hue illuminated to the place where Krake was squatting down at, the energy cells shown bright with electric pulse light. Eight months Krake had been collecting the necessary items needed to repair his ship, but lastly and the most time consuming thing he needed was for access to the power cells to finally get his ship to exit the planet.

Removing one of the long cylinders from the case, he carefully placed it in the shoulder bag he had taken with him, but it barely fit. Placing a short blanket he carried with him, wrapped several times around the power cell, to hide it’s continuous glow, he covered the flap over his shoulder bag. Standing tall, he turned around to take note where his exits were, but there was only one as in a short matter of time, there would be outpost personal entering this very room to take stock and store even more supplies from today’s shipment. His route was easy, he would simply go the way he came in, just like that. Krake made his way over to where the access door was still left ajar, but as Krake walked closer something became abundantly clear, he would now no longer fit in the crawl space with the power cell cylinder.

“Krong! I didn’t plan for this.” Krake retorted as he tried placing his shoulder bag in different directions to some how allow him to make his way back the way he had came. Frustrated and coming to terms to what he would need to do, he turned and began walking towards the main entrance. Krake didn’t reach for his vibro blades yet, but he knew he would have to very soon. Time was running out, and there would be some if not many making their way towards the supply storage bay very soon. Taking another long breath of air, Krake closed his eyes for a long moment and then opened them as he waved his hand over the access panel, causing the main door to slide open.

There was no one, so far. Slipping outside the storage room, he allowed the door to slide close behing him, but he was certainly on edge. Krake walked carefully down the well lit hall, and turned one corner, again no one. He wondered when his luck would soon run out, and so it did. “HEY! You’re not suppose to be in here!” came a radioed voice, a gray armored guard was standing post right near where Krake expected to be his final exit. With little choice and much gaining on his next decision, Krake placed both hands on the hilts of his vibro blades behind his back while he began running towards the exit, towards the armed personnel.

There one shot fired, then a second, where Krake simply altered his running path slightly off to the left, and then over again to the right. More shots were fired, but Krake was already there, his short purple bladed vibro blades wielded and swiftly being swiped a cross the guard’s helmet and chest. It had been nearly a year or more since Krake killed anyone, and he felt….he felt indifferent. Placing the vibro blades back on his belt, he checked the guard at the door, and was fortunate to find he was certainly head. Krake opened the door and pouring sunlight bled into the hallway, Krakes eyes blinded for a few seconds, then proceeded to walk outside the door behind him shifting closed. Krake knew where he was, but it wouldn’t take long for the outpost guards to start asking questions, so he made short head way back to the outer wall limits.

Exiting through another crawl space, Krake wandered further East, found his nearly crippled speeder bike, switched it on, and sped away to where his disabled ship remained. He was finally getting off this rock.Or, so he hoped.
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