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*In advanced this is my very first rp on here, sorry!*
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*Letto blanked out as he slowly gathered himself from the rubble, looking to his wrist, his communicator destroyed, all of a sudden he turned to his side noticing the flaming piece of shrapnel laying beside him he jumped to his feet, Letto was currently wearing a tarnished green-brown poncho enveloping most of his body except his head and his feet, his legs were wrapped in bandages with a flexible metal sole on the bottom, easy to move quickly in and on his head he adorned his traditional Kyuzo war helmet, he patted himself down checking to make sure everything was there, no missing limbs, except it wasn’t, I mean his limbs were there but something equally as important to him was missing, he began to search franticly until in the corner of his eye he saw it his lightsaber lying half exposed gleaming under a piece of sheet metal he ran over then using the force just slightly pushed over the piece of metal so he could grab it, once he did he then sat down on a box to process the current situation.*
“Letto’s thoughts: I crashed, t… there was a crash! We were headed for Garel so we could take another ship to Lotal, but then before we crashed. Yeah!”
*Letto looked around the crash site and the nearby scenery as he gazed he realized where he was, it was a massive open prairie with distant mountains, there was what looked like a nearby small spaceport of some sort in the near distance and it appeared that some locals were running over to the crash site, if the people were coming to loot it or see if there were survivors was beyond him. Yes, Letto’s knowledge of the geography of planets was expansive but it may also of been because the captain or somebody had said they were going to crash onto Utapau, the reason he knew it was Utapau was unclear to him at the moment and when he thought of it it gave him a headache. He began exploring the rubble for survivors, they were flying on a small passenger transport Letto and his former master Master Ping Woa, were staying low profile at the time and they’d gotten into crashes before but never ones this severe, Letto thought it was a miracle he was still walking. As he cleared the crash zone he found only a handful of dead individuals for there weren’t many people on board, he was the only survivor. As he returned to where he awoke he saw something he didn’t notice when he first looked around, a hand was sticking out from under a pile of debris, in it’s limp dead hand there was a broken lightsaber, Letto rushed to the arm as fast as he could knowing whose arm it was, with all his power he force pushed the debris off the rest of the individuals body, it was in fact his greatest fear, laying flattened in the now ash covered grass was the corpse of his master, Master Woa, Letto fell to his knees beside her as he pressed his head on her chest, grasping her body he began to sob onto her dirty robes. After a moment of speechless lamentation he took the remains of her lightsaber and put it onto his belt, then ran to another part of the wreck where he’d seen a tied down dusty blanket witch was covering some cargo, by the time he’d arrived to the cargo some of the locals had already opened it and began sifting through the cargo, they didn’t seem to mind him grabbing the cloth or the string of which they’d just ripped off, he returned to his dead master and wrapped her in the white cloth and tied it all up, she was a very small woman so she wasn’t very heavy, he placed her into a fireman’s carry over his shoulder as he set off for the town, Letto was alone, no money, no transportation nothing but a dead body and his lightsaber, despite all this he looked forward he knew he had to bring her body to the temple on Lothal no matter the cost, because she would of done the same.*
“Letto’s thoughts: I’m sorry master, I failed you for truly the last time, without you there I don’t think I’m going back, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t need to return you to where you belong.”
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*Letto blanked out as he slowly gathered himself from the rubble, looking to his wrist, his communicator destroyed, all of a sudden he turned to his side noticing the flaming piece of shrapnel laying beside him he jumped to his feet, Letto was currently wearing a tarnished green-brown poncho enveloping most of his body except his head and his feet, his legs were wrapped in bandages with a flexible metal sole on the bottom, easy to move quickly in and on his head he adorned his traditional Kyuzo war helmet, he patted himself down checking to make sure everything was there, no missing limbs, except it wasn’t, I mean his limbs were there but something equally as important to him was missing, he began to search franticly until in the corner of his eye he saw it his lightsaber lying half exposed gleaming under a piece of sheet metal he ran over then using the force just slightly pushed over the piece of metal so he could grab it, once he did he then sat down on a box to process the current situation.*
“Letto’s thoughts: I crashed, t… there was a crash! We were headed for Garel so we could take another ship to Lotal, but then before we crashed. Yeah!”
*Letto looked around the crash site and the nearby scenery as he gazed he realized where he was, it was a massive open prairie with distant mountains, there was what looked like a nearby small spaceport of some sort in the near distance and it appeared that some locals were running over to the crash site, if the people were coming to loot it or see if there were survivors was beyond him. Yes, Letto’s knowledge of the geography of planets was expansive but it may also of been because the captain or somebody had said they were going to crash onto Utapau, the reason he knew it was Utapau was unclear to him at the moment and when he thought of it it gave him a headache. He began exploring the rubble for survivors, they were flying on a small passenger transport Letto and his former master Master Ping Woa, were staying low profile at the time and they’d gotten into crashes before but never ones this severe, Letto thought it was a miracle he was still walking. As he cleared the crash zone he found only a handful of dead individuals for there weren’t many people on board, he was the only survivor. As he returned to where he awoke he saw something he didn’t notice when he first looked around, a hand was sticking out from under a pile of debris, in it’s limp dead hand there was a broken lightsaber, Letto rushed to the arm as fast as he could knowing whose arm it was, with all his power he force pushed the debris off the rest of the individuals body, it was in fact his greatest fear, laying flattened in the now ash covered grass was the corpse of his master, Master Woa, Letto fell to his knees beside her as he pressed his head on her chest, grasping her body he began to sob onto her dirty robes. After a moment of speechless lamentation he took the remains of her lightsaber and put it onto his belt, then ran to another part of the wreck where he’d seen a tied down dusty blanket witch was covering some cargo, by the time he’d arrived to the cargo some of the locals had already opened it and began sifting through the cargo, they didn’t seem to mind him grabbing the cloth or the string of which they’d just ripped off, he returned to his dead master and wrapped her in the white cloth and tied it all up, she was a very small woman so she wasn’t very heavy, he placed her into a fireman’s carry over his shoulder as he set off for the town, Letto was alone, no money, no transportation nothing but a dead body and his lightsaber, despite all this he looked forward he knew he had to bring her body to the temple on Lothal no matter the cost, because she would of done the same.*
“Letto’s thoughts: I’m sorry master, I failed you for truly the last time, without you there I don’t think I’m going back, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t need to return you to where you belong.”
