Location: Mimban | Tags: Open / PvP / Death-Disabled
Fog lay thick upon the flourishing bog of a landscape. Among the cluster of large imposing trees were clearings with a sparse allowance of space. Above the thickened canopy, metal wings pierce its green exterior. Branches bellow the initial brush, bare from light deprivation, break easily from the sudden forced entry. The aforementioned fog parted reluctantly as the celestial vessel begins to land. Air from exhaust cleared not only humid clouds but creatures both large and small from its vicinity. The ship's underside opens to reveal gear ill-made to stand upon Mimban's terrain. Gooey muck sucks a meter's worth of length into dark brown earth. Slowly, it would rest with just enough space for the rear to open and allow its occupants to comfortably exit. Two figures emerge, obscured by the ever persistent marsh fog; eager to envelope the environment. Among the calm creaking sounds of small alien birds spurts a flamboyant robotic voice. "Ma'am, I suggest you leave your cloak with me. Your coat tails may get muddied and I perish at the thought of my mistress looking like a tarnished peasant." There, at the end of his statement, he adds in a cold whisper. "Plus you'd make me clean it." Silver hair matched by pale ivory skin mixes with the misty air as the second figure reveals itself. Piercing golden eyes stare angrily into distant space. They disrobe and present their cloak by exaggeratedly throwing it into the marshland. "Correct as always H." The sarcastic inflection making her direct intention clear.
Ilphy'Mia found herself landing upon this unsettling planet by the breath of a ghost which left two pieces of information: Coordinates and the name Toka Givolt. Those slightly obscure yet somehow direct details caused misty columns to cloud the corner of her eyes. She stared at the distance in a disassociated haze. Suddenly snapping back as a peculiar feint sound echoed through the dense swamp. Metal whirring, clicking, and distressing. Oddly followed by the scurrying of small mammalian creatures fleeing in haste. Louder and louder; closer and closer; till it stopped. Large silhouettes filled the edge of their landing zone. Their red glowing eyes penetrating the fog. "Identify or die." Demanded the heavily raspy mechanical intruder. Mia identified the origins almost immediately. "Pre-Empire battle droids?" She ejaculated. "Incorrect, you are organic. Prepare to be eliminated." The voice replied.