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The Perfect Gem is in the Eye of the Beholder. (Closed)

Post by Eric Hughes » 2012-05-17 10:49

Eric was heading for Phemis, he routed around the Cerberus' databanks for days and weeks trying to find it. He had found it listed as a Capital for New Plympto, but something told him no. The rough entry he had found on Rubat crystals was that they came from a planet called Phemis. The best information he got was that it was located near Corellia, so the best he could do was make his way there to make short hyperspace jumps off the Corellian Trade Spine to the left or right and hope he got lucky with his sensors. He was in a TIE Command Lander with an R2 unit to help with the additional controls.

They were just emerging from hyperspace in the Corellia system, when they turned the ship to face in towards Ojom. That was the route he suspected he would find Phemis, nothing was on the star charts he had searched. But the only other clue was that it was in the Corellian Sector, but that was left as an addendum to the file. Someone else from the Order must have looked to find the extremely rare crystal he was looking for. If they were successful, they did not leave much information for anyone else. Perhaps to leave themselves with a stockpile of these crystals for later. After all, they helped boost the wielder's attack speed. This was the desired trait Eric needed, as when he read some of the short comings from ancient holocrons long past they spoke of the awkward angles you needed to bend to use the saberstaff correctly. Hopefully making his attack speed quicker would adjust the careful level of wielding he would be doing to a slightly more crisp set of movements, than a slow deliberate set of moves.

But the new hyperspace parameters were set in. He had the ship set to micro jump .1 light years at a time, then send out a broadcast ping to locate objects larger than a Light Cruiser. He was going to ping and sweep through towards Ojom, maybe not all the way there. But enough to skirt the edge of the Corellian Sector in that direction. The R2 unit was controlling the stop and go points, that he had asked to have entered. It was also tasked to receive the data for analysis for the active pinging to see what was at each approximate jump point. So the first jump commenced, and the R2 unit began to beep feverishly.


"What is it? What could you possibly have found in our first jump?!"

The R2 unit began to display his words on the viewport's HUD. "I have located a mass approximately the size of 20km in diameter, and it does not appear on any star charts. Hold please... False alarm, it seems to be a bunch if wreckage that was fused together from continuous turbolaser volleys. So it seems."

Eric just shook his head, and the R2 commenced its next jump. It scanned the area twice, or so it seemed. But it just proceeded to make another hyperspace jump, but this one led to an almost ear piercing electronic screech from the R2. An almost intelligible bunch of words scrolled across the viewport's HUD, but he caught the gist of it.

"Non breathable planet for humans, high methane content, no name attached to the planet nor star chart serial number designation. Highly probably chance this is Phemis. Shall we land to access?"
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2012-05-19 03:18

"Bring us down."

"Affirmative."

Eric watched the holo display, as the distance till entry clicked down on his screen. He decided to let the little R2 do some of the work, as he went to prepare to put on a rebreather to filter the atmosphere to something more suited for his physiology. He heard the atmospheric entry klaxon go off, and the little R2 unit turned it off. He was relieved that he didn't have to rush up to the cockpit to silence it. He then slowly and carefully made his way up from as the shuttle began to rock and buck, and then it stopped. They must have entered the atmosphere completely now.

Eric made it to his seat in time, as the little R2 unit was preparing to land. It had waited for him to be seated and buckled in to adhere to its safety protocol for sentient beings. The little R2 put down the shuttle, and Eric made his was to the ramp. He made sure his rebreather was on snuggly, and hit the ramp control. He stepped out into the clearing they had landed into, and saw foliage as far as the eye could see. That was going to make things difficult if this was indeed Phemis, he opened himself to the Force and felt the myriad of creatures that thrived here were in distress from the landing. Then he felt one wink out, seems as though life was still going on about its business.

Eric then felt an anomaly in the Force, it was almost like something was trying to blot something else out. Eric let go of his reach, and returned himself to just the immediate area. He pushed forward, and the creature that had eaten the previous one had wandered in to see what the disturbance was. He sensed it was not hungry, but defending its territory. Eric watched it at first, but then when he decided to take a step forward the creature charged at him. He was not here to disturb the balance of the ecosystem, but if he had to upset the balance a bit to get the Rubat crystal so be it.
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2012-05-20 06:13

Eric pulled out his vibroblade as it began charging him, and waited for it to get in close. He waited, and waited as it came ever closer, and then he jumped unassisted with the Force and somersaulted with his vibroblade catching the creature in its haunches. The creature growled, but scurried off into the dense foliage away from Eric. Eric sheathed his vibroblade and returned his sites on the almost suppressed Force anomaly he had hardly sensed. He began his trek; he knew it was going to take a while from the distance the shuttle had been landed from the site. About 7 kilometers away from the site he needed to travel to investigate at. With all the dense foliage that was going to be a long trek to get across it to the objective point. Mine as well if it was the correct planet altogether.

He reached between his shoulder blades and withdrew the vibroblade once again from its sheath. He turned it on to have the vibroblade assist in the cutting. It would be a waste of his energy to not use it, and rely on his actual muscles. He was going to save his energy for when he really had to through some extra power into his swing for larger vines and branches with the Force. Not to mention if he was forced to scale up walls, or climb down cliffs. He slashed through his first obstacle a form of briar thorn bush, fairly quickly, but then he realized he needed to pace himself more. His brow began to sweat a bit from the physical excursion, a clear indicator that he had gone at it a bit severely. He began his walk again, and noticed a babbling brook. He knew better than to step in it, or even to dare think about drinking it. Shoot, he was not even sure if he should dare to try to drink anything. Even the water he brought with him, as it could potentially begin to change the waters chemical composition.
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2012-05-20 09:51

Eric just decided to opt out of taking a chance, as he did not want to die on some Force forsaken planet that barely anyone in the galaxy had heard of. Shoot, he was lucky if anyone knew about this planet outside of the order and the source it was retrieved from, well if it/he/she was alive. But the cogs of the Force or fate if you believed in it had driven him to choose this particular crystal in his saberstaff's construction. Once he had this second crystal, he could construct half of his saberstaff. The only problem with him doing so would be the heating of the Phrik to melt it to cast into the two handles prematurely with only half the parts. Well half the internal parts, as he still needed two more crystals for the other lightsaber half. Then he would maglock them in place, so he could separate them should an attack come at the handle of the blade. Albeit the Phrik would make it resistant to another lightsaber strike, enough of them repeatedly would eventually get through. So he opted for a much safer route.

But he was not that far in the process yet, as he was slowly hacking his way across the end of the first kilometer of the journey. He opted for a five minute break to keep himself relatively fresh, so he would be ready for a surprise. So far nothing had come after him, or been sent after him. Well, that was what he thought until he realized that the creature he had cleaved in the haunches was following him. Eric was half tempted to turn around to resolve the issue by slaying the beast, until he figured out what it was doing. The creature was luring in others by passing through their territory. But the best part is that it would be a free for all. As the creatures would turn on each other for invading each other’s turf, and then turning on the humans when the odds were balanced enough for them to feel poised a step ahead of each other.

Eric kept moving, hoping they would dismiss him as a coward from the territory they were in. But that was not the case, as two different creatures came at him from two different directions. One was the creature he had injured on its haunches, and the other probably the reigning territory creature of this section of foliage. This is where it was going to get interesting as he had two targets, one that had fallen for a move that would be fitting for this situation. But he opted to try something different, he opened himself up to the Force just enough to sense their locations. They were not going to come in at the same time, he had a two second window to do what he was going to attempt. He began to steel himself for what he was about to attempt; this would prove how much faith he had in his studies as he executed this. The first beast neared him, and he waited as close as he dared. Then he side stepped, Force assisted, leaving his blade extended where he was just standing. The creature ran its self into two halves, and he plunged his blade back catching the first creature he encountered of this species in the snout.
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2012-05-23 02:32

The creature's body went limp, and Eric could feel the weight of the dead creature begin to weigh on his blade. He pulled it out of the creature's snout, and it feel with a resounding thud. The other creatures were still goring each other, and battling it out. Eric began to make his way out of the foray, when another creature began to approach him. There was no time to deal with it, if he was going to make his way to the objective before night fall. He turned towards the beast, and waited for it to get closer. As it neared close enough, he stabbed it in the head with Force assisted speed. The creature slumped quickly, and its leg twitched one last time. He removed his vibroblade from its skull, and made his way out quickly.

He heard the snarls for a couple of hundred feet, and then they began to fade away. It was strange to have creatures that were not afraid of humans or humanoid creatures when they were quadrupeds. But perhaps the environment was not used to human society, or any other sentient society for that manner. Perhaps that was why it was kept of the star charts he pondered to himself, carefully placing distance between himself and the creature brawl fairly far behind him now. Then as his focus returned from wondering why this planet was not on star charts, he found out why.

He stepped out of the foliage, and almost fell into a giant chasm. He regained his balance and took a step back and then leaned in to look down to see what was in it. What he saw he couldn't believe, it was a corvette that had crashed into the planet. It seemed to have exploded, possibly a hyperdrive motivator failure that jumped it into the planets gravity well too close. Probably during the times of expansion when hyperdrives were still finicky, and so at a close proximity and too little time to slow down the ship plowed down into the planet. Perhaps that was why it was not plotted on any star chart, this crew did not plot it down due to crashing into the planet in the first place.
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2012-05-23 07:43

This find was worth the pause from his initial objective, as this ship could contain things long since lost. Eric looked over the ledge again, to evaluate how he should approach the best way down. He pondered the possible avenues of descent, but no matter what way he was cutting it. It had seemed as though he needed to use some assistance from the Force to get down. That was until he rethought what he just said. He could dig his vibroblade into the dirt and use it to cut into the ledge to slow his descending speed for the portion he would have to slide down the curvature near the bottom.

He looked over one last time to gauge the longest set of tree root tracks and vines towards the severely wrecked ship, and he picked a route. He began to walk around the outskirts of the ledge until he got to the desired descent point, and reevaluated from there again the proposed route he would take. He did not have anything suggest or cry out not to take the route he looked at, so he sheathed his vibroblade again. Then he went prone himself on the ground , and swung his legs to dangle over the ledge. He grabbed the vine, and began to lower himself down. He was using his feet as a plant on the wall and began walking down slowly. He made it down to the near edge of the vines distance which was hardly even putting him at any serious depth into the chasm, and saw a root to his left. He hung onto the vine, and began to side step to the left.

Eric got his left hand on the root, and gave a slightly forceful tug. It held in place, and he moved his other hand off the vine and onto the root as well. Then he moved his legs over in a crab walk style, and began to slowly lower himself. He picked up his right leg and moved it up and down the wall till he found the root he was going to use to support that foot. Then he repeated the process with his left leg. He had found a nice set of foot holds, but he needed to work his way farther down now. He took his left hand off the root it was on and began to slide his hand against the wall's surface to find another root for his left hand. After a bit of extending his arm out, and retracting his arm in, he had found a root. He took his hand and pulled on it a bit, and it ripped out from the wall. He threw it behind himself, and began to repeat feeling up the wall for a root. He had found a new one, that was close to his arm's full extension. That would be risky, but he had to move now or risk becoming fatigued and using the Force to help himself the rest of the way down and get tired before he did what he set out to do in the first place.
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-07-30 18:40

Eric had to act fast, as he was in a precarious position he looked to his left and saw a few roots protruding from the wall of the chasm and felt that he had enough options to take the calculated risk. Although it could be a heck of a lot of pain if he improperly judged the risks versus the rewards of his hasty option he found. He could simply use the Force to assist him, but that would diminish his returns when he really needed some extra pep in his step. Or for simply the fact that he did not know what he could run into as he progressed into the Corvette. But he still had a bit of a ways to go, so he refocused himself on his opportunity at hand. He breathed in and out to relax himself as flinging himself to a new handhold would require steady hands.

Eric forged up his will power to take the almost literal leap of faith, in this case more of a lunge to his left, but none the less he went for it. As Eric felt himself shove off the wall sideways, he noticed that he had put too much momentum to make it to the roots across from him. He instinctively threw his hands out and closed his hands over the roots, but that made his body swing out and pull against the roots. Worse part was the amount of force behind his lunge made his right hand pull out the root due to all the excess strain on the root. So now he was left dangling with his left hand holding the only root still attached to the side of the chasm. He strained to get his right hand up into another root that held, but each one he tried was just ripping out the side. So he was gradually becoming fatigued holding on with his less dominate hand, but finally he had a break. He managed to find one that would support him, so now with two hands on he was in a bit of a better position.

He was now feeling a bit better about his position, but he still needed some footholds. So he felt around with his feet to get something to perch on. It took a few moments, but he found something for his right foot. But his left foot had nothing that would help for now, so he felt around some more to get himself a bit closer toward his objective. Which he was currently just slightly above, but there was no point in jumping onto the top of the Corvette as he would slide down it and possibly to an unwanted hole on the hull. Which would not surprisingly have been surrounded by bent and warped durasteel all around it.
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-02 21:13

Eric looked below himself to see how far from the bottom he was, he could simply access the Force and drop down to be ok. But right now his own psychical strength would have to survive, because after all if he relied on the Force all the time what would happen the next time he encounters a Ysalamir he needs to be capable to still function without the assistance of the Force. Eric was a sweaty mess, but he was not feeling horribly fatigued. He looked to his right and saw a slightly lower protrusion of the chasm that he could lower himself to stand on, but not sit. It would do for Eric, as it would let him have a few moments rest.

Five minutes later….

Eric was feeling more relaxed, the climb down had been stressful and exhilarating at the same time. But Eric had wasted enough time resting; he had to forge on as he was not even sure if the animals he had encountered earlier could even get down here another way. He peered over the side and saw he was still fairly high from the floor of the chasm, but he was level enough with a contour of the hull to grip a ledge after he lowered himself over the ledge of the protrusion. So he took a hand off of the protrusion and put it on the hull’s exterior and gripped on. He did the same with his other hand and proceeded to put hand under hand down the ridges of the hull until he had no more room to go lower on the ridges. Now he was just twelve feet off the ground, so he looked around for something to get himself lower. Unfortunately, there was not anything nearby enough to use to get down lower. So Eric had to make a choice, he would either drop and take a chance without the Force or he would enhance his body to be able to sustain the impact with aid from the Force.
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-06 18:33

Eric decided it was best to get down in one piece without taking the chance of breaking bones. So he let go and enhanced his body to absorb the impact. Eric fell to the ground and felt the impact, but it was almost as if he fell a mere foot. He was becoming more adequately proficient in utilizing the Force, but he was sure that he was still hardly access what could be his full potential. After all Eric was not focusing mainly on his main aspect of proficiency the whole time, as that would severely hurt his potential to mitigate damage against other aspects that he had less proficiency in. While Manipulation is always going to be his most natural ability to utilize, it did not mean he was a Master at it. He still had plenty to learn, assuming he found more books on the subject as his Master was only 20% proficient in that aspect. She could still teach him plenty, but the more complex it became the harder it would be for her to explain and teach. But this gave Eric insights into using Transformation. While he would be horribly inefficient, he could at least take advantage of some of his cross training.

Eric began to walk forward towards the Corvette’s many exterior access hatches he noticed one that was pried off its hinges. Apparently, scavengers had already been here and ransacked what they could carry or manhandle out of the hatch. Eric slipped in and it was almost pitch black, except for the copious amounts of punctures all across the hull. Possibly the animals trying to gain access or even just the events that lead up to the vessel’s point of evident demise and crash landing into the planet. Either way it let Eric fore go expending his Force abilities to light his way through the ship. But then as he was progressing further inwards, he heard a familiar humming or more felt it vibrate through the air. It was the discernible frequency of a force field, but as he rounded the corner instead of finding an entire force fielded bulkhead or entrance. Instead he met with nothing visibly evident, till he walked into the room and took a closer look. The room was for all intents and purposes clearing empty except for a dais in the center of the room that was scorched, dinged, gouged, and mildewed.

Eric walked up to it and saw the source of the electric thrum in the air; it was a recessed dais that contained a crystal. But it was not just any crystal it looked to be a Lignan crystal, but it was not quite the same when he opened himself up to the Force. It was tainted, almost as if someone had been killed with it in their grasp at one time. While that would not normally be an issue, Eric did not need anything to interfere with the crystal’s performance. So if he could gain access to it, he would try and cleanse it when he got it back safely to the Cerberus. Eric studied the dais for a while to see if there was anything he could discern from it to see how to deactivate the force field. But nothing was evident, not even anything on the walls on entrance ways into the room. This got Eric thinking that it could be possible that this force field was run off of some sort of voice activation. With the ship completely dead, he had no way to take voice samples and try them on the dais to confirm his suspicions. So he had to form a plan B.

Eric thought through his days, weeks, and months of training and field combat experiences to formulate a plan. He thought about manipulating the force field to allow him in, but it would exert more concentration than he had at allowing him to bypass it and place his hand in to grab it. So then he thought about it from a different perspective, his Master was always utilizing Transformation to achieve her goals. So he thought about possibly reinforcing his hand to durasteel to force his way through the force field. While it was a great idea the problem he ran into was his poor efficiency in Transformation. Even if he could achieve turning his hand into durasteel he probably would not be able to sustain it for long enough to force his way through before he exhausted his pool of Force energy. So he sat back and pondered once more to see what he could do to retrieve the crystal. Then it hit him like a tuantuan’s rank odor. He would combine them both in order to get access. As since he was learning something against his normal nature thanks in due to his Master’s stubbornness, he would be able to semi conjure an adequate layer of durasteel protection for his hand. While in the meantime manipulating the molecules that the force field affects to weaken it enough to punch through with his durasteel hand and grab the crystal.
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-06 21:59

Eric began to focus his efforts on his hand, attempting to transform as many layers down as possibly his skin and muscle fibers into durasteel. He was starting to feel the process happen, as his skin began to numb and patches of metal began forming at first at random. Then it began to become more deliberate, as it filled in the gaps and spread up to his wrist. It felt cold, colder than any sensation he had felt before. Even Belsavis was warmer than this, but he endured. Then the first layer was complete, his skin was completely replaced with a shiny gray almost foil thin layer of durasteel. The more he concentrated the further down it went, he could feel his nerves no longer sending signals to his brain as if they had just simply been removed from his hand. His hand was so cool and smooth, it was just unbelievable that it could transform at will so easily. Well it was not easy at all, as Eric was putting forth a lot of effort to create this. He felt awkward; this is probably how those soldiers with droid replacement parts felt. Just alienated from their body parts as if their body was no longer accepting that they were still “whole”.

Eric finally felt nothing at all in his hand; it was for all intents and purposes dead. It was so mentally mind blowing; hopefully he had managed to complete that correctly, as he would still like to have use of his hand at the end of this ordeal. He then turned and looked at the force field, while attempting to move his fingers. He managed to get them mobile through sheer will, but it was hard to tell how much pressure he was applying or if he could control them completely. He practiced while he was dividing his attention once more upon attempting to weaken the force field enough to allow him time to reach in with his durasteel hand to grab and hopefully not crush the lightsaber crystal. He had no clue why this crystal was here, or guarded in this manner. But he could speculate that it probably belonged to someone who had probably died wearing it like a necklace or of the sort. The last cloying item of a person long since gone, and worse off was the fact that the person keeping that memory alive was probably long, lost as well.

But Eric would put it to good use in the lightsaber he was attempting to construct, after it was cleansed. If it was indeed someone’s last token artifact it would give the soul closure, not that that was Eric’s intent. But he had lost someone in his life as well, so perhaps it’s a small penance back to times long left behind. But the pain in his heart would not dissipate with the memory he held. Eric was losing focus on his tasks so he stopped thinking about other things and stopped fidgeting his fingers on his durasteel hand. It was hard enough controlling an aspect he was not proficient in, mine as well compounding it while doing another at the same time. But his focus gradually surmounted behind his will, and he began manipulating the magnetism that was the force field. He was simply helping it do what it was supposed to do naturally that species and races had managed to circumvent to create force fields. So he began shifting the tiny ripples of electric current in a particular area just above the crystal and as he shifted each one he could feel a weakening in the approximate location.

It was just like peeling an onion before they had laser cutlery, when people relied on antiquated metals to cut them. Layer after layer he maneuvered to flow around the spot he was trying to force his way through. He could almost feel the electricity in the air from the displaced energy being released all around himself, from the loop he created in the force field. It was now or never now, Eric had to just take his chance as he was getting fatigued and he did not want to take the chance of losing his hand due to the transformation becoming less effective and wearing off as he lost focus. So Eric took the durasteel hand and closed it into a fist and plunged it against the force field. The durasteel sizzled against the might of the force field; it was still fairly strong but he was determined to get the crystal. So he pushed harder, and beads of sweat began to roll down his cheeks and forehead. One drop managed to roll off his nose and sizzle against the force field. He slowly noticed that he was part way through, but he had to get his hand in enough to roll the crystal into his fingertips to avoid it getting damaged or destroyed upon passing through to the safety of the other side.

It was 2 minutes of struggle, but he wriggled in his fist through the force field to get in. He then opened his fist and attempted to scoop up the crystal. It was hard to do without feeling, but he managed to get it to tip into his finger tips just enough to roll his hand back closed upon the crystal. He thankfully did not hear any crackling sounds as if he had crushed it, but that may not mean much as he had it on the other side of the force field. He began to withdraw his closed fist, slightly looser now that the crystal was inside it, but he was met with a tiny bit more resistance than going in. But as if to make matters worse he could feel the sweat beading and going in his eyes. He forged on, slowly removing his durasteel hand from the force field until he heard the last sizzle of energy against it. Once he was free, he opened his hand to inspect the crystal. As if on cue, he heard a loud pop and the force field behind him shorted out due to the strain of snapping back in place as Eric had just quickly released it to focus on returning his hand back to normal.
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Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-08 17:11

Eric started to concentrate on his hand and began from the inside out. He focused on making his bones revert, which was painless as it did not have any nerves attached to it. Then he moved towards the muscle, and now the coldness was back again, as his muscle fibers and nerves began to spring to life. It was slow at first since he was working inside to out, but he did not want to cause any errors in reversing the transformation. As he was nearing completion, and his hand became less numb. Then as he was focusing, he noticed he was done. But something was wrong; he had no feeling on the back of his hand. He flipped his hand over and there was still durasteel there on just the back of his hand, not along the finger tips, thankfully.

Eric was annoyed he would have to visit the infirmary after he got back to see if there was anything he could do. He touched it, and it would move around and everything. But it would not flake off or revert back; perhaps his fatigue had something to do with it. But for now he would just have to forge on and take care of it at a later date. Perhaps his Master could provide some insight as to its cause, but for now he settled with the fact that the crystal was intact and tucked it into his interior robe pocket. He was quite spent from the ordeal, as it was a lot to focus on in a short span of time. Especially in an aspect he was not highly proficient in, not that it was his fault. But the nature of balance in the Force would not allow him to be able to adjust his innate ability to best all aspects possible. He would have to have a weakness, or fault otherwise how else would the universe function?

Eric put away those thoughts for later, and sat down to meditate. He needed to spend some time rejuvenating his energy in the Force. He still had a long way to go towards his initial objective; something was still blotting something else out. But if it was not the Lignan crystal then what the cause was, it was still nagging him. But perhaps it was a natural area imbued with the Force, and when the Purge that had been committed when he was younger may have caused this. But he would find out as he got closer towards it, as he was not going to leave with an unexpected find. To leave the main objective behind mine as well be tantamount to heresy. He would forge on fires renewed slightly after meditation. So he began the process of withdrawing himself to relax into a sort of Force induced coma. The deep meditation would be needed for all the Force he had expended.
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Re: The Perfect Gem is in the Eye of the Beholder. (Closed)

Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-09 00:23

Eric had been meditating for a half hour when he heard a sound that sounded really far away. But whenever he meditated so deeply everything sounded far away, so as he began to bring himself back from his deep meditation, he heard the sound much closer this time. Actually it sounded really close, when he opened his eyes, there was a mouse droid circling him. While normally a mouse droid would be innocuous, he was on a crashed ship with no power. But a measly mouse droid survived, that was just too much coincidence. Eric was not going to buy into that one, but he would play it out to see where this would go. So he got up, and stretched a few moments. Then the mouse droid went over the area he was sitting in, to clean it. Then it hustled off into deeper parts of the ship.

Eric needed to find a way out that was not the way he came in as it would not be fun trying to climb up the chasm wall to where he just came from. So he walked deeper in, but in the opposite direction than the mouse droid. He causally strode along the corridor in order to avoid any tell tale signs of concern that he was being monitored possibly. It would be inconsequential if someone were to be watching his actions anyways. As he was not going to show up on any database, he for all intents and purposes is a ghost. That would surely through someone for a loop, as it was not every day that you would run into someone you could not trace to a real identity. But he just kept cruising along, as it could just be the fact that he had tracked in dirt and debris from outside and that was why the mouse droid came out towards him.

But enough of that, he wandered far enough in that he found another “exit”. It was a hole in the hull and so Eric decided to take it outside. At first the light was intense, not intense enough to blind him, but intense enough for him to squint. That was when it happened, a net was flung over Eric, and someone jumped off the hull and landed on his back, forcing him to the ground. Eric was laughing the whole way down, as he could easily get out of this. But he would play it out a bit, to see who was behind this. Eric just laid there as if he was a helpless victim, and let his “captors” do their song and dance. They dragged him up against the Corvette and tied him to an exhaust vent that would normally push out ions to help maneuver the ship. Eric peered up to view his captor, and saw it was just one man. Perhaps a survivor of the crash, either way Eric had the upper hand, as it was one person.


“Who are you?” asked the man.
“David Jones,” lied Eric.
“Who sent you here David?”
“I saw it when I was flying by over head. So I wanted to check it out.”
“Check it out! It looks like you did a lot more than that when you stole my crystal!”
“What do you mean stole your crystal? What crystal?”
“The one behind the force field. You are a clever thief, no one has gotten past that and many have tried! How did you do it?”
“It was complicated and you would not believe me even if I told you. Who are you, anyways?”
“Not believe you, you stole it. Of course I could believe how you stole it. And I am the owner of that crystal. My wife died with that in her necklace, it is the last memento of her I have. You will not take that from me! WHERE IS IT!”
“It’s nice and safe on me, but I cannot let you have it back. I have better use for it than you do.”
“How could you have a better use for it than I do! It’s my dead wife’s!”
“I see now. Well what if I told you I could put her crystal to go use. Let her death be avenged?”
“How the hell would you be able to do that with her crystal?”
“I could not tell you, but it would be put to great use.”
“Fine! But on one condition, you get me out of this chasm.”
“Deal. Now remove this net, I already cut through your ropes.”
“Whatever, you’re insane.”

Eric was released from the net and began to walk towards the other side of the chasm and looked up. This side was far lower than the one he scaled down, enough so that he could Force jump over it. But with another person in his current state he could not. So Eric turned to the man and wrapped a vine around his waist and then tied the other end to his and set up to scale the wall like he did earlier. He grabbed purchase on a higher branch and began his ascent with the guy in tow replicating his every move.
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Re: The Perfect Gem is in the Eye of the Beholder. (Closed)

Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-09 15:57

Eric kept scaling the side of the chasm; it was much easier going up than it was going down as he could see the roots protruding from the chasm wall as he went up. It was not a blind feel as you go deal again. Eric was about half way up when the man yelled up at him that he was tired. Eric shook his head and yelled back, “Break is at the top!” Eric heard him huff, but he kept going on. Eric had just reached the top and pulled himself over when the vine got real tight and tried to pull him over the edge. The man must have stopped or gotten loose and was just dangling above the majority of the chasm. Eric dared not peer over, but much to his relief the line got loose once again. So Eric peered over to check on the man, but only to see the man’s broken form way down below.

It seemed as though the man untied his end of the vine to drop himself. Eric could hazard a guess, but he was pretty sure the man could not live with himself. He probably felt that it was the universe’s way of getting even with him was to have him survive all alone stuck in a broken ship with the keep sake from his murdered wife. But by allowing Eric to have it and help him seek freedom, each step closer made the burden much, much heavier. So it became unbearable and broke the man’s resolve to live on with her memory. The willingness to be freed and give away the one thing left in the entire Galaxy that meant something to him and he gave it away for freedom? That was too much, he did not think Eric would be able to help him escape. It was just a wish, a fantasy. The fact that they had gone this far, was crushing. He had hoped for failure earlier on and that Eric would return the crystal to him. But Eric’s resolve was like that of the mythological Phoenix told in the days of old. It burned so brightly, that death would be the only way to extinguish it, and that may possibly not even do it.

Eric pulled his head back over the ledge, and pressed on. The man was dead, and Eric had probably taken away his will to live with the crystal in his pocket. To insult the man by going down to see if he could save him would be like spitting on his grave. So Eric moved on deeper into the jungle that had resumed growing back after the crash of the Corvette. It was quite small in comparison with the rest of the jungle, but it would give less resistance as he pressed on for the few yards of less dense brush would let him before he had to resume his hacking and slashing to progress once again.
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Re: The Perfect Gem is in the Eye of the Beholder. (Closed)

Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-10 00:45

Eric continued his progress through the jungle thicket; he was being fairly consistent in attempting to avoid as much labor as possible. As he did not want to use what little Force power he had recovered from his meditation, as he was interrupted. But it should do for at least getting towards the area he felt the battle of the Force going on at. It was such conflict and turmoil in that area, and he could feel it getting more intense as he was getting closer and closer to the area of the anomaly. He did not need to call upon the Force to feel the battle that was raging between the elements of light and dark in the Force. His proximity was more than enough to feel the emanations. He was like a moth to a flame heading closer and closer towards the source. Hopefully, this would lead him to a source of Rubat crystals.

Eric slashed another vine out of his way and all of a sudden was in a clearing. Eric looked all around to see if anything abnormal was around, and saw nothing except a cave straight on the other side of the clearing. The emanations were getting much more intensified, as he was strolling across the field. As he neared the mouth of the cave he thought he saw people running around all inside. Hopefully there were not too many people, as he already was tired of people trying to catch him in nets and try to force their will upon him. Eric stepped inside and began moving in, each step in was even darker than the last. As the light was hardly emanating inside the cave due to the structure of the entrance. Eric summoned his Force Light, but put it really low so if other people were present they would not be as aware of his presence. As he moved in further, his Force light went out, but not in the way it would if someone were to shadow it. It went out because it was being feed into another source, as evident by the crystals emitting a rainbow of colors all around the interior of the cave in reaction to the use of the Force inside.

Whatever it was the crystals were feeding it, but now Eric knew where the crystals were. But the odd colors being casted all over were not helping him identify if they were Rubat crystals. So he went with his backup plan, and took out his vibrosword. He then swung at the base of a crystal and it popped right out from the wall of the cave. Then the colors ceased immediately, and whispers were to be heard from all over the cave. Eric leaned down and snatched the crystal from the ground, but it disappeared from his hand and popped back onto the wall like it had never been removed. Even the mark from his vibrosword had disappeared, and Eric was not too pleased with this tomfoolery. He looked around and this time he went and attempted to pull a crystal out of the wall. It would not budge even the slightest, so he turned around and grabbed out his vibrosword again and popped this one out of the wall. As he went to pick it up, it disappeared before his hand even got near it and was right back on the wall.

This was completely insane and irrational, and Eric was not about to use the Force and recreate the light show and whatever else is going on in here. So Eric had to sit and think, but it was hard to do with all the whispers going on all around. Then he had an idea, it might work but it would be awkward to attempt. So he walked up to the wall and grabbed a crystal and tried to rip it out unassisted. It did not work as he anticipated, so he channeled the Force into his arm and ripped it out the wall. This time since he had already had a grip on it, it stayed in his hand. So he watched as the light show went off again and the whispers grew louder. So Eric decided not to take any chances and ran out of there, unassisted by the Force. He barely got out before what seemed to be the cave closing, perhaps this is why Rubat crystals are so hard to find. The cave is like a living entity, each crystal is like equivalent to its teeth, so by pulling one, another would replace it and the first would be reabsorbed through the Force energy supplied to the other crystals. It was a clever way to keep such a rare crystal from being farmed to extinction, as it keeps only people quick enough to learn from their mistakes to get one out safely.

Now he examined the crystal to make sure it was adequate, and thankfully it was. It would have been a real pain to find where the cave relocated itself. This had turned out to be some trip so far, he managed to get two crystals in one go. A feat so rare he doubt it happened frequently, even if at all. But he would count his luck and run with it. Quite literally run with it, as he popped it into his other interior pocket, and began to run. Then he put some assistance from the Force behind it, and began running much faster across the field and then through the path he carved through the jungle. But then just as fast as he was traveling he managed to end up back at the chasm. There was no way he would be able to clear the probably 130 meter gap that the Corvette had created. So Eric stopped as he got nearer, and looked down briefly forgetting the man’s broken body was below. Now the blood had pooled out and around him, so Eric was not going to just jump down and soften his landing in a pool of blood. So Eric grabbed the vine he had used to try to help the man get out with and attached it to a tree and repelled down with it as far as it would let him and pushed off while letting go of the vine to use the Force to absorb the impact of the fall onto the Corvette which was only a mere ten meters below himself.
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Re: The Perfect Gem is in the Eye of the Beholder. (Closed)

Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-10 16:18

Eric landed gracefully on the Corvette, and began to walk towards the hole near the top to look and see if the hole was clean enough to enter through. He leaned over to look, but it was frayed like a piece of flimsiplast. There were jagged pieces pointed every which way, and not only that but some faced up and some faced down. Probably had something to do with the serrated beast corpse he saw down the hole. So he walked along further till he found an emergency maintenance tunnel hatch to lead into the ion tubes to clean them out. He opened the hatch and looked down to see if they were dried out to get inside and find a way deeper into the Corvette. There had to be a set of jet packs that worked somewhere in this Corvette, it was just a matter of finding them. Eric hopped in and it was empty, which was a potential good sign that there was a hole somewhere in the line. Eric shut the hatch behind himself and began crawling down the line.

Eric had been crawling for a while down the tube, he past a few junctions and even slid down a couple of meters. But he still had not found an exit, or even a hole in the line to exit out of. As he went further and further in the piping had started to become banged up, and dented. It was almost as if he had traveled into a damaged part of the ship, perhaps one that was imbedded in the ground when it impacted. He just continued crawling, when the pipe began to shake and fell down dumping Eric out into what looked to be some sort of closet. Eric turned on his Force light to find out he was in some sort of armory, and as he looked around he saw rifles, blasters, and carbines. He was making his way towards a door he saw, and noticed what looked to be a back pack. He moved in closer and noticed it was a jet pack, so he checked it out. But it looked damaged, actually it looked beyond damaged. It was pretty ratty looking, so Eric moved it aside and saw another one behind it. That one was in slightly better shape, but it looked like one of the seals had given way as a bit of residue had coagulated around the seal. It was a brownish color, and it was all irregularly caked all around it.

Eric more carefully moved the damaged pack, out of the way and a final pack was left in front of him. The last pack look just as bad as the rest, but the gauge on it read that it was a quarter full. Eric decided to take his chance; he had already been through so much. Experiences that would be lifetimes for regular people but sadly all the norm for a few day’s work for a Dark Jedi. Eric was alright with it though, once he had found out his gift he would not have wanted to go back to his old boring life. Yes, there were times when it weighed especially heavily on him. But the sense of pride he felt today, would outweigh all the negatives he had encountered thus far. Eric refocused on his task at hand, and began crawling back up the pipe that had so easily spewed him out. He had a long journey to get back towards the surface, and now with some weigh to constantly push along in front of himself.
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Re: The Perfect Gem is in the Eye of the Beholder. (Closed)

Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-10 18:43

The crawl through the pipe was just slow and tedious, the part that slid him down before was the most complicated. But he had managed to make his way back up to where he thought the hatch he used to enter was. Perhaps he should not have closed it, but apparently the creatures around here thought they could fly. So leaving a new open hole would do nothing but put a damper on his exit, so he opened what he thought was the right hatch and thankfully it was. So Eric pushed the jet pack out of the pipe and climbed out after it. He closed the hatch, which seemed frivolous, but it was probably more a force of habit like shutting a door behind yourself. Eric stretched for a few moments, as all the crawling and tightness of the space had made his muscles tight. Once he was limbered up enough, he donned on the jet pack. Instead of turning it on right away, he gave himself a bit of a head start up by Force assisted jumping. It was only a 3 meter jump, but he was tired and not even anywhere near 100% of his capabilities. So that would have to do, as he was getting near the peak he turned on the jet pack and opened it up to propel himself up the chasm wall. Just as he was nearing the top it began to sputter, the tank was obviously stuck on the quarter fuel mark when it did not have a quarter fuel remaining. So he maneuvered in closer to the wall in case it did not make it.

Thank the Force he did, as before he was 95% the way up, the engine cut out and Eric grabbed at a vine hanging off the top of the cliff like a rope. Hopefully it would hold him long enough to scramble up the side to safety. Eric wriggled out of the now depleted jet pack and sneered at it. Damn thing almost killed him, he let it go and watched as it slammed into the Corvette way below and shatter into pieces. It would have exploded, if there was any fuel left in there. But the damn thing was taken to complete zero, as Eric did not want to climb if he did not have to. But it seems as though he had to do everything the hard way, as the Galaxy had something out for him over the last few days. But battered and bruised would not stop his resolve, as he placed hand over hand and foot after foot and scaled up the wall. He reached the top after a good ten minutes, but he was starting to feel it now. Hopefully the creatures he had run into earlier were not around still. Eric was just going to go for it, he was exhausted but he had just enough in him for one last go. Eric began running and put some assistance from the Force into it, he managed to reach the shuttle in twenty minutes. But he was so spent he did not even have enough left in him to hit the door with Telekinesis.

He walked up and slapped the panel and as if on cue the creatures that had been indigenous to the land had shown up in response to the sound. Eric was not going to stand and fight this one out. He just simply did not have it in him, now. The ramp came down and the creatures drew closer, Eric ran up the ramp and hit the button to raise it. Hopefully the creatures would be inadequate jumpers due to their short squatty size. But it seemed to not have come to that point, as the ramp was high enough that jumping would not matter. But one had tried to get in anyways and its clawed foot tried to squeeze into the gap that was closing and all Eric heard was the crunch of the creature’s bone being pulverized by the door and then squealing. Eric did not care, he was ready to get off this bucket. He turned on the ship, and began to get it ready to lift off. The creature would fry as they exited the atmosphere, the ship began to pick up off the ground and Eric aimed it towards the sky and punched it.
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