Miscalculations
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spiderparlourFailure. Acknowledged and corrected for, but the moment was past. He could do no more for the Empire now. He would return one day. That much was certain.
The Dark Council had sought to keep him incapacitated before his inevitable execution, and they had failed. They used physical and chemical restraints that Intelligence knew well, and he had been ready to break them. Before they realized the cell was empty, he had already comandeered a ship.
He had not sensed the danger. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the drugs they had poured into him, or his own rumination on recent events. In any case, the ship suddenly lurched out of hyperspace with a scream of distorting metal, already falling into the grasp of a planetary gravity well, and the saboteur was revealed. The agent. He had no time to spare for them now, but his hate and respect for them burned ever deeper into his core.
The controls barely responded, even the Force itself would not heed his will to slow the ship. It burned through miles of sickly clouds, which suddenly parted to reveal a ruined landscape, growing ever closer.
There had been little more to do. He had aimed for the barren outskirts of a city, pulling the nose of the ship up to shed as much speed as he possibly could. It was still moving too fast to lower the landing skids. It would have to be crashed onto its hull directly. He was strapped into the crash webbing of the pilot's chair, ready for the impact.
Concerning himself with the practical aspects of survival seemed like such a betrayal of what he had sought to achieve. And yet, he did what was necessary. Now, to find out if he had succeeded.
The ship touched down hard, and he remembered very little of what happened next.
The Dark Council had sought to keep him incapacitated before his inevitable execution, and they had failed. They used physical and chemical restraints that Intelligence knew well, and he had been ready to break them. Before they realized the cell was empty, he had already comandeered a ship.
He had not sensed the danger. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the drugs they had poured into him, or his own rumination on recent events. In any case, the ship suddenly lurched out of hyperspace with a scream of distorting metal, already falling into the grasp of a planetary gravity well, and the saboteur was revealed. The agent. He had no time to spare for them now, but his hate and respect for them burned ever deeper into his core.
The controls barely responded, even the Force itself would not heed his will to slow the ship. It burned through miles of sickly clouds, which suddenly parted to reveal a ruined landscape, growing ever closer.
There had been little more to do. He had aimed for the barren outskirts of a city, pulling the nose of the ship up to shed as much speed as he possibly could. It was still moving too fast to lower the landing skids. It would have to be crashed onto its hull directly. He was strapped into the crash webbing of the pilot's chair, ready for the impact.
Concerning himself with the practical aspects of survival seemed like such a betrayal of what he had sought to achieve. And yet, he did what was necessary. Now, to find out if he had succeeded.
The ship touched down hard, and he remembered very little of what happened next.
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Date: 2020-05-19 09:47 pm (UTC)"Likely a former civilian compound. five buildings on a plot of eighty meters. The largest is forty by ten, and two stories. It is the only one with a flat roof. Small windows, all but two appear barricaded." He doubted there were snipers within. One could have already taken a shot at this range. And the unbarricaded windows either indicated the area was abandoned, or made to appear as such.
Some minutes later, he spoke again. "Old tracks leading to the compound. Your footing will be surer on the path." Too indistinct to make out individual footprints--it was only visible in the groove that feet had been worn into the dirt. At this distance, it was easier to see something else, closer to the compound walls.
"Bodies have been dismembered and left at the perimeter. They are not fresh." Either a warning to avoid the area, or a statement of power over the lives of others.
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Date: 2020-05-19 11:40 pm (UTC)Ideally, they wouldn't have to fight, but the locals had no reason to be friendly to outsiders, and, judging by those bodies, weren't very friendly to locals, either. He tilted his head, tried to listen for any sounds that might indicate other people, but for now it was quiet. It could be abandoned, or they could be walking into an ambush.
"If they give us a chance to talk, let me handle it." He didn't trust Darth Jadus in the slightest. "I doubt they will, but it's always worth it to try."
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Date: 2021-03-31 03:27 pm (UTC)But had the assaults on this place killed its inhabitants? Were the bodies at the walls all that was left? Every time he instinctively reached out to the world around him, the twisting emptiness tried to rush in. His mind retreated to a safer harbor, the one blot of emotion and life he could clearly distinguish: the agent.
"Stop right there!" A voice called out as they drew level with the old corpses. Speaking Basic, with an unlacable accent.
"Identify yourself!" There were quiet hissings of other voices behind it, but he could not yet see where any of them were.