With those simple words, myriad Jedi and Padawans had fallen under the trigger of a blaster. They were all but purged from the galaxy. Survivors, desperate to live on hid, in exile and scattered to distant, remote planets. The Galactic Senate had crumbled, giving way to the Empire.
But balance must return to the Force, and secretly, Jedi are roaming the galaxy to find Padawans, a new generation to train in the ways of the light side of the Force. A rebellion is forming and those once undiscovered in the Wild Space and the Unexplored Sector are now making their voices heard.
ScatterStar is a Star Wars crossover forum based RPG set in the 26th century and takes place between Episode III and Episode IV. Ever wanted a Vulcan Jedi? A Klingon with a BFG 9000? A Roswell Grey Sith? A Yautja bounty-hunter who collects the lightsabers of his kills? A Wookie ensign in Star Fleet? In ScatterStar, all this and more can be possible.
Because the Universe is a very, very big place...
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» Scattered Light - A Scatterstar story (Naboo)
by Dvorak-Kevik-Vermin Mon Mar 06, 2017 1:15 pm
“This vacation will be wonderful! We’ll finally be able to visit a real space station!” The woman looked at Kael, “It’ll be really different from what you're used to at the ranch.” She looked nervously around as the shuttle began it’s ascent. “I never did like flying.” Kael turned his attention toward the window, watching the landscape shrink below the shuttle. Great trees where diminished to toothpicks, then green blurs, soon nothing remained discernable. “The flight should be over soon, don’t worry mom.”
Almost at their destination, the shuttle shuttered. Breath masks dropped from the ceiling as the pilot explained about a possible technical malfunction. Kael placed the mask over his face along with the other panicked passengers. He wasn’t sure what the Minister meant by the mission beginning with a crash. Now he understood. What better way to draw attention without truly distinguishing yourself then a tragic crash? He could only hope that Intelligence had carefully planned everything.
Around him, passengers were panicking. It seemed that this technical ‘malfunction’ went as far as to disable the right side of the shuttle. Judging by their bluing faces, this disabling included the breath masks as well. Luckily he was seated at the left side of the craft. This was causing chaos amongst the people inside. One man stood over the couple seated in the row in ahead of Kael, demanding access to one of their masks. A second jerk of the shuttle fixed the couples problem. Now they were showered in blood and matter. From the warmth, Kael guessed he ended up donning some of the man’s blood as well. Kael clenched his teeth, gripped the armrests of his seat and shut his eyes.
Another sudden jerk signaled the shuttles uncontrolled descent. The shuttle, still being propelled by it’s now out of control engines didn’t seem to have a means of stopping, that or the pilot was another casualty. With one final, colossal bounce, into the hangar bay, Kael’s world went black.
((I hope Dark Red is ok, I'm just trying to find the decent colors with this darker background.))
Small drones were launched from the docking bay, in attempts to corral the out of control shuttle, but their efforts were in vain. The ship crashed into the docking bay, making lifeforms scatter and bots get smashed or flattened as if by a steamroller. The remaining bots and engineers worked to quell the superficial fires that licked at the newly arrived ship's hull. The doors were pried open and still more bots assessed the situation since it might be too dangerous for organics to venture forth.
There was a shimmering light and stand-offish looking Turian materialized. He stepped forth and took in the scene. Turning to the nearest drone he asked about casualties.
"80% of the passengers have suffered a fatal injury, 10% have suffered non-fatal injury that will likely result in permanent disfiguration such as severed limbs. 5% have endured recoverable injury such as broken bones. 5% have no injury. This is not accounting for superficial or surface wounds, cuts, bruises. Most injuries were due to a malfunction of the breather masks. Lack of oxygen for the prolonged amount of time resulted in permanent brain damage-"
By this time, Vermin simply walked away from the drone and stepped closer to the chaos. Organics were beginning to venture into the ruined ship and aid screaming passengers. He heard someone behind him mutter about the impossibility of navigating a ship to the station.
He hit a button on his wrist. "Chimera Forta? There was an accident. You should get down here. Politics." Time for her to show her pearly whites and bring blankets and cups of broth and band-aids to show how much the little people meant to the big picture. He cut off the com signal and hefted himself into the ship, looking to help any survivors.
She approached vermin and stood to his right. It was obvious that they were sensing much pain and fear, but a slight glaze over her green eyes. "This will require a service we simply cannot provide... But we must try." She thought aloud, consulting with her new partner as if they'd worked together for years.
She waved forth an officer from the back. "Please have the station's counsellor assign her team to assess the needs of all member of this travesty. Tell the counsellor in person." She made sure to look this nobody directly in the eyes, because to her, this officer was just as crutial as Vermn, or Forta, or the Counsellor, or the victims. Her empathy, perhaps due to Forta's sensory cabalities, was unparalled.
"Vermin, you have seen much tragedy and it have been handled poorly by people you've been told to respect. I respect you. I've sensed how you've cared much in your life to be finalized in disappointment, and, therefore, I must ask you before continuing how I must, what you think the proper corse of action is..."
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He watched the Trill order the security force as they extinguished flames and tried to haul living bodies and not corpses from the wreck. When she addressed him, he gave a slow blink.
Just announce all my secrets to the world, why don't you? Vermin thought with a bit of bitterness, but his reply was professional.
"I haven't had a chance to observe this place's medical facilities. I just got here. But the injured need to be taken to the hospital right away. Quarter off the docking bays. Let no one but authorized personal in or out. Any incoming ships are just going to have to circle for a while. If this was a crime, we can't let any suspicious persons leave. Any telepaths should give a light scan to every living person. Try to find the navigator and pilot, see if they're alive and able to talk." He remembered on his entry there was a quiet, but big deal all the same, about specialty navigators for this station. Did something happen to the one on this ship?
Finally, he ended with "Try to tag the dead."
A droid’s dim beam of artificial light swept down the aisle, illuminating the woman next to him before continuing it’s slow path. The glance told Rashi that he was lucky, the woman was clearly dead. He could have easily been taken back in a body bag before his job had even begun. If this was what HQ was going to do… well, he’d need to have a word with the Minister. Rashi caught what he was doing and berated himself. No! No more thoughts, you are Kael. So think like him!
He fumbled for the seatbelt and climbed over the woman’s body. He attempted to get as far as he could, without removing the breath mask. The line only allowed him to get into the aisle before pulling uncomfortably on his head. Kael was a genuinely nice, sweet boy who loved his mother dearly. As an agent, he felt the woman deserved better then becoming an unrecognizable charred corpse. Her family deserved better. She gave her life for the- You’re doing it again! He- Kael – gently shook his mother’s shoulder. “Mom?” The only response he received was the lolling of her head to her shoulder. He struggled with seat buckle, getting her limp body free of the cramped shuttle seats and sat her up.
Kael pulled the mask off of his face after taking one last big breath, knowing full well that the smoke would do nothing but burn. The removal of the mask signaled the sickenly sweet stench of cooking meat. The sudden assault to his nose surprised him and made him gag. He pulled the collar of his sooty shirt over his mouth and nose in an attempt to shield himself from the smell and the smoke. He then picked the woman up in his arms. At 15, he was more lean then muscled, but adrenaline was granting him strength and stamina that he didn’t know he could muster. His staggering must have alerted one of the droids because he found a floating ball hovering before him, giving him a quick scan with its white light. The probe then turned and headed down the aisle and paused giving a beep.
Kael could only hope that the droid was trying to lead him out a safe route. It was all he could do to carry the woman’s corpse. Kael wasn’t sure what injuries he received, the very same adrenaline that allowed him to carry this woman was dulling any potential pain. Yet the smoke still managed to sting his eyes. How long his escape from the wreckage took, Kael couldn’t say. He was just focused on putting one foot in front of the other as he followed the little machine to safety.
Outside, Kael was greeted by cool, clean air. He never thought he’d be so grateful to enter a space port as he was at that moment. He stumbled a distance from the shuttle before finally falling to his knees upon the cold floor. His red, smoke irritated eyes, dropped tears down his cheeks. His burning throat and lungs produced coughs as he leaned over his mother’s corpse.
It was graphic, but her stature could not crumble. "This will require much attention with the high-command." She admited, knowing that seemed trivial; however necessary.
"My orders are for you to see this through and give a detailed report in the conference room come morning. When you arrive, I will have a gift for you." She smiled, almost sexually, before turning and walking towards the science department.
The Turian walked through the wounded, the dead were already being carted away on stretchers. Most of the wounded, those who were able to speak, were being questioned. Finally he noticed an young man weeping over the body of a woman. He hurried over.
He got to his knees by the woman and pressed his talons to her throat. No pulse. He pressed his talons to her wrist and got the same result. By now another officer stood behind Vermin and the turian looked up at him and nodded. The officer called for assistance and began to remove her body.
Vermin looked to the young man the woman left behind. "What is your name?" He asked. "Is that woman your mother? Are you injured. Where did you travel from?" It was probably too many questions too quick and too soon. He was an assassin and soldier, not a wetnurse. He was trying to be as tactful as possible.
Green eyes paled to fear that she would not let consume her; her fortitude remained. It was in kindness and selflessness that her bravery fell to its counterpart. Whatever it was, it was huge - even on a galactic scale.
"Well Roy looks like the party has already started." "Yes sir, I don't know why it is that everywhere we go something or someone is either blowing up or trying to kill us. Your bad luck!" LE-R03Y8 Chimed at Wolf indigently. "ME??? I'm bad luck? You need to get your servos checked, and just remember that if it wasn't for me you'd be in a slag heap right now." Wolf shook a disapproving finger at his robotic co-pilot in mock distaste, then concentrated on the approach vector to the spaceport. ScatterStar being a decent size station, you would think the approach would be an easy one. But for some reason the amount of concentration required from wolf was extremely taxing. The feeling now was no different, but strangely over time it seemed as if the drain was getting less and less. Wolf once tried to let LeRoy handle the landing approach but for some reason the droid couldn't do it. It was as if only a biologic could handle the approach. Pulling into the landing bay Wolf looked down the line and saw the destroyed shuttle and the swarms of police and emergency personnel surrounding the site. Feeling the familiar thud of the landing gear touching down, Wolf unstrapped his belting and sighed heavily.
He was tired, but not as tired as the last time he came here. Well i guess i had better go check and see if i can find a job posting. I wonder what happened with that transport. Stepping out of his ship Wolf walked toward docking bay 7. Walking past the cordoned off area Wolf craned his head to look. Suddenly a shudder passed violently through his body. What the hell was that? somethings wrong. Wolf continued to crane his neck hoping to see something but he just couldn't shake the feeling that just wracked his body.
Nearby, a stranger’s voice echoed. It took Kael a moment to realize the voice was directed at him. Kael blankly nodded in reply to the speaker. “M… my…” Kael closed his eyes and attempted to take a deep breath, but was racked with coughs instead. “…Smoke.” Shaking his head he sat up as straight as the corpse draped in his lap would allow. “…Kael..” First thing he noticed the feet weren’t quite right, than he blatantly realized the voice had an odd metallic edge, like the carapace-like panels covering the generators skin. Kael looked up at the man with a start. Normally Rashi would have looked upon this being with disgust; however Kael was nothing more than a rancher. He had the grace to quickly look back at his mother’s body. “S-sorry. I... I’ve never seen…” He answered the mysterious speaker, in a hoarse voice. Kael blinked in surprised at the sound of his voice, how long was he out in there? He tried again.He hoped the soreness in his throat caused by the smoke would soon fix itself. It would be a pain, in more ways than one, to attempt to communicate otherwise!
((OOC: Hope this makes sense. I reorganized it at the last minute and wrote it in spurts. Also what he's feeling is direct correlation to his double-edged sword part of his ability, which means he is unknowingly affected by the emotions of those around him.))
Vermin didn't have the time or patience to be offended by the young man's stare, and when he tried apologizing the turian shook his head. "Forget it." This guy was either from a back-star planet, extremely sheltered or a xenophobe. Either way, it didn't matter at the moment. "My name is Vermin. Are you injured?" He repeated.
He heard a strange sound, like a fleshy weight collapsing behind him and he turned to scan the room. In the chaos he saw Chimera Forta on the ground. On instinct and out of a sense of duty he started to get to his feet. Then he remembered Kael and what he was in the middle of. He looked around for anyone who could help.
Finally he saw a low-level security officer, looking at the scene before him like a deer in headlights. He snapped his fingers, then twice more. "Hey!"
The sec-officer came to his senses and looked at Vermin, who pointed at the fallen Chimera. "Get a medic on her," he ordered.
Hopefully now that Chimera was tended to, Vermin returned his attention to Kael. "Where are you from?" He asked again. "Do you know where you are now? Can you tell me what happened to the ship?"
Two more medical officers were now setting up a gurney next to Kael, he would be transported to the hospital at any moment for a thorough examination.
She swatted the officer's hand away. "I'm fine." She barked with a tired strain, and headed to medical for her other, completely unrelated, appointment.
What scared her, more than ever, was that Chimera and Forta's lines were blurring. Now this, this was fear, and she would manage it. Think more on this, I shall.
Wolf Turned away from the scene, sufficiently satisfied that he has satiated his curiosity. His gaze fell on a Trill woman in what seemed to be official garb who had just fainted or something to that effect. She was now brushing off a security officer who had been order by another alien, I think they are called Terrians?, who had been ordered to help her. Strange As Wolf started to walk away form the scene he noticed the area getting hemmed in by security personnel as the site was being secured. Well i suppose thats my cue to leave. Wish i could help but, not really my problem Walking towards one of the few open areas to exit, Wolf heads towards any place where he can get a drink.
Medics were coming for Kael, and Vermin got to his feet. "I'll be by to check up on you as soon as I can. I still have some questions." His words drifted off as he looked around the scene some more.
Then he spotted Wolf. He narrowed his eyes and started to follow the man. What the hell? Did these security chuckleheads not understand "No one in or out" or did they just take it to mean "Eh, let people mosey in and out as they please. For fun! It's not like there's dead and dying around, or that the scene could be contaminated. Let's all do a Venusian conga line through the whole docking bay."
His angry thoughts simmering in his head, the turian managed to catch up to Wolf and reached out to put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Excuse me, please. Identification? Passcard?"
Wolf looked over the mans shoulder as the security and medical personnel scurrying about. "Course it seems like you and your security guys got the scene pretty much handled Mr.??" Wolf hoped to diffuse this guy a bit, he knew that the situation was bad but there was no need to make matters worse by being hostile. Besides from the looks of this guy, Wolf knew he didn't really wanna go toe-to-toe with him. That skin looks tough as rock.
"So, Mister Wolf. You came by to see if you could help, and, with the chaos around you, people indeed needing assistance, you decided your hand wasn't needed and thought you'd go for a pint instead?" His beady, predatory gold eyes scanned Wolf's face. "How noble of you. Where are you traveling from? What are your reasons for visiting our station?" He was all business, not a smirk, or a grin...could turians even grin?
He was a stoic border customs guard.
Wolf's expression never changed from cool and collected. He nodded his head towards his ship docked in the next bay. "My ships right there and it's identification code is WF-902. If you look in your records you'll see that I have docked here before although it has been quite awhile."
Wolf reached into his lower left hand pocket and removed a small wallet. He opened the wallet and showed his credentials stating him as the owner of the "Wolfs tooth" as well as his republic identification number and the list of crew aboard his ship, as well as a manifest showing his cargo hold as empty.
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