Post by Sinvrick on Apr 6, 2009 22:01:08 GMT -5
Beeping filled the control HUD with red flashing lights which woke Sinvrick from a deep sleep. The computer read that the hyper drive was giving out and about to fail. Sinvrick's fighter was breaking apart. As it turns out when his ex-home ship jumped into light speed and Sinvrick barely escaping it caused some major malfunctions being so close to the ship when it jumped.
Sinvrick took the controls and exited light speed. He had no choice. He read that the closest planet was a planet he never herd of called Kamino. Yet even when he exited hyper speed, making it to the planet was not certain. He was very far and his ship was in terrible shape.
The planet looked no bigger than a marble from the distance he was from it. Did he leave light speed to soon, or should he of stayed in longer? He did not care, he was determined to make it. A loud bang came from the back of the fighter, the first engine had fallen off.
It would take Sinvrick about another twenty minutes to make it to the planet at the speed he was going at. The ship began preparing itself for planetary landing. The diagnostics read that landing probability of successful landing was poor. Suggesting to lower speed. That had now become impossible, the landing gear was fried. Sinvrick was not concerned but disappointed, he was unsure if he could enjoy anymore combat.
The landing operation had begun, the fighter entered the atmosphere aflame. Bit and pieces falling off, Sinvrick clenching the steering handles to the point that it was cutting off circulation in his hands. "COME ON YOU PIECE OF SCRAP METAL! Don't give up on me now." he said. The flames had begun to dissipate once he passed the clouds and hitting the dense rain. He was above water and flying the plane to land was unlikely. One because there was no land around and two because the ship was now destroyed.
Sinvrick had no choice. He ejected and in mid air he attached his jet pack. It fired. He watched his ship crash into the depths of the water below. He wouldn't be able to remain in the air long cause of his fuel cells being half dead. He had about an hour. Sinvrick did not waste time and took off northward.
Twenty minutes had past and nothing. The rain beginning to sink through his armor and now drenching him. Ten more minutes and still nothing. Soaked and tired Sinvrick was now beginning to lose hope. Another ten minutes, finally a reading, but still faint. Twenty minutes away, this would be close for him.
Sinvrick then saw it, a city, built over the water. He had only about five minutes left, the platforms where now clearly visible. He could just make it. Only feet away and his cells gave out and he began to plummet. He was still getting closer to the platforms, inches away. His hands connected with the curved edges. He began to slide down, with no grip he was going to fall off. He withdrew his sword and dug it into the metal. Only slightly piercing the metal, it stopped him from falling to a watery grave.
Some Kominans saw Sinvrick saving his own life. They were quick to go out and aid him. They manged to bring him inside, the warmth felt good to Sinvrick. He fell unconscious inside.
Several hours later Sinvrick awoke. Clean clothes and food at the foot of his bed awaited him. His many wounds and scars tended to and bandaged. He was quick to jump at the food stuffing his face. Once finished he put on his clothes and left the room, searching for who ever helped him.
In his mind he thought that he would act kind, to these beings, even though he was rotten to the core.
"Hello?" Sinvrick asked.
"Hello human, welcome to Tapoca City, My name is Logasca, may I ask as to what your name is?" A Kominoan behind Sinvrick asked.
Sinvrick responded, "Sinvrick, Sinvrick Hawlks, thank you for the food and clothes and tending to my wounds." Sinvrick responded, with an out streched hand. The two shook hands. "Not to be rude, but I can not stay here, I was on my home to the inner rims, heading to my home planet, when my ships hyper drive gave out, and I crashed here on Komino, I had to eject and use what was left of my jet pack to fly he-"
"We know, we witnessed you on monitor, we recognize your ship, we understand that you are a Fringer, so before I can offer you anything, and give back your weapons, I must stress that this is a neutral planet, we are not involved in the wars of the republic and sith. Whether you are or not, is none of our concern, but know this, if you violate our neutralism, you will be sent to a maximum security prison. Do you understand these terms?" The Kominoan asked.
"Yes I do, I only wish to continue my way, I will not be here long, but there is one madder I need to ask, I require a ship that will take me off planet." Sinvrick responded.
"We will send you off planet on the next public transportation ship, it will bring you to Tattooine, where you can make your way to where ever you need to go. Now I bid you farewell, your attire is in this hanger, the ship will be just outside there within the hour." The Kominoan finished and pointed to the door to their left.
Sinvrick entered the room where his armor and weapons were. His armor cleaned and fixed, jet pack refueled and his weapons charged and cleaned. He put on and equipped it all and boarded the ship that would take him to Tattooine. He never said thank you, ,if he was going to be himself in anyway in that peacful city, that was how he would do it.
Sinvrick took the controls and exited light speed. He had no choice. He read that the closest planet was a planet he never herd of called Kamino. Yet even when he exited hyper speed, making it to the planet was not certain. He was very far and his ship was in terrible shape.
The planet looked no bigger than a marble from the distance he was from it. Did he leave light speed to soon, or should he of stayed in longer? He did not care, he was determined to make it. A loud bang came from the back of the fighter, the first engine had fallen off.
It would take Sinvrick about another twenty minutes to make it to the planet at the speed he was going at. The ship began preparing itself for planetary landing. The diagnostics read that landing probability of successful landing was poor. Suggesting to lower speed. That had now become impossible, the landing gear was fried. Sinvrick was not concerned but disappointed, he was unsure if he could enjoy anymore combat.
The landing operation had begun, the fighter entered the atmosphere aflame. Bit and pieces falling off, Sinvrick clenching the steering handles to the point that it was cutting off circulation in his hands. "COME ON YOU PIECE OF SCRAP METAL! Don't give up on me now." he said. The flames had begun to dissipate once he passed the clouds and hitting the dense rain. He was above water and flying the plane to land was unlikely. One because there was no land around and two because the ship was now destroyed.
Sinvrick had no choice. He ejected and in mid air he attached his jet pack. It fired. He watched his ship crash into the depths of the water below. He wouldn't be able to remain in the air long cause of his fuel cells being half dead. He had about an hour. Sinvrick did not waste time and took off northward.
Twenty minutes had past and nothing. The rain beginning to sink through his armor and now drenching him. Ten more minutes and still nothing. Soaked and tired Sinvrick was now beginning to lose hope. Another ten minutes, finally a reading, but still faint. Twenty minutes away, this would be close for him.
Sinvrick then saw it, a city, built over the water. He had only about five minutes left, the platforms where now clearly visible. He could just make it. Only feet away and his cells gave out and he began to plummet. He was still getting closer to the platforms, inches away. His hands connected with the curved edges. He began to slide down, with no grip he was going to fall off. He withdrew his sword and dug it into the metal. Only slightly piercing the metal, it stopped him from falling to a watery grave.
Some Kominans saw Sinvrick saving his own life. They were quick to go out and aid him. They manged to bring him inside, the warmth felt good to Sinvrick. He fell unconscious inside.
Several hours later Sinvrick awoke. Clean clothes and food at the foot of his bed awaited him. His many wounds and scars tended to and bandaged. He was quick to jump at the food stuffing his face. Once finished he put on his clothes and left the room, searching for who ever helped him.
In his mind he thought that he would act kind, to these beings, even though he was rotten to the core.
"Hello?" Sinvrick asked.
"Hello human, welcome to Tapoca City, My name is Logasca, may I ask as to what your name is?" A Kominoan behind Sinvrick asked.
Sinvrick responded, "Sinvrick, Sinvrick Hawlks, thank you for the food and clothes and tending to my wounds." Sinvrick responded, with an out streched hand. The two shook hands. "Not to be rude, but I can not stay here, I was on my home to the inner rims, heading to my home planet, when my ships hyper drive gave out, and I crashed here on Komino, I had to eject and use what was left of my jet pack to fly he-"
"We know, we witnessed you on monitor, we recognize your ship, we understand that you are a Fringer, so before I can offer you anything, and give back your weapons, I must stress that this is a neutral planet, we are not involved in the wars of the republic and sith. Whether you are or not, is none of our concern, but know this, if you violate our neutralism, you will be sent to a maximum security prison. Do you understand these terms?" The Kominoan asked.
"Yes I do, I only wish to continue my way, I will not be here long, but there is one madder I need to ask, I require a ship that will take me off planet." Sinvrick responded.
"We will send you off planet on the next public transportation ship, it will bring you to Tattooine, where you can make your way to where ever you need to go. Now I bid you farewell, your attire is in this hanger, the ship will be just outside there within the hour." The Kominoan finished and pointed to the door to their left.
Sinvrick entered the room where his armor and weapons were. His armor cleaned and fixed, jet pack refueled and his weapons charged and cleaned. He put on and equipped it all and boarded the ship that would take him to Tattooine. He never said thank you, ,if he was going to be himself in anyway in that peacful city, that was how he would do it.