Post by Lord Nova on May 26, 2010 19:54:06 GMT -5
Making his way through the forest was a far harder task than he had predicted. Already he had encountered a small but fairly irritable gang of humans. They seemed to be very discriminative of aliens, and furthermore they seemed to think he was an out lander with the Taris Exploration Corps. However he had dispatched them quickly, as they seemed unlikely to be of any use in he Trek crossed the wilderness.
Now here he was, stumbling shakily through the forest. When he had first seen the light flickering in through the canopy ahead it had been nearly half and hour and he had yet to cover a distance he might have been able to do in minutes if he hadn't been injured. In his mind Nova comforted his mechanical leg; it was still weird having a prosthetic. But when he breathed in for air, his lungs couldn't get their fill and Nova fell to his flesh and bone left knee and lifted his face toward the fading light, his eyes were glazed and he felt that he might vomit, but I have to get out of here!
He closed his eyes, anger and hatred for Jabuun flushed his system. Even when he had been a servant to the Hutt there had been very few who dared discriminate against the large Alien. And now, with a power Jericho had bestowed upon him in his years of service, he believed that if he did not get off this planet soon, his old employer would have him dead within the week...if the Forest didn't kill him.
The Anger was made purposeful, but he was not a healer. Even though his body felt ever so slightly reinvigorated, this did nothing for his mechanical leg. The leg he had lost back on Tatooine had been badly tweaked by the Rancor, and after Nova used the retracting spikes from his boot, he had nearly stopped all function in it. Perhaps the nuclear power cell dislodged itself... Rising again he pushed onward, the floor below felt numb to his feet, his legs were moving but no more as he limped several more meters. He could feel a breeze now, the air had been able to make it through the rim of the forest. Which meant either salvation, or, he thought with sudden sickness, condemnation...
Nova had barely broke the forest wall when his body collapsed. The last thing he remembered before giving in to his fatigue was feeling the burnt flesh on his hand scrape the gravel, with this came nightfall...
Now here he was, stumbling shakily through the forest. When he had first seen the light flickering in through the canopy ahead it had been nearly half and hour and he had yet to cover a distance he might have been able to do in minutes if he hadn't been injured. In his mind Nova comforted his mechanical leg; it was still weird having a prosthetic. But when he breathed in for air, his lungs couldn't get their fill and Nova fell to his flesh and bone left knee and lifted his face toward the fading light, his eyes were glazed and he felt that he might vomit, but I have to get out of here!
He closed his eyes, anger and hatred for Jabuun flushed his system. Even when he had been a servant to the Hutt there had been very few who dared discriminate against the large Alien. And now, with a power Jericho had bestowed upon him in his years of service, he believed that if he did not get off this planet soon, his old employer would have him dead within the week...if the Forest didn't kill him.
The Anger was made purposeful, but he was not a healer. Even though his body felt ever so slightly reinvigorated, this did nothing for his mechanical leg. The leg he had lost back on Tatooine had been badly tweaked by the Rancor, and after Nova used the retracting spikes from his boot, he had nearly stopped all function in it. Perhaps the nuclear power cell dislodged itself... Rising again he pushed onward, the floor below felt numb to his feet, his legs were moving but no more as he limped several more meters. He could feel a breeze now, the air had been able to make it through the rim of the forest. Which meant either salvation, or, he thought with sudden sickness, condemnation...
Nova had barely broke the forest wall when his body collapsed. The last thing he remembered before giving in to his fatigue was feeling the burnt flesh on his hand scrape the gravel, with this came nightfall...