Post by Foxfire on May 11, 2011 20:02:46 GMT -5
Location: Between Nal Hutta and Ylesia
The calm void, most would call it relaxing some unnerving, but what ever you call it it seemed to have a strange hold upon on stranger that fiction Aleena. Halc Greimer, grey Jedi and crazy to boot, has once again found that one in a hundred ships that would take a disliking to any being found stowing away in a cargo hold filled with all manners of shiny.
Halc did indeed like his shiny things but as usual these shiny things were stolen and being transported to an unmarked location of the outer rim. Another mid-size freighter of common make and condition with the minimum of extras was floating dead in space. Also dead was it's crew who in their final hours were having the grandest of times torchering Halc Greimer. Burning, stunning, cutting and worst of all they were eating in front of him. Not able to handle they eating in front of him with out giving him some Halc's mind snapped. With force fear pouring from every fiber of his being Halc force screamed till only he was standing till only the calm silence of the blackness of the void could be heard and felt.
The next few days Halc's body healed from the physical damage but it was not having the best of time coping with the mental damage. The route that the ship was on was one that few took but the few were like the crew, smugglers, dead beats, thugs. When these came across the dead ship a few boarded only to be ran off by ghostly powers as they would have you believe. The more educated would see that the going on was nothing more than some being with twisted force power. With this twisted force power Halc drove all away for he could feel their defiled hunger, their greed, the over whelming lust for riches.
Three weeks of this and Halc was starting to grow hungry. Near the end of the third week a small cargo ship came up to the ship locked hold and the crew was starting to board when Halc awoke and with the force screaming at him. Another group had came and this one was not as bad but when they found the riches held with in the cargo hold their greed became clear to Greimer. These too poor fools also failed to heed the warnings and they to died either by their in fighting or by Halc's force fear pouring through them and they jettisoned themselves into space.
The small cargo ship that was attached held with in it's hold was a months worth of high end foods, either frozen or fresh. So now Halc had his food but with all this food and shiny things he hungered for only one thing and that was 'Pie', nice and warm. Halc wanted for this more than anything that was on board, but he could only dream of it.
On one day of the fourth week Halc found himself on the mid-size cargo freighter's bridge. Fiddling with the dials Halc had opening the coms and recorded the want for pie. So here the ghost ships floated dead in space with a single com repeating.......
I wish I had Pie.
The calm void, most would call it relaxing some unnerving, but what ever you call it it seemed to have a strange hold upon on stranger that fiction Aleena. Halc Greimer, grey Jedi and crazy to boot, has once again found that one in a hundred ships that would take a disliking to any being found stowing away in a cargo hold filled with all manners of shiny.
Halc did indeed like his shiny things but as usual these shiny things were stolen and being transported to an unmarked location of the outer rim. Another mid-size freighter of common make and condition with the minimum of extras was floating dead in space. Also dead was it's crew who in their final hours were having the grandest of times torchering Halc Greimer. Burning, stunning, cutting and worst of all they were eating in front of him. Not able to handle they eating in front of him with out giving him some Halc's mind snapped. With force fear pouring from every fiber of his being Halc force screamed till only he was standing till only the calm silence of the blackness of the void could be heard and felt.
The next few days Halc's body healed from the physical damage but it was not having the best of time coping with the mental damage. The route that the ship was on was one that few took but the few were like the crew, smugglers, dead beats, thugs. When these came across the dead ship a few boarded only to be ran off by ghostly powers as they would have you believe. The more educated would see that the going on was nothing more than some being with twisted force power. With this twisted force power Halc drove all away for he could feel their defiled hunger, their greed, the over whelming lust for riches.
Three weeks of this and Halc was starting to grow hungry. Near the end of the third week a small cargo ship came up to the ship locked hold and the crew was starting to board when Halc awoke and with the force screaming at him. Another group had came and this one was not as bad but when they found the riches held with in the cargo hold their greed became clear to Greimer. These too poor fools also failed to heed the warnings and they to died either by their in fighting or by Halc's force fear pouring through them and they jettisoned themselves into space.
The small cargo ship that was attached held with in it's hold was a months worth of high end foods, either frozen or fresh. So now Halc had his food but with all this food and shiny things he hungered for only one thing and that was 'Pie', nice and warm. Halc wanted for this more than anything that was on board, but he could only dream of it.
On one day of the fourth week Halc found himself on the mid-size cargo freighter's bridge. Fiddling with the dials Halc had opening the coms and recorded the want for pie. So here the ghost ships floated dead in space with a single com repeating.......
I wish I had Pie.