Post by Rugs on Nov 20, 2019 10:37:55 GMT -5
The ship waiting for them atop the landing pad was more a glorified suttle than anything else, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Io’an stumbled up the ramp, as the shaking ground rolled like a sea in storm. He had stopped directing the earthquake; he’d only turned the natural energy in the area loose and let the rest work itself out.
The ground next to them opened up and the pad began to tilt, sending another ship sliding into the mountain’s yawning gullet in a shower of sparks. “We gotta go!” he yelled as Jazen spun up the engines and got their ride up and into the air.
Behind them, the whole of the landing pad disappeared into the mountain. Trees, earth, rocks all tumbled away as the peak’s southern face gave way and slid down itself. Clouds of birds, disturbed from their perches by the rumbling, swarmed over of the jungle as the ship climbed skyward and punched through the clouds.
Io’an sagged into his seat and pulled his helmet off with a hiss as the connections disengaged. His blonde hair clung wetly to his forehead. His face was flushed from exertion; he had more color than since falling sick.
The air inside was cool, at least. It felt good to have a breather, away from that humid hellhole of a planet.
“Bring down the mountain was your plan?”
Io’an shot Jazen a rare, prideful smile that was almost immediately ruined as he doubled over to cough. Red flecks of blood spotted his gauntleted hands when he was finished.
“I can... change things,” he said slowly. “Use the Force to direct and alter the natural energy that already exists around us. It depends on the location but, there’s a lot of power to harness in places like Gamorr. Quite frankly, I wasn’t sure we could make it out alive otherwise. Not with those things swarming us.”
He leaned back in his seat as the white-specked-black of space turned to the swirling blue of hyperspace as the ship jumped away from Gamorr. His eyes fluttered closed as he lay his head against the too-big rest behind it. There was some benefit to the ship being designed for Gamorreans, he supposed.
“That whole thing was a bust from the beginning,” he muttered. “We should’ve seen that coming.” Yet for all that, he felt... oddly pleased with himself. The Plague, wondering each day if he’d finally succumb to it, was terrible. But ever since he’d fallen ill, he’d felt more in tune with the Force than he ever had before — stronger in the Force than ever before.
It was exhilarating and horrifying at once.
The Chorus laughed softly in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.
The ground next to them opened up and the pad began to tilt, sending another ship sliding into the mountain’s yawning gullet in a shower of sparks. “We gotta go!” he yelled as Jazen spun up the engines and got their ride up and into the air.
Behind them, the whole of the landing pad disappeared into the mountain. Trees, earth, rocks all tumbled away as the peak’s southern face gave way and slid down itself. Clouds of birds, disturbed from their perches by the rumbling, swarmed over of the jungle as the ship climbed skyward and punched through the clouds.
Io’an sagged into his seat and pulled his helmet off with a hiss as the connections disengaged. His blonde hair clung wetly to his forehead. His face was flushed from exertion; he had more color than since falling sick.
The air inside was cool, at least. It felt good to have a breather, away from that humid hellhole of a planet.
“Bring down the mountain was your plan?”
Io’an shot Jazen a rare, prideful smile that was almost immediately ruined as he doubled over to cough. Red flecks of blood spotted his gauntleted hands when he was finished.
“I can... change things,” he said slowly. “Use the Force to direct and alter the natural energy that already exists around us. It depends on the location but, there’s a lot of power to harness in places like Gamorr. Quite frankly, I wasn’t sure we could make it out alive otherwise. Not with those things swarming us.”
He leaned back in his seat as the white-specked-black of space turned to the swirling blue of hyperspace as the ship jumped away from Gamorr. His eyes fluttered closed as he lay his head against the too-big rest behind it. There was some benefit to the ship being designed for Gamorreans, he supposed.
“That whole thing was a bust from the beginning,” he muttered. “We should’ve seen that coming.” Yet for all that, he felt... oddly pleased with himself. The Plague, wondering each day if he’d finally succumb to it, was terrible. But ever since he’d fallen ill, he’d felt more in tune with the Force than he ever had before — stronger in the Force than ever before.
It was exhilarating and horrifying at once.
The Chorus laughed softly in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.