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ARKUM ELO
Exploration on Yavin IV[Dark Times RPG]
It had been good to be back home for a few days. Obah Diah isn’t very welcoming to outsiders, nor to its own people for that matter, but it was home. I grew up there with the other scum on the streets, all climbing over one another, striving to become something more. It puts things in perspective. I’ve got my own ship, credits and health. If this keeps up I could be hiring crew mates in a matter of weeks. Crew… Is it really my style? All the other smugglers have started to get connections, gaining allies, enemies and whatnot. Am I falling behind? “No.” A voice sounds in my head, coming from the deepest depths of my mind. “Doubt is the thief of opportunity…” it says. I do not recall where i had heard it, maybe it came from myself, my unconscious self. Regardless of its origin, it is true. I know the path I am on. It may not be righteous, but neither is reality. That is why I go alone. My comlink begins flashing. A new mission? I answer the call. “P-6 - 73 - 52.21 - 16.73.” says a disrupted voice… These are coordinates. I plot the nava computer. The coordinates mark a location… A system called Yavin IV.
Yavin IV is a green dot contrasting the dark space. This reminds of my trip to Bakura. The ship enters the atmosphere. The green jungle is a fast blur, and the destination lies clear ahead. A trail of mist follows the shuttle. Descending into the lower levels of the atmosphere, very near the ground, a fog envelopes the ship, forcing me to land. As I approach the ground I spot a clearing. A jedi interceptor is at the tree line. This is a trap. Let’s spring it! I land my ship, and walk out from the cargo bay. A rush of hot moist air bursts into the ship as pressure equalizes. The Interceptor lays near the woodline. It’s crooked and dirty. The fog masks smoke coming from the cockpit. The black smoke becomes more and more clear as the fog dissipates. 10 feet from the ship, some type of headgear lay dirty and burnt in the soil. It’s a cap, from a rebel commando. This must surely be the crash site of the jedi. The Jedi known as Ferus Olin...
Exploration on Yavin IV[Dark Times RPG]
It had been good to be back home for a few days. Obah Diah isn’t very welcoming to outsiders, nor to its own people for that matter, but it was home. I grew up there with the other scum on the streets, all climbing over one another, striving to become something more. It puts things in perspective. I’ve got my own ship, credits and health. If this keeps up I could be hiring crew mates in a matter of weeks. Crew… Is it really my style? All the other smugglers have started to get connections, gaining allies, enemies and whatnot. Am I falling behind? “No.” A voice sounds in my head, coming from the deepest depths of my mind. “Doubt is the thief of opportunity…” it says. I do not recall where i had heard it, maybe it came from myself, my unconscious self. Regardless of its origin, it is true. I know the path I am on. It may not be righteous, but neither is reality. That is why I go alone. My comlink begins flashing. A new mission? I answer the call. “P-6 - 73 - 52.21 - 16.73.” says a disrupted voice… These are coordinates. I plot the nava computer. The coordinates mark a location… A system called Yavin IV.
Yavin IV is a green dot contrasting the dark space. This reminds of my trip to Bakura. The ship enters the atmosphere. The green jungle is a fast blur, and the destination lies clear ahead. A trail of mist follows the shuttle. Descending into the lower levels of the atmosphere, very near the ground, a fog envelopes the ship, forcing me to land. As I approach the ground I spot a clearing. A jedi interceptor is at the tree line. This is a trap. Let’s spring it! I land my ship, and walk out from the cargo bay. A rush of hot moist air bursts into the ship as pressure equalizes. The Interceptor lays near the woodline. It’s crooked and dirty. The fog masks smoke coming from the cockpit. The black smoke becomes more and more clear as the fog dissipates. 10 feet from the ship, some type of headgear lay dirty and burnt in the soil. It’s a cap, from a rebel commando. This must surely be the crash site of the jedi. The Jedi known as Ferus Olin...