Post by Darth Gabralis on Jul 25, 2006 13:33:02 GMT 10
BOOM, as the atmospheric blast echoed off the hull of the stolen freighter, Gabralis sat, strapped into the command chair, his fingers dancing over the controls. This is way to fast, he thinks to himself, im going to have to skip back out and try again or over shoot that clearing by at least 600 kilometers. Trying something new, Gabralis opend the cargo doors, deployed his skidds, and kicked on the air brakes. There he thought to himself, lets hope that slows me down. Then, the warning lights began to flash, the sirens went off, and he realised he was dropping too fast and he wasnt going to clear the ring of rocks surrounding the clearing he had chose. With a grinding smash, a rock shattering halt, and a few secondary explosions, Gabralis blacked out, 10 metres into the solid rock face, 30 metres from the landing zone he wanted.
When Gabralis awoke, he was hanging upside down, still strapped into his chair his lightsabers dangling from his belt. The front of the ship was a mass of twisted and scarred metal. Melted and fused to the hard black rock of the wall. After he had cut himself down, he took a quick stock of himself, Luckily he had only sustained minor injuries, a few bruised ribs, some minor bruising on his laft leg, and upper arms, and one pounding headache. Well, at least im down, and maybe i can actually get into that clearing. As Gabralis made his way to the back of the ship, he gathered to him a weeks worth of ready-meals, and all the water he could fine, a meager 3 days supply. Upon reaching the rear hatch, he found that at some point during, or after the landing, it had been sheared away, and above him was a 20 metre climb, and below him a drop of unknown proprtions, somewhere below the mist of this rift lay a hard, unyeiding ground, and a fall could... not a happy thought best to ingnore it. So he went back into the ship gathered as much rope, and cable as he could and climbed out onto the roof of his destroyed ship.
slowly and methodically, picking each, and every handhold out bu touch, Gabralis eased his way up to the top of the ridge, and looked out onto the most woderful thing he had every seen. Then against the wall, and strecthing out into the clearing lay the sith academy, Just like that little rodian had said, in between the searing of flesh and screams. Unfortuantly for Gabralis, he still neeeded the climb down about 150 metres, but luckily he had managed to scavage roughly that much cable and about 3 metres of rope, so, looping a coil around a nearby boulder, he began his work, his way down the side of the cliff. Nearing the bottom, he ran out of cable, about 12 metres from the ground, deciding that it want much of a fall, he jumped that last few metres, and landed smoothly and gracefully, until he caught a rock, and promptly fell on his face.
Getting back up, dusting himself off, and moving off towards the academy he tried to straighten the torn and slightly chared remains of his jump suit, no knowing what to expect he also absentmindly, strayed his hand towards the hilt of the lightsaber. Walking up the ramp, and entering a large, low arch, Gabralis looked in awe at what amounted to the holy grail of his search. Statues tens of thousands of years old, looke down on him, then hard dark eyes, seeming to bore into his sole, and lay bare his purest desires, and expose his deepest rage. Finally after all his ordeals to get here, Gabralis had finally found the Academy of the Sith.
When Gabralis awoke, he was hanging upside down, still strapped into his chair his lightsabers dangling from his belt. The front of the ship was a mass of twisted and scarred metal. Melted and fused to the hard black rock of the wall. After he had cut himself down, he took a quick stock of himself, Luckily he had only sustained minor injuries, a few bruised ribs, some minor bruising on his laft leg, and upper arms, and one pounding headache. Well, at least im down, and maybe i can actually get into that clearing. As Gabralis made his way to the back of the ship, he gathered to him a weeks worth of ready-meals, and all the water he could fine, a meager 3 days supply. Upon reaching the rear hatch, he found that at some point during, or after the landing, it had been sheared away, and above him was a 20 metre climb, and below him a drop of unknown proprtions, somewhere below the mist of this rift lay a hard, unyeiding ground, and a fall could... not a happy thought best to ingnore it. So he went back into the ship gathered as much rope, and cable as he could and climbed out onto the roof of his destroyed ship.
slowly and methodically, picking each, and every handhold out bu touch, Gabralis eased his way up to the top of the ridge, and looked out onto the most woderful thing he had every seen. Then against the wall, and strecthing out into the clearing lay the sith academy, Just like that little rodian had said, in between the searing of flesh and screams. Unfortuantly for Gabralis, he still neeeded the climb down about 150 metres, but luckily he had managed to scavage roughly that much cable and about 3 metres of rope, so, looping a coil around a nearby boulder, he began his work, his way down the side of the cliff. Nearing the bottom, he ran out of cable, about 12 metres from the ground, deciding that it want much of a fall, he jumped that last few metres, and landed smoothly and gracefully, until he caught a rock, and promptly fell on his face.
Getting back up, dusting himself off, and moving off towards the academy he tried to straighten the torn and slightly chared remains of his jump suit, no knowing what to expect he also absentmindly, strayed his hand towards the hilt of the lightsaber. Walking up the ramp, and entering a large, low arch, Gabralis looked in awe at what amounted to the holy grail of his search. Statues tens of thousands of years old, looke down on him, then hard dark eyes, seeming to bore into his sole, and lay bare his purest desires, and expose his deepest rage. Finally after all his ordeals to get here, Gabralis had finally found the Academy of the Sith.