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The sky was light and slightly peaceful. Wind blew and swayed less stable trees back and forth. The scenery was nice. It was reminiscent of what nature looked like before civilization, before ambition. It set the tone for things that were about to occur. Some things were about to go down, well, come down.

What seemed to be a rather odd star began to emanate it's radiant light upon the forest and environment around it. So pretty, like watching a shooting star. The only problem was, rather than shooting away, it was coming closer. What looked like a star began to gradually create more and more light within the sky. It shined brightly as it began to pick up vast amounts of velocity. Upon further inspection, it seemed to be on fire. Small parts of this, fireball, began to chip off and fall onto trees and down onto the forest canopy. The smell of burnt metal began to arise within the vicinity as the large fireball finally broke through the clouds and began to come crashing down towards the forest. It was at that second, large holes emitted from the bottom of the fireball, and what seemed to be jet streams of nitruos blasted against the velocity of gravity. It gave the fireball enough of a halt to where it crashed through a few trees, and skidded to a halt, about a mile before the end of the forest. Loud cracks and pops, the sound of trees falling. Afterwards, silence...and dust.

When the smoke cleared minutes later, there within the forest laid a small spacecraft. It was far smaller than its counter-parts, signaling it was made customly, and with less pull on valuable items. It didn't matter, it was virtually destroyed. The hatch bay door, however, flung open. Out of the smoke that arose from the darkness of the off-the-fritz cockpit, shot out a leg, then an arm, and then a whole body rolled out. How interesting. A young man, from the looks of it just reaching the end of his juvenile days. Caramel complected(sp?) skin that laid upon the ground as he coughed and spit up blood. [********] Said the young man as he slowly rose to his feet. About 6'3. He fixed his hair, taking time to put the back in a pony tail before speaking again. [******** ********] He yelled, looking at his shuttle, which was ruined beyond repair. He kicked a piece of metal into a rock and watched it land into a pile of dirt before gingerly reaching into the cockpit for some items. He winced as he hopped on one leg and grimaced as he laid his hands upon the hot metal. Not a smart move, but he had to get his s**t.

He retained his holster; which held his .44 Magnum and ion blaster, his sword, and a pair of headphones. Good enough. The rest of his belongings would have to wait until he could make a plan. Right now the importance was looking for a place. So he walked, and walked. Luckily his phresh shoes were able to withstand the unforgiving forest ground. It was when he reach the end of the forest that he saw the house. He gave a sigh of relief. "about time.." his low, meloncholy voice said as he made his way up the stairs; but of course not before reaching into his pocket, and lighting a joint. Oh yeah, he needed to relax. He took note of the power within and around the establishment. New area, New people, new predators. Same story, different environment. For now, however, he seemed to be safe. He limped in and took note of the buildings structure, they did a nice job. Looking down at his leg. Broken? no. Sprained and hurt like a mofo? hell yes. The young punk would reach into his back pocket and pull out a pair of small red rubies and place them on the bar counter. This should suffice for the night. He made his way to the fireplace, specifically the two love seat where he would finish his joint. He took his shades out from his pocket; relieved they weren't crushed from the crash, put them on, and fell asleep. Assuming he wasn't alone when he awoke he would have to do some recon and explanations, but for now, he rested.
A solid extension of the arm would creep through the air. Soft, crinkled hands touching the front panel of the door as he placed a bit of pressure to crack its maleficent closure. The door breaking its seal and swinging open, as the man passed through the portal into this individual dimension of innocence. Stature coexisting with the depth of his hues as he glanced around, despite the momentary pause in his saunter, he fluidly moved through the bar until he spotted a nice seat to plop his slender body unto. His jacket buttoned to the brim as he removed his hands from his pocket. Crossing his legs as he propped his head up at the juxtaposition of this place, "innocence" in malevolence? does evil have innocence? ...maybe ignorance...his thoughts crippling the human side of his psyche.

But pulling the reigns of his philosophical strife in a dramatic timing, the waiter would repeat his request once more.

"what would you like?".

E would turn his attention to the male and wave his hand in a passing manner.

"None thank you.".

His acuteness was faltering, to the point where he was noticing it. Slowly slipping into the cusp of his mind. Removing a slender cylindrical object from his right breast pocket. Putting it to his lips as he slipped another rectangular metallic object from the same pocket and snapped it open. A singular flame would ignite and seer the edge. As the herb burned glowing embers fell from its tip, the sweet aroma sifting through the dank scent conspiring together in the air. Most thrown off by the smell as it did not resemble that of a cigarette. Which would be an accurate presumption considering cannabis was nothing close to tobacco in its olfactory characteristics.

Taking another drag of the spliff as he brought his hands up.

CLAP CLAP

In the audible rhythm a leather constructed bag would appear from some unknown pocket of space. Its contents just as mysterious as its origin while E leaned forth and pulled his chair closer to the table. The spliff burning at the edge of his lips.

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And then, the young punk arose.

"...mmfff.." He said as he slowly came conscious. He would use his left arm to push himself up to a upright sitting position and give a yawn. What a rest he had indeed. He took off his shades to wipe the magic from his orange-orb like eyes and looked around. Hmm, still slightly peaceful; well, compared to where he had been. Looking back and forth he would then slump in the love seat with a sigh of relief, yet depression. No way to get back up there, no vehicle, no aid kits; Even his monstrous pet would be unavailable for the next long weeks. He shook his head, staring into the fireplace as the corners of his mouth made a small curl. [********] He said. His favorite word? no, but hard to say anything else when your stuck on new ground with no supplies. Of course it wasnt the first time, but it was like having a piece of the roof of your gums halfway pulled off; suck damn annoying.

Anyway, he couldn't stay pouting like a baby now. He would eventually have to head back outside and start to recon that ship. Whatever parts he could use, or whatever was left. Luckily for him he was crafty with metal. For now, he smelled something. That smell, That smelly smell. He began to sniff the air before his mouth smiled gently. He knew that smell all too well. The smell of a freshly rolled joint. He would reach into his pocket and pull out a finely made blunt, wrapped from a pineapple dutch. He snorted before getting his lighter, and taking a small puff. The smoke flowed up into his nose from his mouth as he rolled his eyes up to the top of his head. Hold it..Hold it.. and then he let out the smoke; it spread out into the atmosphere like a cloud. However, there was another one lit. He peeked around the tavern to see another gentleman smoking his own herbal delight. "YO.." He said, attempting to get the man's attention; raising his own lit joint."You wanna go J J??". It was a rare opportunity, sharing joints with strangers, Hopefully, it would help time pass so his conscious energy could fully recover.
E would peer over the edge of his leather bag before a shout traveled through the air and hit his ears like a sniper aiming for that one kill. The spliff burning at the edge of his mouth as he leaned back then contorted his upper body to face the man barking across the room. Brow raising as he noticed the man. Ponytail cascading down his back and a thick blunt held between his teeth. It was that metaphysical connection between people's personal interest that allowed E to lower his shoulders as he smiled and removed his spliff from his mouth whilst taking a stand and walking towards the man.

"only if your down to roll some more."

A slight chuckle trailing his response as he brought his hands together again.

CLAP CLAP

The leather bag atop the table would disappear in a single unimaginable pause. Then as his hands lowered, each step in tandem with its previous position as he removed the pack that withheld the rest of his zips.

Approaching the man he would plop down, crossing his legs at the apex of his knees. Inhaling the last bit of his spliff before reaching for his pack and lighter. Discarding the burnt roach as he fiddled with the rituals of preparing another spliff as he never turned towards the man only retorted as he lit his spliff.

"What brings you here? especially smoking some of this greenery?"

Taking his hit as his lungs held as much as it could possibly take before spewing a miasma from his nose as he removed the spliff and offered it to the man across from him.

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"s**t..i guess we bout to get faded then."

The young punk said as he shrugged and gave a thumbs up of approval. This place was about to smell like a damn cannabis farm. He took another puff of his own joint before holding his breath, letting out a couple coughs. too much inhale, silly boy. He cleared this throat, before giving the man some room and then reaching to take the joint he was offered. He took a puff from the one that was given to him, inhaling and handing the man the joint that was in his other hand. Well, rotation was going to awkward, but what the hell, a session is a session.

He licked his lips before adjusting the shades on his face and letting out the smoke he had inhaled. "Maan, things are ridiculous."He said as he took another puff, exhaling through his nostrils. The smoke rushed out of his nose like a faucet and into the air."Crashed out in the woods, fell out of orbit due to bad trip planning.."He said, which was true. The ship was practically on empty, with the exception of the back up-electric system. But that had to be manually done, which he had no time for. As for the herb? He simply smirked."I never leave the house without it." simple words spoken from the young punk as he handed the man his own blunt.
"faded like the stars"

A grin painted across his face as the exchange of blunts resumed like the continuum of time. The inhale was deep but like most chiefers, it saturated with how long you kept it in. There was no trick that E had found as he waited for that creeping tickle to explode from his lungs as he let the smoke out creating a phosphorous haze.

As the man would unravel his predicament as E sat comfortable, his legs crossed to his left, right foot motioning up and down as the exhale pushed the smoke up into his nose. the french inhale coughing after he mentioned something about bad trip planning. A few coughs following the initial one as he held the blunt out before taking control of his won and placing it between his dried lips.

"Space...never been, is it cool?"

Asking as he placed the spliff of buddah in between his lips and fished around for some chap stick. The room gaining an impetuous haze as the two smoked away their worries.

Scrambling around as his pockets withheld no such item, he would bring his hands together.

CLAP CLAP

Must have left it in my bag.

That same leather bag would be produced in an instantaneous pop as it appeared from its same mysterious origin of space. Leaning forward as he began to search through it for some chap stick, all the while his spliff burning at the corner of his mouth.

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"Hardly.."

The young punk said as he took the precious joint that was being passed to him. The very thought of space was ridiculous now. His eyebrows lowered abit just thinking about it. "Its nothing more than more rules enforced in a larger habitat." He said honestly. Unfortunately for him, the characters that did exist in his dreams and imaginations did out their. Most of them were overpowering tyrants, or the orders that be following cash cow corporations. Of course, him being a space pirate could make his statements partly bias, but in order to truly view the forest, sometimes you must check each tree's bark. Ah, there's a good analogy. Continuing, he would take a hit of the blunt he received; inhaling it through his nose as it crept up his nostrils and into his mind. He let out a small sigh with the smoke, followed by a couple small coughs. A fine hit.

"The sheer volume of it is cool, but unfortunately it leads to bullshit being spread too." He said as he took another hit of the fresh joint and took in a small gulp of air; hoping to allow the smoke time to resonate within his body. He would gently reach his arm out to pass the blunt back to the man, as he shrugged, no doubt from his previous statement. He would then exhale the smoke that he kept in him, letting it jet stream from his lips. He sniffed once, twice, before giving a sigh of relief. Things were peaceful, good. "How about you?" He asked, still holding out the joint he finished hitting. "What's it like here? Melting Pot of powerful beings too, or just chill?".His senses were recharged enough to feel distant energies. He had only crashed on this damn rock a couple times, but never in this area. Hopefully this man knew more than he did bout the area. Not like the young punk could go anywhere for awhile anyway. Stupid ducking ship.
The sheer volume of it is cool, but unfortunately it leads to bullshit being spread too.

Finding the chap stick from his bag as he leaned back as he received the blunt between his index and middle finger. Applying the chap stick quickly as he uncrossed his legs and placed the chap stick back in his bag, to then, bring the blunt to his lips and inhale vigorously.

"bullshit presides here, there, anywhere it is viable and cultivated...Me? I am just here for the travels and knowledge I gain from interactions such as this."

Leaning back into the couch as he exhaled the shroud of smoke. At this point, the room increasing in opaqueness as he chuckled and took another hit of the blunt.

"This place, though I am not clear of it's origins, it offers many chances for networking...if you care to dabble in the unorthodox."

Blowing another miasma from his lips as he glanced over towards the man and surveyed his appearance. Passing the blunt back for exchange of his spliff.

"Which seems like your cup of tea. I am E. by the way, what do you go by?"

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"Networking? Sounds good to me. Allies are allies."

He said as he exchanged joints with the man again. The man was also right about bullshit. Anywhere it could be, it was. The only way to deal with it was to either snuff it out, or just deal with it. He momentarily took off his shades, revealing his orange eyes; which needless to say were glassy and slightly red. ******** he was high. Ain't been in a minute, Good to know there were fellow herbal enthusiasts within the area. He licked his lips and reach into his stolen military vest pocket, grabbing out a can with green writing. Nothing more than a fancy space soda pop. He would open it up and guzzle down a decent amount of the sugary liquid before covering his mouth as a large burp came from the bowels of his stomach. He would then nod and give the man a thumbs up. His name? One given to him by himself, but he thought it was pretty cool. " Name's Shogun, a pleasure E." He said giving as he took a hit of the joint he received and leaned back in his seat, sipping his soda and exhaling out the magical herb smoke.
"Shogun...like the eastern warriors of the feudal era."

Taking the last drag of his spliff before its burning death was put out in a nearby glass ash tray. Taking a stance as his arm motioned over his pack of spliffs and lighter whilst his other waved down the closest waiter/waitress. His eyes glossing over as their already peculiar luminescence appeared natural.

Once a waiter/waitress noticed his ushering waving, he would flick another end of a spliff from his pack and into his mouth. Fancying the lighter in the same hand as he ignited the end of the spliff while he held it in the corner of his mouth.

"So what do you need exactly to get your ship up and running, or s**t of that nature?"

Snapping the lighter closed as he pocketed both the pack and lighter. Turning his head towards Shogun as he inhaled and then exhaled the plume of smoke about the air. Taking notice of the red veins coursing through his eyes while he lay back in the comfort of the couch. He was high as [******** , but so was E. so he only chuckled at this notion.

His question almost seemed pointless as the knowledge E withheld about spaceship was as limited as measurably possible. But, he had already engaged in such an informative conversation he couldn't pass the chance to learn more. Who knew, maybe E harbored that small piece of knowledge to complete Shogun's puzzle of a predicament.

The waiter/waitress arriving just in time as they asked what the two individuals would like to drink.

"A lemonade for me...you Shogun?"

Noticing the the canteen he so thirstily drank from.

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"Yeah, pretty much."

He said as he chuckled slightly. His eyes stared gently at the ceiling as he gave a small yawn. The man probably wouldn't have guessed that the young punk was a space pirate, but no harm done if he saved that for another conversation. Besides that, Last time Shogun was on this rock he had seen a multitude of beings whom all treaded in dark parts of the forest than he did; made him look like a damn high-school kid. He would finished the soda he had destroyed with his thirst and let out a couple small burps before sighing. Oh yeah, his stupid ship. The damn thing was probably ruined. "Honestly i have no idea." He said as he shrugged his shoulders, being engulfed by the high that caressed his mind, body, and spirit. "There was damage to my thrusters, i have no wings now thanks to the crash, and i'm pretty sure the navigation system is all but blacked out." He said to the man as he snorted. Still, it wasn't like he could go into hyperdrive with it. It was just a cruiser ship, meant for medium distances and galactic highways. At the mention of something to drink, Shogun would reply. "i'll take some root beer."Been awhile since he had that. Twas a favorite of his. He would have asked for a Mr. Pibb, but he doubted they were on that wave. "It would be better for me to just scrap what i can and make some gear."He said, still stuck on the fact that his ship was outside in the forest like a giant, toasty piece of aluminum foil. He scratched his chin and began to brainstorm. Surely the ship still did have some items that could be useful, s**t if he was lucky he could create a make-shift satellite to track the rest of his gear floatin around up there.

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Whilst the young space pirate awaited his drink, he would sit in his chair and begin to look back into the fireplace. So many things ran through his mind, He wondered how many things on this rock had changed and grown, or faded away possibly. This was a strange world. Full of different beings altogether. It astounded him actually. A compliment from the unconscious compared to all the places he had been. He would adjust his collar and take small snort before then becoming slightly unnerved. He was remembering a flashback. It began to play through his mind. Powerful beings. His eyes began to squint as his mouth emitted a small suck of his teeth. There was one he reminded off, One that he sensed, feintly. The power was foul, yet stable. "So, that son of a b***h is still around.."He said as he got up and looked into the fire. Shogun wasn't the brightest student in the sith academy, but he damn sure new how to sense powerful presences' within wide ranges. But wait, there was another. Much closer, It wasn;t that far away. His face loosened as he blinked and took a small sigh. He needed to recon first before he made any rash decisions. Ah, wisdom. Twas a small trait he picked up, Sure throwing s**t around with the conscious power he had was cool, but he wanted more than that. He wanted more power.

One of his hands clenched into a fist; the sound of leather being compressed hit the hair as he looked back at his comrade. "Thanks for the blunts and booze bro, but i gotta get started salvaging my ship, i'll be back later."He said as he gave the man a thumbs up and then made his way away from the fireplace and out of the establishment. From there, he began his journey to the ship he had crashed in, to hopefully achieve better grounding, to launch his own plans.

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There in the woods, CT would slave away trying to scavenge what was left of his ship. A small fire cracked and popped as sparks and embers illuminated his presence within the forest. The breezed tickled the leaves on the trees as well as the ends of his headband, which flapped gently in the air. In his hands were small metal cutting torch, and a pair of pliers. The ship itself looked to be basically trashed. It had grown stained, the poor thing. Most of the 1st lining of metal was torn off and virtually non-existent. He snorted to himself as he pushed his goggles closer to his face. He was sitting on a piece of scrap metal himself, using it like a stool as he continued to cut through iron and take small pieces off. He was making something apparently.

Next, he dropped the torch and went into the cockpit of the ship, grabbing pliers, a wrench, and a bag of bolts and screws. This would take him long. He was still high as ******** from going J for J with the gentleman inside of the establishment. He made a mental note of having to treat the man to other luxuries once he got on his feet from crashing on this damn rock again. Shaking his head he continued work, attaching screws and bolts to the pieces of iron that he had. "Dis s**t about to look cool as ********] He said as he gave a small grin and picked up the torch again, re-inforcing the iron with each other make it steadier and more resistant. Lucky for him, he was crafty at making devices out of literally nothing. He was a space pirate after all, making something outta s**t was just in the description. It was either that, or death, and he damn sure didn't feel like dying. ESPECIALLY since he had some unfinished business with a demon that attacked him and sent him swirling into some mystic plasma zone.

Oh no...he was gonna get that b***h a** *****. Moving forward, He took small pieces of the cooling system that also resided in the cockpit and began to screw them onto the device, taking extra care not to strip the nuts. "Almost.." he said as he then picked up a screwdriver, and began to prop open then large, aerial looking device's chest, revealing wiring. Oh yeah, the fun part. He took off his gloves and began to undue the knots before re-routing the wires to a new circuit breaker. This however, was a problem, because he had no breaker. He scratched his head and sucked his teeth; canines gently scraping against his tongue before he snapped his fingers and then went into the cockpit for a final time. The sound of, well, breaking s**t came from the pitch blackness of the pit before he came out with more wires, and part of the ships main computer. He couldn't make a new ship, but he damn sure could program a smaller one. So with a little tweaking, and some elbow grease he attached the smaller part of the ships program to his wrist, which had the appearance of a silver, glitch-active bracelet. The bigger, longer system; having a cylinder-like look with gray coloring and a small green screen, went into the device. He would then close the chest of the device after re-wiring the system, and..."AYYYYYEEEE....BAAANZAAIII!!" he said ecstatically with a grin on his face.

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He grinned and gave a small high-like chuckle before pressing his bracelet. Nothing. He raised an eyebrow before watching the screen on the bracelet phizzle and crackle, before words came upon its screen. System Options it said. He blinked and as it gave options. Fly mode, Scan, Self-destruct. Not the best of the choices, but perhaps he could create more options as time went on. Besides that, he created a sword from the metal he had scrapped as well. It wasn't his lightsaber, but it was something. Shrugging his shoulders he pressed fly-mode as the device opened 2 holes on the front and back. Out of then came 4 poles that had propellers on each side. Aww s**t, he made his first UAV. He watched in content as his new device made its way up into the air, slowly and ungracefully. It took a couple small branches out on the way up as it passed the treetops and went into the sky. Now. Where to go? Shogun tapped his chin before sighing and scratching his head. He hadn't been lots of places, but he wasn't gonna get there just standing in the woods. So, him and his new device made their exit out of the forest. He would definitely return again. If the people here were willing to share joints, s**t, they were his allies as far as he was concerned.
Oh, Gaia, you're so funny. Your limitless bounds contain foul monsters, dashing heroes, beautiful heroines, damsels in due distress, and evil villains in abundance. Rolling hills and towering mountains, seas, lakes, rivers, and oceans, vast forests and endless jungles weave together in a seamlessly beautiful tapestry of your facial beauty. Gods and deities, each claiming direct credit for your creation, for the beauty, while nefarious demons and devils abound hold the warrant for all the wrong doings that plague your beauty. Men, women, children, and babes still suckling at the teat, some no more than bystanders to the colossal power of others, while others stand upon self made pinnacles of near godhood with their immortality and seemingly endless founts of strength and power. Oh, Gaia, you are just so funny.

Immortals...those were the worst, in his opinion. They pranced about in their mantle of power, oft times drawn out as solitary and resolute hermits least they draw the attention of those less than themselves into their hearts. They claim, claim with all the assurance of their ignorant kind, that they are above the quibbles and pains that effect the lesser creatures beneath their boots, that no matter how hard others would seek to struggle against them their immortality would prevent them from being cast down. Pah! Even immortals could die, they just didn't know how it could be done to them.

Cocking his head to the side, errant strands of golden blonde hair cascading across his eyes as he gazed lazily forward, Tegral contemplated his last thought a little deeper. If, what he believed true, then there was no such being as a true immortal. Oh sure there were those who age held no effect, beings who were eons in years, and others who mortal blades could hardly hope to strike their flesh, let alone fell them. Were there any true immortals on this beautiful realm of Gaia?

Sighing to himself, pushing the chaotic mess of hair from his sapphire blue eyes only to have it fall back in place, Tegral drew, from a pocket sewn into his black tuxedo jacket, a thin silver case. He spun it in his grasp until a small ~T. K~ was written across the top and tapped it a few times against his opened palm. Depressing a small stud on the side caused the case to click open, a single row of ten, pristine white, cigarettes lay nestled inside. The densely packed tobacco of the one he pulled forth began smoldering, the soft blue-gray smoke curling up and away as he brought the suddenly lit cigarette to his lips and pulled a useless lungful of the lethal toxins. The case clicked close as he stuffed it back into his tuxedo jacket, watching with lazy eyes as he floated, sideways, around the room on his ornate throne.

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