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 Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 5:06 pm
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"Where am I?" Stars swirled around Corvin. Stars, planets, galaxies, all whirling around him like colorful beacons, vying for attention amidst the great inky blackness of space. He could see... could feel... everything. It was too much. Too confusing. What was happening? How long had he been here? He felt his mind reach out, expanding to all corners of the universe, looking for an answer. "Am I becoming one with the Force?" he wondered aloud. Or, at least, he was certain he was speaking.
What really was "he," anyway. What made him Corvin? He was loosing his sense of self. Perhaps it was stubbornness, perhaps sheer force of will, or perhaps it was something altogether less noble; pride or fear, but the moment he realized he was slipping into icy oblivion, the scoundrel started flailing about for something familiar, a way to pull himself together. He wasn't ready to die!
His perspective shifted rapidly, planets coming into view fast as thought, scenes materializing just as quickly. His mother, in her room at the Temple of Healing with her head in her hands. De'Avril, lying asleep, or unconscious, with bandages wrapped over half her face, covering one eye and parted around her lekku. "What happened?" he tried to say, and he saw in sharp relief the scene that had played across his mind countless times for the first time. Time had grown a little fuzzy...
The Epoch Wren was on autopilot, the journey through hyperspace would take hours. Corvin was asleep in his bunk, knowing there would be little time once he woke, but he couldn't remember why. A premonition jarred him awake in a cold sweat, and he ran for the cockpit with a burst of Force Speed, but the controls were not as quick as he was. A fraction of an inch was all he managed to change in the course, but at light speed that was enough to prevent what would have been a fatal collision with a massive BFF-1 Bulk Freighter whose course had intersected with their own against astronomical odds. Neither ship was damaged, but the wake of their passing sent the Wren hurtling off course, the passengers and crew scattered about the cabin like rag dolls. The last thing Corvin saw was his astromech droid FUBAR hit the door frame sideways, tearing a gash in it's frame amid a shower of sparks. Elyria's clasp seemed to hover in the air in front of him for a moment as he and it fell at the same speed until the back of his head met the control console and he was engulfed in weightless darkness.
"Elyria!" he said her name aloud, and this time he heard his own voice. Space whirled around him, and suddenly he was before her... though infinitely more transparent than he had ever been, even at the best use of Force Cloak. He felt like an echo, but he was taking form. "Elyria..." he repeated her name as he reached out to her. "Help... me..."
He began to feel again... the pain was sharp and sudden, and he could no longer ignore it. Any trace Elyria may have sensed vanished suddenly as space flew away from Corvin in every direction, and he felt his essence return to his body with the Force equivalent of falling down a pit trap. His back arched, and he screamed.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 7:08 pm
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Space- Aboard Station
Locolvictum was in a full blown sprint, he wasn't sure what was behind him but he knew a few things. One, it was big. Two, it was angry. And three, it was very hungry. Locolvictum wasn't sure how long he could keep up the sprint, as he was already lost his way trying to get back into the hanger that he come in.
Thankfully there was a doorway at the end of the corridor, picking up the pace, Locolvictum dove through the door before closeing the door using the force. A second after the door closed, a hard thud could be heard on the other side at the beast collided with the door. Locolvictum breathed a sigh of relief as he was safe, at least for the moment.
Scanning the walls, he searched for a sign or some sort of marking to indicate where he was. There was an arrow, it was faded out, but it read hanger down the hall. Now Locolvictum was almost 100% sure that this was not the hanger that he came in, but it was better than nothing. And as long as he can get out into space, his shuttle can come and pick him up as he armored suit is good enough to keep him alive in space for an hour or two depending on his breathing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 2:50 pm
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Epch Wren
Corvin took great gulps of air, trying desperately to get hold of himself but his vision was still swimming and his head felt like it was on fire. It took several moments before the Togruta's words registered, and by then the scoundrel had curled onto his side in a fetal position clutching his face.
"Who?" he breathed, his head swimming with questions of it's own. "Davth? Where are we? Safe? What..." they slammed into one another as thoughts bubbled to the surface. The visions Corvin had seen were too much, and he was struggling to pull himself together even as they faded into the back of his mind.
With great effort, he pushed himself upright into a seated position, either oblivious to Davth's instructions or simply too stubborn to follow them. A deep, shuddering breath was followed by a steadier one, and soon his composure had finally returned. "How long was I out?" he said, one hand on his forehead while he leaned on the other for support.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:32 am
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Epoch Wren, en route to Bogan
"If you had said nothing, I'd have assumed it was from the crash..." Corvin said, surveying the mess that the sudden course interference had made of everything that wasn't nailed down, and those objects they collided with. "The Force doesn't come when you call, but you still feel it... that's promising. How is Dea?" he turned his attention to the Twi'lek co-pilot, using his meager medical knowledge to inspect her breathing and pulse and nodding approvingly at Davth's work which was far superior to his own skills.
When he was satisfied that all they could do had been done, he made his way unsteadily toward the cockpit. "Best we not waste any time..." he said, and began a cursory diagnostic of the ship. He may be a novice with medicine, but his mechanical skill was impressive and the inspection would not take long. "She'll fly..." he said, laying in a course while he continued the less important inspections, "But the inertial dampeners were damaged from the shock... you're going to want to strap yourself in!"
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