Public of cults and a crashes 2

aurek

Initiate
Galactic Republic
hello i posted the original thread a while back but unfortunately due to irl things i had to take a hiatus while i cant confirm that i will be always active i am very interested in rping and the original was interesting if anyone new or those i was rping with i would love that one note, unfortunately, seeing as I haven't had the chance to practice in still pretty bad but anyway to bring it back )
something was wrong flip could feel it everything was heavier still he was no engineer and the flyboys (probably ) knew what they were doing, the consular-class space cruiser was 4.7 parsecs in wild space-traveling in hyperspace to find the fate of a republic recon base.
it's fine we probably hit some space flux or whatever he didn't know terms besides this just makes pushups have more kick.[five minutes later the intercom kracals to life ] arooooooooooooo
¨all personnel to emergency stations this is not a drill prepare for the forced exit of hyperspace¨ with that being the last thing he remembered
the ship crashed planet side and flip was unconscious.
 

Amara Desal

Knight
Jedi Order
Tarizza was simply along for the ride. It was never her first choice play the role of third wheel with a bunch of carbon copies, but orders were orders. She much preferred action to bureaucracy, and waiting around behind a desk in a Republic Cruiser's makeshift broom closet, felt far more bureaucratic than she would have imagined. Decked out full modified White Clone Armor, Tarizza leaned back, grasping the personal data pad with scrolling intelligence information.

She could feel the rhythmic vibrations of the Cruiser's engines rattling through the chair and into her armor. It was a soothing experience, particularly calming as she read through the disastrous reports of Republic failures in recent engagements. "At least, there will be no shortage of work for me," she muttered to herself. As she continued to read, she felt the vibrations increase in both intensity and duration. She placed the pad on the desk, and noticed it vibrating slowly across the desk.

Curious at the sight, she jumped to her feet, stepping out into the corridor. She observed a pair of clones moving her direction, she could overhear their discussion about about mundane tasks and routine maintenance. She observed them carefully, curious to know if they had also noticed the change in ship status.


"Captain," they both halted coming to attention.

Observing their routine behavior, she nodded and dismissed them with a candid "As you were." She watched as the two carried on the same direction, returning to their previous conversations. She patted the doorway, and turned back into her makeshift office...stumbling as the ship jolted. "Must be one hell of a spec of space dust..." she groaned, surprised at the lack of communication.

The sound of alert klaxons changed her mind. <ALL PERSONNEL TO EMERGENCY STATIONS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. PREPARE FOR FORCED EXIT OF HYPERSPACE.> The Klaxons continued to sound while the message was placed on repeat throughout the vessel.

Tarizza stepped outside of her office once again. This time she found a multitude of troopers scrambling through the corridors to get to their assigned stations. Instantly aware that she did not have an assigned station, she considered various places throughout the ship where her skillset would be helpful. Engineering was not her specialty, but was certain they could always use a hand with something. She immediately set a jogging space in that direction.

"These damn blasted cruisers," she exclaimed as she increased her speed. "The ship will be gone before I make it to the right deck!" She groaned, continuing the complaints in her mind as she sprinted down the corridors. Another jolt, accompanied by some massive vibrations, turned the ship to an extremely awkward angle causing her to slide to the opposite side. She balanced herself, finding a happy medium between the corridor floor and the starboard side bulkhead.

The lights began to flicker as the Klaxon died out. The repeating voice softened to a whisper fading into dead silence. The creaks, vibrations, and whining of twisted metal echoed throughout the ship. Nearing the Engineering doors, she gasped in horror as clones tumbled out of the main doors. The supervisor, clinging to a lose instrument from the bulkhead wall, trying to seal the doors from what sounded like explosions.

A larger explosion echoed through the corridor tearing the the surrounding bulkhead. A final jolt pushed her to the floor and everything went dark and silent.
 

aurek

Initiate
Galactic Republic
the clone would slowly begin to awaken and he was....
dased to say the least everything was a blur both in what he remembered and in what he remembered and his vision was actually blurry he found himself on his side his helmet on the ruined still minor fire burning corridor he flipped himself over to his back a few minutes of letting the world become visible later still staged he would attempt to stand a sharp pain shot up his left leg and he would let out a sharp yelp and lean on the wall for support slowly inching himself forward till he wold retrieve his helmet and wold see a clone given the markings it was beeps hunched over a console however the clones neck was snapped back at a 90 degree angle telling him that beep wouldn't be much help however with his free hand almost instinctively grab the blaster moving slowly forward the main priority is to connect with any survivor so the chain of command could be established .
 

Amara Desal

Knight
Jedi Order
Tarizza awoke to the the whining of bending metal and steel. She blinked in attempts to open her eyes, and felt the sting of water droplets spilling onto her face. The fire suppression system was still running. Wiping the water from her eyes and shielding herself from continued assault with her left hand, she made out the corridor she was in before everything went blank. "Hut Sput," she exclaimed as she pushed up on her elbows. As her vision cleared, she found herself resting on the bulkhead wall, instead of the floor of the cruiser.

Her back was piercing with pain, her head was spinning, and her chest wheezed as full breaths re-entered her lungs. Around her were the bodies of clone troopers, some she was sure were dead while others would like come round as she did. She coughed, expelling the residue of smoke from her lungs. Managing to sit up, she observed one of the troopers getting to his feet.

"Hey!" she yelled, as loud as she could, still coughing smoking breaths. "Hey...Clone," she exclaimed again, attempting to role over on her knees and get to her feet. Once stabilized, she adjusted the stiffened armor which set more tingling strains of pain throughout her nervous system. She writhed in pain and vocalized her disagreement under her breath as she painfully sauntered down the corridor to the Clone in sight.
 

aurek

Initiate
Galactic Republic
the clone would stare for a second before responding ¨aye whos there¨ his voice was horse but that was the smoke manly do <choph> you need assistance .. he wold continue to shuffle slowly each step hurt but with it he also was relatively quickly getting use to it.
 

Amara Desal

Knight
Jedi Order
Finally able to ambulate without support from the wall...ceiling, Tarizza picked up the pace. She sprinted towards the hobbling clone trooper. Her heart raced as she leapt over steel and white clone armor, keeping her eye on the one clone that survived. She felt moderately remorseful for not stopping to investigate and ensure the other clones' wellbeing, however, she was almost certain they would do the same in her shoes. Re-establishing communications with command staff and the greater Republic Fleet would be of utmost priority to any soldier.

¨aye whos there¨ his voice was horse but that was the smoke manly do <choph> you need assistance
Always at the ready, she muttered, shortening the distance between them. "Not as bad as you do soldier," she replied, careful of her tone. She had been very much aware by training instructors, that her attitude and tone of voice often reflected a childlike repugnance for military decorum. She never truly cared, except for moments like this; the last thing she ever wanted to do was patronize a fellow soldier for injuries sustained in the line of duty. "Let me help you...Captain," she said, observing his rank on the white armor. She slid her head underneath his left arm, tightly grasping his torso with her right. She lifted and pushed forward, "Lets go Captain...just around this corner."

Carefully as she could, she leaned the Clone against the bulkhead wall. This particular corridor leaned a nice 45 degree angle, perfect for providing support and helping the clone to stand on his own two feet. She, herself, slumped against the bulkhead, sinking down to the floor with a deep sigh of relief. "How ya feelin soldier?" she inquired with a soft chortle. She herself catching her breath.
 

aurek

Initiate
Galactic Republic
the clone wold would without missing a beat replied if I <oww> have permission to speak freely I feel I am stuck in a tug of war between to wolkies" the clone sort of stared at the officer is there any others mam.
 

Amara Desal

Knight
Jedi Order
"Don't pull any of that Hut Sput 'Ma'am' with me Soldier," she retorted. The clone's dedication to military decorum was comical, I guess the Republic will always survive if there's at least one clone around. She kept that thought to herself, preferring not to offend the Clone... after all he was bred to keep the spirit alive. "And we are certainly stuck," she continued. She sighed heavily, "and sinking into a Sarlacc pit...while the huts and cartels cheer us on." She held her tongue on the rest of her thoughts, not wanting to burden the Clone with disturbing thoughts of the crash of the republic. Tarizza feared that the end was coming.

is there any others mam.
Taking another deep breath, she held on to it, expanding her lungs, then let it go. "You're the only one who's upright at the moment," she replied. "Do you think you can walk," she inquired, "I say we get to the hangar bay, barrow a LAATI and get some eyes on this forsaken Sarlacc Pit." She wasn't sure how the clone would react to such spontaneous and 'unscheduled' activities, but it is what she knew. It was what she trained for as an infiltration specialist and agent. "We can kill two womp rats with one laser," she argued, "you know, get a feel for resources and also listen for a distress call."
 

aurek

Initiate
Galactic Republic
the clone answered in the affirmative for the walking not really thinking of the clones morsoe by obsessing on the new mission for future reference what should I call you 'Ma'am'. he would continue to follow to the transport.
 
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