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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 6:41 am
Planet: Falleen
System: Falleen
Sector: Dufilvian
Terrian: Rocky, Ice Caped, Jungles
Zones: Lost Undeground Facility, Starport, Ancient Falleen Spawning Grounds
The planet of Falleen is the home planet of the Falleen species, a cold-blooded reptilian race, characterized by their secretion of pheromones, allowing them particulary astonishing love prowesses. This planet is mainly jungle, with also great seas and oceans, under which the ancestors of the Falleen lived.
Underneath it all, there is a lost facilty. There is only one way in and that will only be opened if someone breaks out first.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:56 pm
Deep underground, there lies a long hidden and forgotten base. It has been there for over 500 years. The owners of it have long since been killed and all memory of it has been forgotten. Well, forgotten to all but one individual.
Deep within this base, lies a chamber. A cryogenics chamber. It was designed to hold a long forgotten and almost dead race in statis, until the organisation that controlled them had found a way to multiple their numbers with out cloning. The seals were meant to last forever and its occupants wher meant to be protected. That was as long as the seals were maintained.
But, about 500 years ago, everything went worng. The Organisation was completely destoryed. All of the bases wher destoryerd, all of its members destoryed. Even its name was destroyed. Nothing remained, except for this one hidden base on Falleen.
Over time, the base started to decay. At first, the entrence was lost to the jungle. Then the rest slowly started to follow suit. To this day, about 75% of the base has been taken over by the jungle, safe for a few select parts in which the jungle can not grow. One of these places is the cryogenics chamber.
About 2 years ago, the worst possible thing happened. The growth of the jungle entered the power generator and cut power to most of the base. One of these places is the cryogenics chamber. At first, there was no real drama because there was a back generator in the cryogenics lab, but it can not last forever. Over time it's power output began to decrease and as it did, so did the number of powered statis cells. Today, the back up generator finally gave out and the last statis cell finally lost power.
But unlike all those before, this cell was able to unfreeze it's occupant correctly. Within acouple of hours of the power going out, the being inside was completely awake and unfreezen. This being had not been awake for over 500 hundred years and alot had happened in this time.
The statis cell's door slowly opened and the smell of breathable air filled the lungs of the occupant for the first time in over 500 years. The occupant coughed and fell to the ground, it would take awhile for it to get used to being alive again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 6:25 am
Lying there on the floor, naked and in a puddle of water, bodily fluids and cryogenic's chemicals. It was not a pretty sight, but then again you would not look good if you were in the same situation. It was not easy to just suddenly become used to the "living" world again.
At first, the occupant could fo nothing but cough and splutter. When he tired to open his eyes, everything was blurry. He could not even see the ground in fromt of him. He tired to lift himself up and out of the puddle, but his strenght had not returned.
He tired roll himself over onto his side and found that he could just do that. It took alot out of him. He was now lying on his back, naked, half in a puddle of fluids and was now completely out of breath. With each painful breath, the occupant tried to remember. He tried to remember anything. But nothing was coming. His mind was a complete and utter blank slate. Everything he knew and loved was now gone, in more than just one way.
It was frustrating. His breath had now returned to him and he was trying to call out for help. But no sound was coming out. He was not getting freaked out by the lack of sound were sound should be. In the stress of it, the occupant passes out. He drifts back into the semi living world, until his body has repaired itself enough to move again.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:40 pm
It is cold.
I am lying here, on the ground and I can feel nothing but the cold. I dare not open my eyes right now, as I fear they might be hurt by the cold. I just wish I knew where I was. I wish I knew who I was, even more.
I can feel the wet ground under my body. I wonder if I had something to do with everything being to cold and wet. I still dare not open my eyes. I wonder what everything around me looks like.
I can not take it any longer. I have to see where I am, what it is I am lying in and why is it so cold. I am going to open my eyes. There, I am doing it. I am opening my eyes.
I can see something strange hanging over my head. It looks sort of like a mouth wanting to eat me. It scares me. I have closed my eyes again. I just hope that when I open my eyes again, it is not there. But I have to open my eyes again soon. I still need some answers.
I am opening my eyes again. I can see that hanging thing again, but this time I am not afraid of it. What ever it is, it will not hurt me. For now anyway.
I can not see much. It is dark and this is starting to worry me. I can not tell where I am. Where ever I am, it does not have access to good light.
I can feel the wet ground underneath me, but there is nothing to show me where it came from. It could have come from the mouth thing but I can not clearly see inside it, from this angle anyway.
I slowly lift my head up. I can see the rest of my body now. I can see that I have dark purple skin, big hands and feet, and that I have no clothes on. Where could me clothes be? I am sure I was wearing them before.
And now why does my head hurt so much. I slowly lower my head back down and the pain stops. I wonder if lifting my head up has anything to do with the pain. I should try it again, but I do not seem to have to strenght left.
I am feeling tired now. I close my eyes. I feel myself becoming lighter, more weightless. I am flying. I am slowly drifting back to sleep. I feel everything slowly driftng away.
It is cold.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:12 am
The occupant stirs from his uneasy slumber. It was not easy to just suddenly become used to real life again. It was even more frustrating for the occupant because in the back of his mind, he could vaguely remember being able breath, move and think properly. But now, his every movement felt like his limps were being torn in and out of their sockets.
The occupant by this point in time has summoned the strenght to sit up and see what was going on around him. He could see everything around him, just, but what it meant was a blur. The occupant tried to stand up, but found that action to hard. He just slumped back down onto the floor. He slumped back into the puddle that he had been lying in for sometime now. How long, he did not know. In fact, he had no bearing on time at all.
Everythng about this room, this time, who he was, was nothing but a blur. With his back on the wall, the occupant closes his eyes and tries to remember. He tries to remember anything, anything at all. But nothing comes. Opening his eyes once more, the occupant lets out a loud sigh. It was going to take alot to just remember who he was. But that would have to wait.
Once again, the occupant had tired himself out and needed to rest. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with his back on the wall.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 7:05 am
It had been sometime since the occupant was thrust back into this reality. It was not easy for him. The combination of remembering anything and the complete lack of muscle strenght, was all that keep him trapped within this cold room. He did ot know how long he had been there, alon, or for how much longer he would remain. All he tried to do was regain his strenght.
Slowly, the occupant was working on getting his legs working again. He was trying to just get them to move slightly and was finding he was having some success. Slowly, the occupant would make his way out of the room.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 7:45 am
It is time. I am going to do it.
I have been sitting here, in this damp and cold place for too long now. For how ever long I have been down here, I have wanted to get out and see where I am. I have wanted to know who I am.
I am sure how well this is going to work, but I know that I am going to get out of here today. All I have to do is get up. I know not how I am going to do it, yet I am going to do it. I know that I have moved before, but my memory will not tell me how to do it.
I think I know what I am going to. I have to slowly lift myself into the air. I am going to try it, by tucking my legs under myself. I have to slowly psuh my body up with my arms to do this though.
Now, I have to push up with my legs. I just hope that I am able to hold myself up. If not, I will be back on the floor in no time.
So far, so good. I have managed to get myself up off the floor. I can now see much more of the room I am in. There would have to be atleast 20 other containers, like the one next to me, spread around the room. I would what they are for. I can also see some sort of rack, on the far side of the room. I wonder what is on it.
But first things first. I have to figure out how to move. I think I simply have to move one leg in front of the other. I am going to try this. I hope I do not fall and hurt myself.
I am doing it. I am moving around the room. It might not be every fast or gracious, but atleast I can move. I can now finally get out of this cold and damp room. I can taste freedom. I wonder what is over in or on that rack, on the far side of the room. I think I shall just move over there and find out.
Well, what ever is on this rack appears to be made for wearing. I can see something that is meant to go over my legs, my chest and my head. I will try and figure out how to get them on.
I fumbled around for a bit, but I finally got all of the items on. It is not as cold now and I know that I am now covered properly. It is going to take some getting used to though as they just do not feel right. Oh well, it does not matter anyway as I finally going to be getting out of this room.
I am going to walk right out of this room soon. I walk back beside the container, that I am sure I was. It was easy to tell which one it is though, it is the only one that is open. I look at it for a minute. I reach up and pull the opened part down to close it, when something falls down off it. It is a small bit of something with some strange symbols on it. I have no idea what the symbols mean, by they look like this FATHOM *53217623. I wonder what they mean.
It is time, I am going to walk out of the room. I am now standing at the door. I am going to did. I am going to step out into freedom.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 3:34 am
As the occupant continued to charge around the tiwisting, over-grown hallways of this strange and preplexing compound, he keep getting the feeling he was going no where. There were sigins pointing this way and that, yet nothing was helping him find his way around. If only he was able understand what the strange symbols meant.
Eventually, the occupant would find his way. But for now, he was just enjoying taking everything in. He could not believe how large the outside world was turnig out to be.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 6:26 pm
(The Basilisk war droid crashes to the plaents surfice and its engines explode then Naver steps out of the Basilisk onto the planet)
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 2:17 pm
"He's here"
Naver enters the near by jungle and stops
"What the heck am I even thinking? I don't even know why I wanted to come here in the first palce, the basilisk is tost so I'm stuck here on this planet untill someone finds me"
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 4:25 am
The occupant was being into wear himself out. He had lost track of how many flights of stairs he had climbed and how many dead ends he had come across. On his journey, he had managed to find some items that might come in handy. Two of these items had targets on them with more funny symbols on them. These symbols were Heavy Commando Repeater and Vibroaxe. Somewhere in the back of his failed memory, there was the hint that these two items might be able to help him fight. But only time would tell.
As well as the two weapons, the occupant had managed to find the following items- but he did not know it. A datapad which could gain him access to the Holonet, a pouch containing 10 000 RC, four bacta cansiters, four thremal detonators and compound map. If he had known how to read the compound map, he might have known that he was now standing right next to the compound's command center- where he might find some information about his past.
Instead, the occupant walks into the command center without knowing it and lies down on the large table in the middle of the room. It was a nice place to take a rest. It was slightly darker then the rest of the compound and the table was soft with the over grown flora. Closing his eyes and letting go of his supplies, the occupant falls asleep.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 2:29 pm
Mira sees the Basilisk war droid and sets down next to it
"Looks like its engines are kaput looks like its a good thing a came here then "
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 2:32 pm
"...Mira..."
Seeing the A-wing land in the clearing Naver rushes back to the Basilisk
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 2:36 pm
Mira hears footsteps and grabs her lightsaber but then releases her grip when she sees its only Naver
"What were you thinking! If you ran into so much as a kath hound you'd be dead"
"But the importan thing is that your safe but from now on if you want to check something out tell me so I can come with you"
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 2:38 pm
"Ok "
Naver climbs into Mira's A-wing Co-pilot seat
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