Crimson Fallen - Prologue – Arrival
A/N: Hey everyone. This is an idea I had that I decided to run with. I hope you all enjoy it. This is basically just a prologue, but also kind of a mini-chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and review and follow! They will be a fair bit longer than this in the future, don't worry. I'm not that lazy. ; )
Read on…
I looked out through the view screen at Pandora. The holocrons had been right, this place was a hellhole. Good. It would mean hiding out here would be that much easier. The Jedi would never think this primitive place was where I was hiding. I doubt even the Sith would try that hard to find me. Besides, I could sense a strong aura surrounding the planet. My power would be masked well. And it was likely I would not encounter any resistance I couldn't handle. I'd heard of silly little Bandits, and dangerous wildlife. But that was nothing to someone like me. I'd taken on two Rancors and lived. Battled Skywalker and come out victorious, and torn an Imperial starship apart at the seams without breaking a sweat.
Staying here should be fun, considering.
I landed in some open desert in the middle of a sandstorm, my ships shields protecting it from the harsh environment. I activated my sensors and scanned for life forms and possible towns or settlements, not overrun with bandits. As I waited for the continent wide scan to finish,I made my way back to my cargo hold, and selected the equipment I would need. I knew that the people here still used projectile based gunpowder weapons, and I knew they had personal shielding technology. However, neither of things worried me especially. My sabers would have no trouble with the shields, and I was planning on picking one up for myself anyway.
I pulled my robes from my wardrobe, and got dressed. They looked relatively simple. Black and red, with a nice deep hooded cloak I could shrug off when I needed to fight. Thinking about it, I wouldn't need the cloak. It was better if people could recognise who and what I was. I put on my armour, with my sabers and holo on my belt, and made sure they were secure. Looking in the mirror, I saw the long, fading scar across my left eye and cheek. Even with my long, dark brown hair and fringe, it stood out like a sore thumb. I would not forget why I had to be here. Ever.
Putting some supplies in a backpack, and swinging it over one shoulder, I made my way back to the bridge to see the results of the scan. They weren't exactly encouraging. Apparently there were only two or three actual towns not Bandit controlled. The first on the list was Sanctuary, home to a rebel force that recently defeated a major corporation that tried to take over the planet. Sounded promising. I would head there, but on my way, I would stop at the town of New Haven. It apparently had a much smaller, less dangerous population. It would be my first stop. Should only take a few minutes to get there anyway.
I let the nav program take care of the flight, as I watched the dusty landscape roll past beneath me. I saw small rickety settlements here and there, some rock formations, a few wind turbines and such. It was a lonely, desolate place.
It suited me.
A/N: Well, that's the start of something that should be fun to read, and fun to write.
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~Terrorbyte~
