It was always somewhat difficult to get used to the various wildlife noises on varying planets. Demagol had been to many, each one harboring all sorts of different creatures. This one was lively at night, perhaps more so than it was during the day. Were it not for his new reptilian friend being wrapped around him, Demagol possibly would have been pressed to fight for his life instead of get some shuteye.
Sometimes he saw them, the eyes of the creatures poised and waiting just at the skirting of the wood line. Cautious predators waited patiently for Demagol's protection to leave him. They clung to trees, hid among shrubs and bushes. Some even flew in circles above the duo, shadows apparent underneath the three moons which glowed in the sky. Growls, clicking and grunts came from all directions. This planet was surely alive. It was only when the sun crested over the horizon that the onslaught of hungering creatures finally began to wane away. A nocturnal planet this one was, even though Demagol had encountered Erotos in the middle of the day. Tensions eased up as the sun lifted higher and higher toward its summit in the sky, rays breaching through the wooded areas to evaporate the morning dew. A tired Mandalorian pushed himself up to a standing position and stretched in place, groans of relief leaving him in the process. Thereafter, Demagol picked up his helmet and fastened it back onto his head, linking the systems together and re-calibrating again. The 'record' button was pressed once more as his adventure continued.
"Day 1; night.. Survived." Demagol looked around while booting up everything in his suit. "Day 2; morning.. Beginning."
He couldn't feel her presence any closer. Was she coming for him? Was it even necessarily possible for her to find him in the first place? Demagol was not up to speed on the abilities of the Auroun. If she had managed to make some sort of telepathic link with him, even just for a split second, was it enough for her to determine his general direction and distance? Such a pipe-dreamer, Demagol was. The fact that this planet was so infested with nocturnal wildlife made the Mandalorian wonder if there were any other people like him who had managed to survive in the first place. The environment was not friendly from the sounds of it, but with day-time being almost barren for the most part.. was it doable? Vast forests stretched for seemingly endless miles. The southern area of the planet seemed to be composed of mostly swamps and bogs, a massive lagoon smack dab in the middle of it. There was no snow on this planet, not even on the mountains that Demagol had found while flying around.
No outposts were spotted. No bases or settlements or anything of the like. No sense of permanent foreign habitation seemed present. Demagol wasn't very surprised by this. He had only been on the planet for one day and night and already nature had proven to be very aggressive. A few nocturnal predators were worrisome, but an entire planet littered with hundreds of different species? That was an entirely different caliber. With every realization that ticked in Demagol's head a dismal question spread across in bold print.
How the fuck was he going to get off of this planet?
Say there was some sort of fuel source on this planet, whether it be underground or in the mountains or other similar examples; how would he be able to extract it and refine it into an actual usable material? No, no, that was skipping too far ahead. Demagol couldn't even begin to think about a fuel source until he wrapped his head around how he was going to obtain a power source. The Mandalorian had no tools. No equipment. Most of his other equipment was still inside of the now locked-up ship with no means to get to it for the time being. Demagol needed tools to obtain a power source, but needed a power source to get to the tools. "This is some sorta' tragic irony, isn't it?" Grumbled the Mandalorian as he picked up his assault rifle and attached it to the back of his suit. At no point did Demagol think of simply giving up, especially when he absentmindedly ran his fingertips over the engraved hash marks on the chest of his suit. They all meant something, were someone. Demagol could not abandon the hopes and aspirations of those fallen.
He would die in pursuit of their light.
"Oi!" Demagol snapped his thumb and middle finger while simultaneously shouting for Erotos' attention. "Get ova' here. We need to get back to the damned ship." With a bounce and bound the winged reptile swept back around Demagol and lowered its back so he could climb aboard. Before the Mandalorian could give a command the beast lurched forward in a series of leaps before it flapped its wings and took to the sky. Flattened against the creature's back during the ascent, Demagol went over humorous, but bad scenarios in his head. 'One of these days I'm going to forget that he does this and he's gonna fling me off like a rag-doll.' He chuckled in thought of it, but then figured that the act of him hitting the ground at terminal velocity like an armored pancake probably wasn't a good time. Surprisingly enough they were going in the right direction of the ship. Small avian creatures stirred from treebranches as the duo flew overhead, most of them possessing more than two wings each. It was peculiar, but interesting.
Eventually the ship came into view and Demagol added more narrative to his recording, "Day 2; returning to ship to see if there's some sort of way I can bust into the blasted heap without ruining the integrity of the entire ship or its vital components. Standby." A few circles were flown around the ship before the duo landed in a gentle fashion. Demagol slid off of Erotos' back and landed on his heels on the ground, feeling the shock travel straight up to his knees. "Gah, I'm getting too old for this shit." The Mandalorian groaned and massaged his knees and quads for a second before he straightened up and made his way to the back of the ship's hull.
"Alright, logically the beginning of my survival and departure ventures depends on what I still have in 'ol Starfire here." An armored gauntlet banged on the locked steel door and Demagol looked along the hinges and hydraulics for some sort of way to remove the door without breaking anything in the process.
"I won't get anywhere if I sit here pretending to be a victim. If Rhailo is coming, she will find me. If not, well, I will have to get off of this planet and find her instead. It can't be that hard, can it?"
Sometimes he saw them, the eyes of the creatures poised and waiting just at the skirting of the wood line. Cautious predators waited patiently for Demagol's protection to leave him. They clung to trees, hid among shrubs and bushes. Some even flew in circles above the duo, shadows apparent underneath the three moons which glowed in the sky. Growls, clicking and grunts came from all directions. This planet was surely alive. It was only when the sun crested over the horizon that the onslaught of hungering creatures finally began to wane away. A nocturnal planet this one was, even though Demagol had encountered Erotos in the middle of the day. Tensions eased up as the sun lifted higher and higher toward its summit in the sky, rays breaching through the wooded areas to evaporate the morning dew. A tired Mandalorian pushed himself up to a standing position and stretched in place, groans of relief leaving him in the process. Thereafter, Demagol picked up his helmet and fastened it back onto his head, linking the systems together and re-calibrating again. The 'record' button was pressed once more as his adventure continued.
"Day 1; night.. Survived." Demagol looked around while booting up everything in his suit. "Day 2; morning.. Beginning."
He couldn't feel her presence any closer. Was she coming for him? Was it even necessarily possible for her to find him in the first place? Demagol was not up to speed on the abilities of the Auroun. If she had managed to make some sort of telepathic link with him, even just for a split second, was it enough for her to determine his general direction and distance? Such a pipe-dreamer, Demagol was. The fact that this planet was so infested with nocturnal wildlife made the Mandalorian wonder if there were any other people like him who had managed to survive in the first place. The environment was not friendly from the sounds of it, but with day-time being almost barren for the most part.. was it doable? Vast forests stretched for seemingly endless miles. The southern area of the planet seemed to be composed of mostly swamps and bogs, a massive lagoon smack dab in the middle of it. There was no snow on this planet, not even on the mountains that Demagol had found while flying around.
No outposts were spotted. No bases or settlements or anything of the like. No sense of permanent foreign habitation seemed present. Demagol wasn't very surprised by this. He had only been on the planet for one day and night and already nature had proven to be very aggressive. A few nocturnal predators were worrisome, but an entire planet littered with hundreds of different species? That was an entirely different caliber. With every realization that ticked in Demagol's head a dismal question spread across in bold print.
How the fuck was he going to get off of this planet?
Say there was some sort of fuel source on this planet, whether it be underground or in the mountains or other similar examples; how would he be able to extract it and refine it into an actual usable material? No, no, that was skipping too far ahead. Demagol couldn't even begin to think about a fuel source until he wrapped his head around how he was going to obtain a power source. The Mandalorian had no tools. No equipment. Most of his other equipment was still inside of the now locked-up ship with no means to get to it for the time being. Demagol needed tools to obtain a power source, but needed a power source to get to the tools. "This is some sorta' tragic irony, isn't it?" Grumbled the Mandalorian as he picked up his assault rifle and attached it to the back of his suit. At no point did Demagol think of simply giving up, especially when he absentmindedly ran his fingertips over the engraved hash marks on the chest of his suit. They all meant something, were someone. Demagol could not abandon the hopes and aspirations of those fallen.
He would die in pursuit of their light.
"Oi!" Demagol snapped his thumb and middle finger while simultaneously shouting for Erotos' attention. "Get ova' here. We need to get back to the damned ship." With a bounce and bound the winged reptile swept back around Demagol and lowered its back so he could climb aboard. Before the Mandalorian could give a command the beast lurched forward in a series of leaps before it flapped its wings and took to the sky. Flattened against the creature's back during the ascent, Demagol went over humorous, but bad scenarios in his head. 'One of these days I'm going to forget that he does this and he's gonna fling me off like a rag-doll.' He chuckled in thought of it, but then figured that the act of him hitting the ground at terminal velocity like an armored pancake probably wasn't a good time. Surprisingly enough they were going in the right direction of the ship. Small avian creatures stirred from treebranches as the duo flew overhead, most of them possessing more than two wings each. It was peculiar, but interesting.
Eventually the ship came into view and Demagol added more narrative to his recording, "Day 2; returning to ship to see if there's some sort of way I can bust into the blasted heap without ruining the integrity of the entire ship or its vital components. Standby." A few circles were flown around the ship before the duo landed in a gentle fashion. Demagol slid off of Erotos' back and landed on his heels on the ground, feeling the shock travel straight up to his knees. "Gah, I'm getting too old for this shit." The Mandalorian groaned and massaged his knees and quads for a second before he straightened up and made his way to the back of the ship's hull.
"Alright, logically the beginning of my survival and departure ventures depends on what I still have in 'ol Starfire here." An armored gauntlet banged on the locked steel door and Demagol looked along the hinges and hydraulics for some sort of way to remove the door without breaking anything in the process.
"I won't get anywhere if I sit here pretending to be a victim. If Rhailo is coming, she will find me. If not, well, I will have to get off of this planet and find her instead. It can't be that hard, can it?"
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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