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Galen
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posted 09-27-2003 02:21 PM
((OOC: Galen comes in from Down the Rabbit Hole in the "Jedi/Sith" forums, thank you.)) Oh, but I find it more than personally satisfying when one's suspicions are justified... even if that justification did nothing more in the long and the short of it than prove a sudden brainstorm true.... I wiped my grimy hands against the smooth leather of my Sith flightsuit, straightening up and putting a hand up against my eyes to block the brilliant sun which, though setting, was still managing to shine directly into my eyes. Beside me I heard the most astoundingly quiet shuffle of feet against rock; this quieted further as the rising sensation that I had company caught my attention. No surprise, actually, to find that I did. I turned to look at the Kaminoan who now was standing next to me, peering out with those large and shining of eyes he bore with an intensity to rival that of the lowering sun's rays. But if those immense eyes managed to bring him any other information than mine had already brought to me, he didn't say anything of it. He just let out a small noncommittal noise, brushed his hands delicately together, and grew still. Those eyes of his now bore down on me as if to say, well, I got us this far. Where do we go from here? I let out a sigh of my own, unconsciously mimicking his gesture by brushing my own palms together. Bits and pieces of rock and sand grains cascaded from them, while the sweat which dripped onto my hands from my brow mingled with the grime of generally blasted rock to form a thin sheen of gook there. The mere thought sent my gaze flicking to the outline of the device the scientist wore so casually beneath his robes; the mere memory of how that thing got us out of where we were to where we now found ourselves sent a little judder through me. Gads, and I thought these Kaminoans were peaceful, research-oriented types.... I shook that from me, took another look around, now letting my senses expand outward to take in all they could. Around us, rock and sand and a strangely ancient, moaning wind. The dying rays of the sun hit us with the intensity of a blast furnace, which told me that being up and about during high noon would probably not be in our best interests. Other than the sighing wind, there was nothing to break the ominous silence but the occasional skirl of sand against stone, and the gritty crunch as the Kaminoan moved a foot a bit from it's original stance. That and a distant low, snarling growl I couldn't quite place, but which somehow sounded very familiar. I sighed again, and put my hands on my hips. Jerked my eyes to the scientist. "Well," I opened with a casual air which belied my inner and exponentially growing trepidations. "I haven't a clue where this is. Looks pretty barren; all I can suggest is that we figure out a direction which would be the best one to travel in and well... just go. Maybe we'll get lucky and hit civilization somewhere...." Or water. Gads, we had to find water. Logic said there was water here, for hadn't it been dribbling down the wall of my cell? That little thought cheered me immensely and I gave a definitive nod. Then without waiting for the scientist to determine which direction we should take off into I just stepped out, trying to lighten up and stay cheery, even though I couldn't erase from my thoughts the dread that all the water within reasonable hiking distance would be underground in the rock. [ 11-23-2003 02:09 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Galen ] |