|Cade Skywalker (karkdestiny) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-01-03 15:17:00
Who: Cade Skywalker and OTA.
What: Arriving in Lawrence.
When: Today, mid-afternoon.
Where: Somewhere in Lawrence! Somewhere public.
Warnings: TBA. Cade curses, but often in Huttese or fanciful Star Warsian. But he's also violent, so.
Sometimes Cade hated his life. Okay, most of the time Cade hated his life lately, but this was especially true after getting soaked to the bone while saving a planet. It didn’t help that the caves under Utapau were cold, or that he’d just found out that Darth Krayt had somehow managed to come back from death, or that he’d just had a vision of the future where he was fighting Krayt and then a big black spot after it. Sure, it gave him a little perspective, and sure he never planned on living a long time, but any eighteen year old would be a little unhappy to find out his death was coming very probably less than a year away. Still, at this point, Cade wasn’t going to fight it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He really did. He just knew there was no longer any point in struggling against his destiny. The Force had shaped him for this his entire life, and whether he wanted it or not, the Force was going to get what it wanted. Admittedly, killing Krayt again wasn’t an entirely unpleasant thought to Cade, but he knew enough now to know that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Still, he would do it and then, apparently, he would die, and the galaxy would go on without him, his destiny fulfilled. Maybe the ghosts of his ancestors could leave him the hell alone afterward. That would be nice.
Even through his grumbling distraction, Cade felt it. One moment he was trudging through the caves under Utapau, and the next, everything had changed. He could sense the change in everything in the Force, and by the time his eyes had adjusted to the sun rather than the artificial lights in the caves, he knew he wasn’t on Utapau anymore. He couldn’t sense Master Sazen further in the caves, or his crew topside. The feel of everything around him was completely different, and he stopped in his tracks on what was apparently a sidewalk. Still, he made the attempt to raise his crew on his comm.. As he’d suspected, it didn’t work. “Kriffing fantastic,” he swore loudly, glancing around at his surroundings. “That Sith murglak set me up. Some kinda portal transport device. Or maybe his stoopa Sith master figured out a way to shunt me through the karking Force itself.” He glared at a few passersby as they gave him odd looks. “What? You murglaks got a problem? KEEP WALKING!” Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair and managed to calm down enough to think rationally. First thing he needed to do was figure out just where he was…which, now that he was paying attention, was going to be difficult.
Land vehicles. Lots of land vehicles, as if it was their primary means of transportation. Nothing hovered, no ships in the air, nothing. This place was more primitive than the Outer karkin’ Rim! This planet must have been some uncharted backwater world so far removed from society that it wasn’t in society. “I’m gonna revive that kriffing stoopa sleemo just so I can kill him again,” Cade growled, completely at a loss to figure out what the hell Vul Isen had done here. A portable transport device was at least partially believable, considering the Sith scientist was as brilliant as he was vile, but something with the kind of range that would have been necessary to put Cade down on some uncharted backwater rock? Probably not. Which meant, as painful as it was for him to admit, it probably wasn’t Isen. For that matter, logically, it probably wasn’t Krayt, either. When that realization hit, Cade couldn’t help the string of Huttese curses that flew from his mouth, interspersed with more common curses. This was the last thing he needed…