Ghost Town (open)

[Zabuza Midareta]

Graecus moved a little closer to the group, both because he was beginning to feel a little bit less of a need to run away, but also to get back to his weapons. Graecus's smile slowly began to disappear due to the seriousness of the conversation the robot had brought up. He nodded his head in agreement as he went on about how dimensions must have collapsed to have all four of them here. The bot then said something along the lines of, as Graecus translated it in his mind as, "Someone has to die, here and now," Graecus's eyes lit up with the anger that was coursing through his mind at the robot's statement. He could here the wall behind him fall over and a cart, somewhere in the distance, fling itself across the baron street.

Graecus heard the comment about running "tests" and it was pushing Graecus's anger over the edge. The girl who had acted so bravely when Graecus was behind the wall was being all scared about this. They should take action, not stand there and say 'I object'. "It may be a robot, but it isn't going to listen to us, especially you," Graecus spoke the words coldly as he looked down a little bit to his weapons. "Not being sexist or anything, but its creator was a male, you are not. He won't listen to men so why should he listen to a woman?" Graecus spoke the last words harshly, maybe a little harsher than he had meant but oh well.

Graecus looked down at his swords again pondering what he would say next. "Listen, this is crap. The robot gets his freaking machine gun, Raal has some magical power, and you," Graecus points to the girl who hasn't said her name yet to him, "Probably has some magic or brute force shit, and I'm the only one who is disarmed? This is bull. I'm getting my swords back, just in case I choose to leave or robot decides to 'experiment' on someone," Graecus spoke the words fast and mean. He crouched next to his sword and picked them up and put his Spatha back in the sheath on his back, but kept the Greek sword in his right hand in case anything happens.

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

HK-47 turned his head to face Raal, unmoved by the claw. A quick scan played over the creatures body, now getting a chemical and phyiscal composition of the creature's long claw.

Assessing new tactical data. Recalculating threat level. Designated as high priority hostile.

Answer: I am merely worried that the presence of so many pan-dimensional beings could cause everything we know and love to be destroyed. Meatbags such as yourselves tend to have a greater impact than droids like me, emphasized by these "Jedi" from my home universe that are usually connected to their environements, be they in space or on the ground. To engage each other and result in ones death would be able to see the full results of what could happen if we were to truly interact. I could be totally wrong, and no result would occur besides the injury or fatality of one of us. But I would rather have that knowledge than know that the places that we all came from will be eradicated and we disappear from existance. And, you, demi-god meatbag, I was created by the master Revan, and she does not appreciate the assumption that she is a male.[/font]

HK-47 quickly snapped his gun up and a small hum eminated from the blaster, tip following the hand of Graecus very closely. Warning: I do not take kindly to the reequipment of weaponry. I will consider you hostile if you maintain your hold on that weapon. And this is a blaster rifle. Not a primitive slug-thrower.

Mockery: Besides, what do you have to fear? Or will your gods not protect you from my attacks should it come to that? I am doing what any meatbag or droid should do when faced with unknowns that are obviously armed. Defend themselves. I am also doing what's good for my universe, ensuring my master's, as well as all my universe's beings, continuned existance at the cost of one meatbag.[/font]

[Insanity Renaissance]

Cold.

It was cold.

That was the first thing that went across the mind of the figure as it lay in the icy wasteland, staring up at the overcast above. The figure was armored head-to-toe in practical, yet decorated armor colored silver and a dark, rusty red, any face to the person hidden behind an old red and silver mask that once instilled hope and brought fear in millions upon gazing at its visage. For a moment, the figure did nothing, merely gaze at the sky in a daze before reaching a hand towards the gray clouds that hid away the sun. Or the suns. And, if only for a short, while, it was at peace. Cold, but at peace.

Wait... cold?

As the memories of what recently occurred tumbled into her mind like a great wave, the woman that had once been feared and loved as the legendary Revan shot up to a crouched position, scanning her surroundings with narrowed eyes as she fingered her lightsabers. Reaching out with the force to the immediate area, she found herself sensing no life, much less hostile life, nearby. Realizing that there were no enemies in the area, her tense posture relaxed as she rose to her feet, examining herself and her armor.

'Well, that had gone well.' There was less sarcasm in that statement then one would expect; she was actually rather pleased. After all, she had been mere moments away from death at the hands of some second-rate Sith goons, no less. A rather humiliating defeat for someone such as herself, no? So rather than accept death as it reached out for her, she gave it a swift kick in the balls and ran for the hills using the legendary Force Power known as Fold Space; with it, she could instantly travel to any point in the galaxy. And considering she had never used it before, Revan was quite impressed with herself.

Now, if only she could figure out where the hell she was.

With a sigh, the former Sith (and Jedi) dusted off the built-up snow off of her favored cape, looking herself once over before reaching out with the Force again, this time, much farther out. She stopped when she sensed the presence of three, no four others. One of them, a droid. Usually one could not sense a droid with the Force, but this wasn't an ordinary droid (nor was it an ordinary Force-user). After all, it was HK-47, Revan's own personal droid. Upon realizing that such a familiar face (could she call it a face?) was nearby, the Firrerreo was slightly comforted, but that comfort was quickly overtaken by worry. After all, it was HK-47.

Deciding it was best not to leave her rather sadistic droid along for too long (who knows how long he had been around the organics she had sensed!), she broke into a sprint, aided by the Force, bounding over hills at a speed rather unnatural for a human. But then again, she wasn't human.

Before going over the last bank before reaching the group, Revan slowed down, relaxing her hold on the Force as she made herself seem as harmless as possible, as she was much less eager for a fight than her rust-colored companion, who, given the conversation she was overhearing, was quite intent on killing someone. Then, pulling her hood over her head and tightening her gloves, the Force Master made her way down the bank in a rather casual manner.

“Salutations,” She called out calmly, deciding it best to stick with Galactic Basic. Her eyes, hidden by the old mask she had picked up on Cathar so many years ago, watched the group carefully. “I was just walking by when I heard my name mentioned.” None of them were human. Well, one seemed close, but not quite. As if she was more powerful than an average person. In her days as a Jedi, Revan would have approached them and sought peace and solace. In her days as a Sith, she would have sent troops and forced them to bow to her will or die. Now, she was neither, so she would merely gather information. And the easiest way to do that was to ask her favorite assassin droid.

Raising a hand to HK-47, she shook her head. Sometimes, she felt more like the droid's babysitter than creator. “HK, stop threatening them for a moment and give me a damage report and our location.” Well, that was taken care of. Hopefully her precious robot wasn't too badly damaged.

“I hope he hasn't caused too much trouble for you all,” She greeted the group, bowing slightly in greeting. “He is a little too sadistic for a protocol droid.” 'But just right for an assassin droid.' “But we can address that matter later. I'm known as Revan. It's a pleasure to meet you all.”

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

HK-47 turned and lowered his weapon.
Analyzing new tar-
Override command recieved.
Recognized Master Revan's voice pattern.
Support mode engaged.
Statement: Hello master. Current internal damage is as follows:
Structural damage to the left leg joint, negligable.
Primary systems nominal.
Secondary systems damaged.
Combat systems online at 90%.
Armor is at 65% functionality. Impact damage and microfractures detected.
Motor diagnostic indicates large stress on gears Aure to Forn.
Query: Would T3-M4 happen to be with you? He usually has the parts you need to make adequate repairs. Plus, all of my self-repair packs have been damaged in the landing.

[Queen Lori]

"Excuse me!?" April glared at Gaecus, not at all pleased by his comments aimed towards her and was just about to retort until HK-47 spoke up again and yet another person entered into the fray. Concern filling up her heart again as she was worried this would make the android assume they were all trying to nab him and he would start shooting. But this person appeared to be the Master Revan that HK-47 was talking about. Small world. And what's more? It was a woman. A small smirk pulled up on her lips as she looked back at Graecus. "You were saying?"

I hope he hasn't caused too much trouble for you all. He is a little too sadistic for a protocol droid. But we can address that matter later. I'm known as Revan. It's a pleasure to meet you all. "Hi, my name is April and it's fine. None of us have been shot at so... it's fine." Maybe now the droid wouldn't be so insufferable. "It might be a good idea to move from this area. This place doesn't exactly send off warm vibes."

[Zabuza Midareta]

Graecus glared at the droid with defiance. Graecus knew he didn't need to say a word to show it on his face. Then Reven showed up and all the confidence that was in his stance left him."You know what? I don't need this. I'm leaving"

EXIT GRAECUS KAER

[Raal]

Finally, the problem had been resolved.

Raal slipped his claw back under the folds of the cloak. The purple energies were negated, not necessary to use at the current time. This was Master Revan. Interesting. He memorized Revan's brain patterns for further identification along with appearance and name. Raal sent a mental message to Revan, now detecting a hidden mental force coming from the projected patterns.

I am Raal.

The mental voice was overwhelming, or nearly overwhelming, it being a very minor taste of the raw power that the psychic demon was holding back. Raal nodded to April, agreeing with what she had to say. He waited with an otherworldly patience, listening carefully to what any of them had to say.

[Insanity Renaissance]

The former Sith Lord closed her eyes as she listened to HK-47's diagonstic report, grimacing underneath her faceplate. It had been a long time since she had seen her dear assassin droid, more than a few human lifetimes. Even looking at him, it was obvious he hadn't been properly maintained for a while. He needed to get some work done soon. After all, what was the point of having an assassin droid that wasn't up to date? But she didn't have anything she needed. Not evening a freaking hydrospanner. "Unfortunately, I was by myself at the time of my arrival in this pace. And I haven't seen T3 in over three centuries."

Her train of thought was disrupted by a young man throwing up his hands in what seemed like defeat as he delcared he was leaving. Revan watched with mild surprise and amusement; what exactly transpired that made the young man want to leave? Well, she wasn't going to ask.

Just as she was about to reply to April's comment when she felt a force. Not The Force, but a force. A force that filled her conciousness so quickly that Revan barely had enough time to instinctively set up barriers. However, instead of a mental attack, a mere message ran through her head. 'Raal?' Her eyes drifted to the only one of the group who hadn't spoken to her yet, and she knew that he was the origin of the message. This 'Raal' was powerful, but it didn't seem to be with the Force. He was weak, yet strong at the same time. His mental strength reminded her of the Dark Lord of the Sith that kept her imprisoned for so many years, living off her life force; a powerful mind not be trifled with by ametures. It seemed that he was holding much of his power back. Wherever she was, it was quite an intersting place if it had people like this Raal fellow.

'Pleasure to meet you, Raal,' The former Sith Lord replied. 'It's rather interesting to see someone such as yourself.' After all, she had never encountered someone quite like him before. And she was all for learning more about new things.

Noting April's comment, she looked around for a moment. Yes, it was a little cold, but not all that bad... why was she so desperate to get out of the cold? 'Oh yea, I'm wearing armor.' Mentally smacking herself for her stupidity, she raised a hand to her faceplate and removed it as she lowered her hood to get a better feel of the temperature.

Freely flowing waves of black and blue hair was whipped around in the wind, the consistent sky blue streaks clearly glowing naturally from her scalp. Her eyes, almost black, blinked for a moment as small flecks of snow blew into her face. Her nictating membrane quickly went across her eyes, protecting it from the small bits of snow as her vision instantly broadened to take in ultraviolet light. The young woman's skin was oddly gold, and while her features could be considered attractive, she looked oddly alien.

Staring out into the wasteland for a moment, her face unreadable before she covered her face and put up her hood again. "Yea, it's cold. Let's go." For a moment, she looked around again. Something about this place... it was as if something terrible happened here. She could feel it in the ground, in the air. And for some reason, her instincts were screaming at her to get out. It was akin to being in the tombs again.

Looking at HK-47, she spoke, but this time in Huttese, knowing full well her droid could trasnalte."Remain on alert. I have a bad feeling about this place.

[Queen Lori]

You know what? I don't need this. I'm leaving. April couldn't help but smile at the way in which Graecus had decided to leave after being embarrassed by both the android and the reveal that Master Revan was in fact a woman, not a man. Served him right for making such a sexist remark in the first place.

Yea, it's cold. Let's go. "Um, where exactly do we go?" April asked as she looked around the rubble that made up, whatever part of this new world was. "I don't even know which way leads out of here."

[Raal]

Raal's brain picked up disturbances originating from one place. He turned in that direction, and started to follow the disruptions. Raal expanded his mind, finding out that the odd signals were originating from a massive structure. The giant tower felt like it was alive with power.

"I have a direction. Follow me."

The distant tower's activity acted as a landmark to find the way out of the city.

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

HK-47 nodded and moved accurately and precisely in a supporting fashion, head swivelling on occasion to survey the surrounding environment. HIs photoreceptors zoomed into where Raal began walking, and saw the tower's basic shape in the distance. Radiation of many sorts eminated from the area, giving HK-47 good reason to focus his attention there.
Warning: A large tower is a large distance away, eminating several unknown forms of radiation. As far as I can tell, master, none of which are a danger to any meatbags. Query: Shall I have the Ebon Hawk summoned, master? It seems I still have a connection to it through the reality-merging portal that you had arrived from.

Observation: That meatbag who now flees the area could bring attention of our location to a hostile faction. Query: May I blast him, master?

[Insanity Renaissance]

Revan was surprised at HK-47's question involving the Ebon Hawk. He could bring it here? She hadn't even had it with her when she had disappeared from her coming demise. However, if was going to travel, it was best to do it in style. And not only that, the Ebon Hawk was a familiar piece of equipment, and the closest thing she had to a home for a considerable amount of time. 'It'll probably need a bit of fixing up before it's up to dodging Sith fighters again.' “Of course, HK. Summon away.”

At her assassin's droid almost-too-eager inquiry pertaining to the fate of the man who left the group, Revan merely sighed, as if she were a mother in Wal-Mart and her child had just ran up to her with sparkles in its eyes and a massive bag of unhealthy treats in its hands, rather than a former Sith Lord dealing with her sadistic assassin. If this were an anime, she would have sweatdropped. But this was reality. Well, at least as close as one could get to reality. To be honest, she initially didn't see the point in attacking the man, but HK had a point. And she had no idea if the Sith were right on her tail. Right now she was still weak; she needed time to rest and recuperate after having the Dark Lord of the Sith feed off of her life for 300 years. She had no idea what could come and attack them, and at this moment, she couldn't afford the risk.

Once again she spoke in Huttese. ”If you're going to do it, then at least wait until these guys aren't looking.” The last thing she needed was people freaking out about shooting a guy in the back. Following behind the group, she awaited the arrival of her precious vessel. When it did slide out from reality and emerged over the distant hill from where Revan came from, she couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction. There was something comforting about watching the familiar ship approach, and when it finally landed and the ramp descended, the Firrerreo couldn't help but run over and give it a reassuring pat.

“It's been a long time,” She spoke to the ship, excited to see it again. Turning around to the group, she grinned, though her expression was impossible to see with her mask on. “So, who wants a ride?”

[Queen Lori]

I have a direction. Follow me. April had no objections so for the sake of finding someplace warmer to go to she began following behind Raal before the protocol droid spoke up again.

Warning: A large tower is a large distance away, eminating several unknown forms of radiation. As far as I can tell, master, none of which are a danger to any meatbags. Query: Shall I have the Ebon Hawk summoned, master? It seems I still have a connection to it through the reality-merging portal that you had arrived from. "Ebon Hawk?"

Observation: That meatbag who now flees the area could bring attention of our location to a hostile faction. Query: May I blast him, master? "What is it with you wanting to blast everything?"

April looked over to its master after that who spoke something in an unknown language so there was no telling what was being said unless she cared to clarify but somehow April doubted that. She would soon forget about the android's question to its master altogether when a large ship touched down in front of them "What the fuck?" That must have been the Ebon Hawk.

So, who wants a ride? "I...I need a moment to adjust."

[Raal]

He stopped when the Ebon Hawk appeared. It was quite an impressive machine, and could offer better transportation than he could. His ability to teleport was highly fickle, and wasn't intended for passengers. Hell, even he couldn't control where he ended up from time to time. That was a risk in itself.

The demon turned around, finally, "I would take the ship, unless you want to freeze to death. I have my own way of travel, but thank you for the gesture. Don't worry about finding me. I'll find you."

[/b]

That said, his form itself started to waver, surrounded in a purple haze. Raal's form winked out with a brief flash of violet light.[/center][/size]

[Exit Raal]

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

HK-47 almost shot a curt response to the girl, but instead acknowledged the request made by his master, Revan.
Establishing link to slave circuit.
EBON HAWK confirmed to be in a lock.
Sending transit message...
Confirmed. Vessel on route.
When the ship came through the rip in space-time, HK-47 let out an almost-meatbag-like sigh. He walked over to the side of the transport and connected to the outer computer dock.

Observation: Master, it seems the ship has seen as much trouble as you has. Diagnostics say it has several hull breaches of major and minor size. To not repair them would be fatal for all meatbags inside it, were we to enter space. Query: Might we go into space with these meatbags? I would absolutely love to watch the results of a zero-pressure environment on them so I can see their innerds strewn all over the cargo hold. Though I already know you won't accept. Shall I begin computer or hull repair first, master?