Prologue
Remi-Boi
Florida-Man
Prologue [:] 26-BBY [:] Planet of Zeilst [:] Outer-Rim
The gale would whip about Faroe’s face, lighting was not too far off in the distance, the hardy vegetation shook, as if being thrown about in place by a tornado. The ice rain was the worst however, tiny pellets of rain felt more like knives when it hit open skin. It was a normal summer here, this inhospitable wasteland of a planet she lived upon.
Zeilst it was called, however most outsiders referred to it as the “Planet of Storms”. Faroe had lived here her entire life. A small settlement on the fringes of civilization, a fortress between Hutt space and wild space. Crime was rampant but was nothing compared to the weather, Zeilst was a planet with a few island landmasses, with one massive ocean that produced giant storms year-round. It rained close to every hour of every minute of the planet's 29 hour day, with sustained wind of 74 Miles an hour, however gusts could go up to 120.
The lucky minority of the population of the planet congregated in a few cities, while the rest of the population, about 5/6th of it remained nomadic, fleeing from the massive storms that would bring excess of 396 Miles an hour of sustained winds, with some gusts recorded as strong as 740 Miles an hour. Anything that was not specially built bubble cities meant to survive the monsoons would cease to exist.
It was the reality she had lived in from birth, her parents had been killed by “Wind-Riders” horrid bands of scourge with ships able to navigate in orbit of the planet, but close enough to the storms to evade being seen on any scanner.
She tugged on a sled she hauled behind her, a body covered in a tarp, carefully tied to the sled to avoid being caught by the wind. The body was not of her own blood, but rather one who had earned the right to be laid to rest. A Mandalorian, by the name of “Jas-Deveen”, he was her caretaker until two nights ago.
She vividly remembered the blaster fire, the thump of the bodies hitting the soil. She continued to pull on the sled, looking forwards. The ridge was not far, roughly 80 feet out now, so close that the violent sea spray hit her face as hard as the rain. She looked back now, letting go of the sled rope.
She knelt down at the tarp, taking out a crude knife to cut through it. The body was scarred heavily by blaster fire, she had removed the man's armor, however had wrapped his head in a cloth to protect his face, she knew how much his code meant to him, however much she did not understand it.
She rolled his body off the sled and towards the massive drop that was the cliff, spray would drenched her body through her coat. Her teeth chattered, the freezing rain, ocean, and wind would likely kill her not too long after Jas. She briefly considered jumping off the cliff with the body, but she would curse herself. “No. Keep going.” She murmured to herself. She stopped rolling the body, she was on the edge, the massive drop into the rocking sea.
She looked at the body, though its face was wrapped, she could feel as if the body was staring at her, as if saying goodbye maybe. She knelt down to the body, speaking her best Mando’a. “Good-bye old friend…” She would give the body a gentle push, and it would fall into the Sea. She stood up, brushing herself off.
Now turning to the sled, the armor. Way too big for her, sat on the sled. She walked over to the sled, it would be a long journey home, but she had nowhere else to go. She sluggishly packed up the armor in a small wooden crate on the sled and made way Northeast, maybe she’ll escape the massive storm behind her, maybe even find safe harbor. She’d not ever know what's next.
The gale would whip about Faroe’s face, lighting was not too far off in the distance, the hardy vegetation shook, as if being thrown about in place by a tornado. The ice rain was the worst however, tiny pellets of rain felt more like knives when it hit open skin. It was a normal summer here, this inhospitable wasteland of a planet she lived upon.
Zeilst it was called, however most outsiders referred to it as the “Planet of Storms”. Faroe had lived here her entire life. A small settlement on the fringes of civilization, a fortress between Hutt space and wild space. Crime was rampant but was nothing compared to the weather, Zeilst was a planet with a few island landmasses, with one massive ocean that produced giant storms year-round. It rained close to every hour of every minute of the planet's 29 hour day, with sustained wind of 74 Miles an hour, however gusts could go up to 120.
The lucky minority of the population of the planet congregated in a few cities, while the rest of the population, about 5/6th of it remained nomadic, fleeing from the massive storms that would bring excess of 396 Miles an hour of sustained winds, with some gusts recorded as strong as 740 Miles an hour. Anything that was not specially built bubble cities meant to survive the monsoons would cease to exist.
It was the reality she had lived in from birth, her parents had been killed by “Wind-Riders” horrid bands of scourge with ships able to navigate in orbit of the planet, but close enough to the storms to evade being seen on any scanner.
She tugged on a sled she hauled behind her, a body covered in a tarp, carefully tied to the sled to avoid being caught by the wind. The body was not of her own blood, but rather one who had earned the right to be laid to rest. A Mandalorian, by the name of “Jas-Deveen”, he was her caretaker until two nights ago.
She vividly remembered the blaster fire, the thump of the bodies hitting the soil. She continued to pull on the sled, looking forwards. The ridge was not far, roughly 80 feet out now, so close that the violent sea spray hit her face as hard as the rain. She looked back now, letting go of the sled rope.
She knelt down at the tarp, taking out a crude knife to cut through it. The body was scarred heavily by blaster fire, she had removed the man's armor, however had wrapped his head in a cloth to protect his face, she knew how much his code meant to him, however much she did not understand it.
She rolled his body off the sled and towards the massive drop that was the cliff, spray would drenched her body through her coat. Her teeth chattered, the freezing rain, ocean, and wind would likely kill her not too long after Jas. She briefly considered jumping off the cliff with the body, but she would curse herself. “No. Keep going.” She murmured to herself. She stopped rolling the body, she was on the edge, the massive drop into the rocking sea.
She looked at the body, though its face was wrapped, she could feel as if the body was staring at her, as if saying goodbye maybe. She knelt down to the body, speaking her best Mando’a. “Good-bye old friend…” She would give the body a gentle push, and it would fall into the Sea. She stood up, brushing herself off.
Now turning to the sled, the armor. Way too big for her, sat on the sled. She walked over to the sled, it would be a long journey home, but she had nowhere else to go. She sluggishly packed up the armor in a small wooden crate on the sled and made way Northeast, maybe she’ll escape the massive storm behind her, maybe even find safe harbor. She’d not ever know what's next.
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