March 01, 2011

643. Earning Their Title - Trychon


Traveling through hyperspace does not give any general sense of direction or destination. Still, the subconscious is in most cases aware of where the destination is, and how long it should take. The mind knows on some level or another, roughly where it is and where it is going without referring to instruments on the ship.

Traveling out into mostly uncharted space robs the deeper levels of the conscious of these reference points and can create a sense of unease and uncertainty. Safe travel itself is pretty much a guarantee, but not knowing anything about where you are has a tendency to rob the deeper recesses of a being's sense of self. It's easy to feel disconnected from a general collective that most seldom even acknowledge exists.

Despite everything working out markedly better than either brother could have expected when dropping Mannix on THX, the trip that followed still went surprisingly quietly. It was a few days before they started using the normal areas of the ship for the activities they'd become accustomed to doing in the med-bay. Neither one really knew how to feel about Mannix's condition, or how it would turn out. Combined with the unknowns involved in the upcoming mission, nobody really had anything to say.

They never really liked spending too much time planning out their missions, but not really being able to plan one out at all turned out to be unnerving as well. Regardless, they went through what other motions they could, spent some time with readings and holocrons just trying to get a steady information base running through their head again to be as prepared as the situation would allow.

Schyrt and Reed seemed rather ambiguous about the whole mission. They were more than happy to be on the mission, as Trychon had threatened to leave them on Hoth if they asked too many stupid questions. They didn't really know or care what they were headed into, and were simply glad to be involved. Deep down they knew that ignorant bliss wasn't necessarily the best outlook to have going on a mission with a couple of Sith, but they didn't let that get in the way of their preparation. They spent good time double and triple checking the vehicles and also trying to find as many ways to stash weapons as they could. Preparation could be key, and if they were to fail their masters, it would not be for a lack of preparation.

There was no circumstance, and very little pomp when the ship finally arrived at its mysterious destination. The group of travelers was ready to be off their ship and headed towards... whatever it was they ended up headed towards.

Reality finally started to set in for the group as they gathered on the command deck. They had little information about the planet they were headed to other than a name and the fact it was out on the fringe of charted space. Now they could all actually visually take in their target, or at least the planet that whatever their target was on. Using their own senses gave them information that a datapad entry never could. If a datapad entry existed, it could have told them that the planet Meisos was arid, with mid-to high level temperatures. Its primary makeup was mountainous, but with few large peaks. The red geological formations had been worn over time and largely granulated, though the remaining formations were cavernous.

Since there was no datapad entry for them, and they were getting their first knowledge from a first hand look as they slowed in for a landing in the general radius they'd been given, Raezyr summed up most of these facts in a way that they could all agree on.


"Great.... We're landing on a giant, hot, red ball of sand."

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