Cushaw
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PL: 4,526
Kabochan Fury (x4)
Zeni: 7,973
Tag: @cushaw
OOC Name: Pike
Posts: 40
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 12, 2017 7:07:52 GMT
Something was moving across the arid plains of Shikk. From way up high, it looked like little more than an ant, crawling haltingly across the darkned desert, towards the lights and noise of Turrip Town. But if the mind's eye descended and drew closer, the ant-like speck would grow into the figure of a woman, tall and broad, breathing raggedly as she limped closer to the town. One hand was clutched to her left side, blood trickling gently between fingers that pressed on what looked to be a wound from a blaster.
Even in the half-light of the new moon, Cushaw cut a fearsome, feral figure. The moon's rays cast a ragged halo around her limp, matted mane of platinum hair. Hollow skin clung to her cheekbones and shoulder blades, ribbed with lean, starved muscles. A filthy, tattered tunic hung to her bruised knees, and broken chains clinked as they dangled from the manacles around her wrists. Cushaw's face was caked with a year's worth of grime and a night's worth of blood, eyes hard and shining in the dark. Her lips were peeled back from her teeth in a corpse-like, joyless grin. To anyone who might be so unfortunate as to set eyes on her now, every square inch of Cushaw's frame would scream 'escaped slave'.
She'd half-flown as far from the Coliflo Mines as she could manage with what meagre strength she had left, and as close to Turrip Town as she dared. Cushaw had no hope of concealing her power level - she'd never learned that technique - but if she approached the settlement on foot, it was just possible she might remain unnoticed. Cushaw knew she was small fry, and apt to be overlooked. It was a bitter truth, but it just might save her tonight. In a way, it had saved her when the rebellion was crushed. Had she been sent to Space Prison Knutts instead of the mines, she could never have hoped to escape.
She spared a moment to ponder Origan's fate. The wily Brenchian, the mastermind behind the escape plan that had taken months to execute, had not been among the survivors of the prison break. Grimly, Cushaw wondered how many of them would live through the night, and how many would meet the same end as Origan. Killed, or dragged back into imprisonment, with the taste of freedom still fresh on their tongues. What a sad joke it all was. Origan had spent all that time scheming and planning, and hadn't even lived to reap the reward of her own ingenuity. Even those she had sacrificed herself to free were unlikely to see the dawn.
Cushaw refused to share their fate.
She passed into the shadows of the town, and in the noisome fringe of the slums, she found what she was looking for. A run-down hangar, though to look at it, it was more like a junk yard. Cushaw needed some means to get off the planet, before the hunt for the escaped prisoners caught up to her. There wasn't much hope to be found in a place like this, but she daren't venture deeper into the town. She'd never get away with stealing any sort of craft in good condition - they'd be too well guarded. All she could hope for something halfway operational.
At first, it didn't look promising. The hangar was a clutter of piled parts, disassembled pods and broken equipment. In a word, junk. But just as Cushaw was about ready to give up, she stumbled across the golden ticket: a solitary space pod, apparently intact. Up close, it didn't look like it was in anything resembling good shape. One journey was all it had left in it, maybe. But one journey might just be enough.
Cushaw carefully tapped the activation sequence on the interface, wincing internally as the craft booted up with a stuttering whirr.
Vehicle Capsule 973-C activated. Fuel levels at 43%. Initiating environmental system... error. Initiating suspended animation protocols... error.
The Kabochan cursed under her breath. No suspended animation? If this piece of crap even made it out of the stratosphere, she'd be traveling for who knew how many days without food or water, with the injury in her side sapping away at her life. If she ever managed to reach a planet where she'd be relatively safe, Cushaw didn't like to think what condition she'd be in when she did.
"Who the hell are you? Get your stinkin' hands off my property!"
Cushaw whirled around, and found herself face to face with a squat Beppa-seijin, glaring up at her from behind the barrel of a blaster. Her fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, and fight won. She grabbed the barrel just as the junkman was pulling the trigger, yanking it upwards. The blast struck the ceiling with a terrific noise. The Beppa-seijin opened his mouth to yell, but Cushaw's fist hammered him right between the eyes. She heard something crack, and the green man crumpled to the ground.
She didn't stop to wonder if he was dead or not. Little did she care. She'd more or less rung the alarm herself, now. Cushaw stared wildly about. Soon enough this place would be swarming with Imperial enforcers. She sacrificed a handful of seconds rifling through the dead junkman's pockets, and produced a fistful of zenni. Right now, the money was as much use to her as a pitcher of water to a drowning woman, but in the event that she did make it off this planet alive, her future self might just thank her for thinking ahead like this. Hastily, she fashioned a pouch for it with a handful of rags torn from her tunic, and stuffed it in her rope belt. Then, grunting at the pain in her side, Cushaw seized the space pod and hefted it over one shoulder. If she tried to fly away in it now, she'd be spotted and shot down. She had to get away first, as far away as possible.
Cushaw set off into the night once more, hoping against hope that the shadows would cloak her and her burden, and knowing what a ridiculous hope it was all the while. But a ridiculous hope was all she had left now.
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Post by Vennel on Apr 13, 2017 8:09:01 GMT
Lovely post. And without further ado, here's your starting Power Level~ Cushaw WC: 1040 | Gains: 4526 PLOld PL: N/A -> New PL: 4,526! Congratulations! Now g'it on in there and role play!
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