No Emotion {New Star Wars Ep. 1}

[Thor.]

OOC: Okay sorry but I've been playing MGS4 so I haven't started I will now.

Raem stalked through the forest toward the smoldering wreck that was the ship that had crashed into the Outcasts planet. He gripped the lightsaber but didn't activate it. He didn't want to ruin the element of surprise. It was certainly an Imperial ship. Which meant that he would have to be careful. The sounds of the jungle surrounded him as he stalked through. He squinted through the smoke of the wreckage. He couldn't see anyone but he'd learned long ago that that really meant nothing.

[Stavvy]

((You know, Chosen has completely given up on this. . .My post would be leading up to your's, Chosen. This is the only way that I could think of starting, so if it doesn't make any sense whatsoever, tell me please.))

A drop of water fell on the calm lake, sending ripples splashing throughout the rest of the water. Disrupting all, effecting all, little by little. The same can be said about a room, a small outpost, a large city, a planet, a galaxy, even the universe. One person can shape everything, be that good or bad. Salvation or destruction. I've managed to grasp that concept, at what my masters said, a young age. Stavros thought as he sat against the firm chair of the passenger cabin. He seemed to be the only Jedi here, but he wasn't even fully aware of why he was there. His orders were brief, and said little. But he followed as he was taught, knowing all too well that he was just a part of something bigger, something with, hopefully, good intentions. The last thing that he could remember was a scream, and then the sounds of panic as the ship entered the atmosphere of an unknown planet. Soon the ship had found the ground, and many lay dead. Stavros's breathing was shallow, but still constant.