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Malice scrambled for the life pods, the assault ships alarms blaring steadily. As he arrived Malice checked the various comm frequencies to ensure that everyone but command crew had abandoned ship. Climbing aboard the small craft, Malice launched into the void of space, his crafts engines firing and sputtering as they fought the gravity well of Corulag. Recognizing the futility of burning out the thrusters, he angled the nose back toward the planet and let gravity take it's course. As the small escape pod started a slow revolution, Malice watched with rage as the Mandalorians returned fire, trying desperately to raise their shields to no avail. Outnumbered by the Republic forces, Malice watched with horror as the son of his old friend did the one thing he could. Turning the assault ship so that the command deck was shielded by it's bulk, he watched as the engines died, torn apart by the barrage of turbo laser fire from so many ships. Could do nothing to stop what happened next. The forward thrusters, normally used to bring the craft to a stop, fired at once, propelling the "Glory of Victory" into the closest Republic Cruiser at breakneck speed. The two heavy ships disappeared in a flash of rippling explosions, the fusion cores of both ships detonating together. Malice froze...knowing that no one had survived the death of "Glory of Victory". The anger hit him first, and Malice spent the next few seconds punching the hull, his fists denting the heavy durasteel over and over until he wore himself out. The automated impact alarms broke him from his fury then, and turning, he scrambled to the controls. Locking himself into the seat he realized he was coming in hot...very hot. Flipping the air brake release he braced as the first thumps of deceleration shook the craft to it's foundations. A second alarm blared, and Malice checked it, realizing that half of the air brakes hadn't deployed. Damn! Reaching up he pumped the manual override twice, and slammed it home. 4 more heavy thumps rang through the ship, and a second or two later he heard as well as felt the terrible wrenching of metal ripping apart. Glancing behind him out the small view port at the rear, Malice saw the problem. 2 of the 8 air brakes had torn themselves free of the craft and he was once again gathering speed. The collision warnings sounded once again with terrible finality, and Malice spun in his seat to see the trees and ground rushing to meet him. At the last moment Malice through up a force shield. The impact of the pod made it crumple, the restraints tearing, and Malice realized he was now outside the ship, hurtling through the air. Shocked, Malice tried to flip himself so that his feet were under him. The only problem? The tree that stopped him halfway, tearing through his severely weakened force shield with brutal purpose. Malice slammed into the trunk at roughly 90 mph, his armor doing it's best to compensate by expanding the gel layer beyond normal capacity. The seals ruptured, but spared him from an instant death against the unyielding wood. Even so, Malice felt something crack, a couple somethings to be precise. Coming to rest at the bottom of the massive trunk, Malice rolled away from the pain, knowing instinctively with battle honed clarity that he had broken 3 ribs. A small price to pay for his survival to be sure. Rising slowly, Malice checked the gel pressure on his armor...which was horribly low. He would need time to for repairs but he couldn't be bothered now. Malice reached for his comlink, pulling it from his belt only to find that it was cracked and sparking. Sighing, he tossed the useless piece of tech to the floor. Looking around, Malice noted his surroundings, then strode toward the shattered hull of the escape pod some 40 feet away. A cursory look told him that it was a no go, the whole forward section of the ship was crumpled. 'So much for contacting everyone or activating the rescue beacon,' he thought savagely. Scavenging what survival gear he could from the lifeless pod, Malice paused, noticing something that set him on edge. The birds should have started chirping again by now, but they were silent. In a jungle environment there was always noise. Silence meant that something bad was in the area. Malice wasn't going to wait around to find out what. Shouldering the pack of supplies, he chose what he believed to be the direction of another crash that he had seen during descent and set out, leaving the shattered lifepod, and the shadowy figures crouched in the foliage around it, behind him. Figures he had not seen, and did not feel through the force. They stalked him silently as he progressed deeper into the jungle, unaware of the threat that followed just beyond his field of vision...

Marxus began to investigate the terrain. It was almost desolate status. Their indeed was vegetation but that was at a mute point. Literally no signs of life other than plants. No birds chirping, no small animals. Only plants and insects. This was bad, what was worse there appeared to be a force sensitive trying to get into his mind. It was unfamiliar to him, so he did as his training dictated. To defend. It was the only thing he could do in this scenario. It was some time before he noticed that whoever it was trying to gain entry had stopped. He laid out his survival pack and gear. Putting on his leafy man-made cloak. (Ghillie suit). His inventory was his basic assortment of first aid, his weapons and armor, and a flask of whiskey. He did not prepare for conditions such as this, and hunting seemed to be a dead-end. However as time went by he started picking up the scent of blood in the air. A flash of memories went through his mind. Of War. Of slaughter. Can't drink now, I need a safe haven.

He began moving, picking up a fallen limb from his pod's crash he began walking through what appeared to be a swamp of some kind. This showed some positives. If their was a swamp, their was livable conditions. If their was livable conditions, animals might exist elsewhere. What was not good though was that no matter how long he walked, the scent of blood never stopped. The brackish water was a disappointment. Unfortunately their was no way to tell where the stream began or ended. Marxus continually moved in one direction, in the hopes of somehow leaving the swamp. The gray clouded sky gave him no help either.

Then he started smelling smoke. Quickly looking up he saw a small trail of it in the distance. He began jogging in that direction. It was only then that he heard the unmistakeable ending part of Janlu's sentence "....OUT THERE"
He started jogging towards the sound.

After some walking, Janlu noticed someone nearing rather rapidly, the smell of smoke drifting into the area with wisps of breeze blowing it in their direction. She paused where she was, studying this approaching figure to determine if it was someone she knew. The changellum didn't bother getting on the defensive as it was obvious by the movement that this person was not hostile, not sneaking around trying to go unnoticed. Calling out, she attempted to get more information before the figure drew too close, "Who's there?!" she shouted and waited in place for an answer.

Dremora had been wandering for quite some time, following a smoke trail, when he finally made it through the brush. At the crash site, he say Janlu, and Marxus walked in about the same time he did. Well, it is awfully quite around here... He motioned towards the growth he just emerged from. I sense... He trailed off. What DID he sense? It was like there was something there, but not there at the same time.

Naku checked his pods data terminal, to see if it was functional to at least open the hatch. To his dismay, the crash must have caused a serious amount of damage to the pod, not to mention the fact that the pod was dug in the ground deep. The terminal was malfunctioning, giving him only error signs. Naku banged on it, giving up. He looked around the pod, recovering the emergency escape pod's supplies pack.
The planet had a tropical climate in the forest, making his robes too cumbersome for him to wear. He stripped down of his robe, leaving only his armor, which was of white and black, with a republic symbol on it, in case he was to be found by republic troopers, if they ever decide to come down planet side. Naku's armor wasn't complete, missing armor pieces were the joints were and legging, only guarding vital points on his body, so as not to sacrifice his mobility. And in this area, he would need it. Within his armor was a hood, which were part of his under robes, that were meant for the situation. He put on the hood, then donned the backpack and looked outside the hatch window. It was barren, quiet. Too quiet. Naku stood back and activated his lightsaber. The blue lighting up the pod as he drove the blade throught the door, carving a path to open it. At this point, the pod was useless, and if troopers saw that, they would see that a Jedi was on planet, and make an attempt to rescue him, and his fellow outcast, if he could meet up with them. Once he was finished with the door, he deactivated it, using the force to return it to it's place on his belt, then kicked the door open. Once he stepped out, immediately he noticed something wrong. No sound was made, not even by the animals. He connected to the force, it was as he feared, either this forest was completely empty, or something happened to the animal. He couldn't sense anything, shy of his Outcast, which were scattered all around them. Then something felt wrong, he couldn't quite pin it, but he felt as though he was being watched, as if a lot of eyes were watching him, but he couldn't see them in the force. Naku didn't need the force to tell him something was about to happen, he felt it in the air. He reached for his sabers, both of them, not activating them as he looked around.