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Izzy sat at the cockpit of his ship with his face buried in his palms, his mind clouded with a million different emotions. His ship, the Shroud, the trusty vessil that kept him out of harm's way for near on a decade was sitting in the middle of some forest on a planet he'd never been to with little chance of it ever leaving there in one piece again. Two out of three of the main engines were destroied, the hull sported a nasty ten by ten meter gash in it from a plasma rocket, and most of the internal systems were either not on-line period or were "all ********" as he put it.

He sighed, and got up, knowing that his situation wouldn't remedy itself, unless he got out of the slag heap that was once a multi-million Credit starship known all over the galaxy and started looking for supplies.

He needed a whole plethora of things that he could have obtained for a joke on any space station, Mass Relay, or colony, but he was stuck on this planet, that from sensor sweeps showed that there wasn't any sort of technology here, and as a whole, operated at some sort of late iron-age fashion... much like Dark-Ages Era Terra.

He sighed, and got up out of the pilot's seat, and walked over to an arms locker. Inside were three guns, an AE 20mm ballistic-driven pistol, an Enfield-Solaris laser rifle with a low-powered scope, and a RedStar Industries plasma rifle with a small but powerful tri-tiered scope with x5, x10 and x25 ranges. he tucked the pistol in a holster and slung the two rifles over his back.

After arming himself, he made his way into the Shroud's cargo hold, and grabbed a large backpack, along with some miscellaneous pieces of medical equipment, cybernetic repair tools, dried rations, a wrist mounted computer with a built in scanner, and a long, black jacket.

Before leaving, he took a hand-full of gold and silver coins he obtained while guiding a group of explorers through a ruined temple complex on some other Outer-Rim shithole.

With a quiet sigh, he exited The Shroud, and began to venture out into the wilderness, looking for any sort of settlement.

Izzy trudged onward away from his ship toward what looked like a cart path. A few small fires had been started from his ship crashing, and before he left, he stamped out two of the larger ones, ash, soot, and little embers flew every which way as he slid his cybernetic right leg clad in a combat boot and dark grey combat pants.

The deed done, Izzy walked down the path, keeping his left hand hovering a few millemeters above his pistol's holster, ready to yank it out at a moment's notice if some hostile thing decided to attack him.

Under his jacket, he had a Carbon Fiber Weave vest and an old, beat up T-shirt covering his torso. He sighed a little and itched at his Headjack; the skin around the implant was tender and a little sore, as he was just getting over a slight local infection there.

He grunted as he accidently took off a scab, causing his emerald-green blood to trickle down, through his hair; then down the back of his head. Sure, he loved the implant, as it let him interface with computers directly, and made it *that* much easier to interact with the Shroud; which would be helpful while he fixed it.

As he trooped on down the road, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

Izzy looked around for a minute and gripped the pistol grip of his E-S laser rifle, about to ready it as he trudged down the path.

"I'm probably just being paranoid." He muttered to himself, walking on, almost letting his rifle fall slack on its strap, as another though crossed his mind.

"What if it's a bunch of thugs hired by Lopack to finish the job?"

He let his paranoia subside as he sauntered on, but was still prepared for a skirmish if he needed to.

Izzy smiled a little and passed under a very large oak tree. Everything here seemed so green... fresh... alive! Izzy was ecstatic, he'd never been somewhere so green, lush and peaceful... Sure, he did a tour with the United Colonies Crimson Lance on Acuse; a jungle world, but the whole time he was being shot at, or watching his friends die for... mining rights and munitions contracts.

Izzy decided that he should maybe conduct himself with a bit of caution, and walked to the large oak, and ducked down behind it.

As he sat hunkered down, he pulled out his laser rifle, and primed the weapon. A low pitched hum came forth from the weapon, and Izzy smiled. He took the safety-catch off, and started back onto the path.

"s**t..." He muttered, noticing his boot was untied. With a sigh, he bent down slightly to tie his left boot back up.

The Drow made a sound of shock and or surprise when he saw something out of the corner of his eye... what looked like someone slipping from a sniper's perch atop a tree. Izzy readied his rifle as he heard the crash. he took a few steps toward where he thought the person or thing fell from the tree. Slowly, not wanting to leave himself open to attack, he made his way to the tree where whoever skulked up there had fallen from.

When he saw that his stalker was a young catgirl who seemed to have "popped out" of her top, he chuckled a bit, and offered his cybernetic hand to her.

"Here." He said, smiling a little, offering her a hand. "You alright?" He asked.

Izzy paniced. He went stiff for a moment. He had fought sects of "mind-magic-users" on Acuse before, and knew what they could do.

"Whoa! Wait! Let's not do anything drastic." He started, raising both hands above his head. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt you or anyone... I'm just in a bad way and need to get some supplies... and to prove I'm seriously not a threat..." He started, unbuckling his pistol's holster from his belt and letting it fall from his body. "I'll ditch my weapons." He said, hula-ing his rifles off, letting them fall onto the soft, moss covered forest floor.

He took a step back from his guns and put his hands on the back of his head.

"See? I'm no harm to anyone."

Izzy froze. "s**t... I forgot about the knife that's in my boot." He said. "Okay..." Sweat poured down his face. "If you work for Lopack, I... I have the money... and I was on the way to give it to him, then one of his bounty hunters shot me down, and my ship crashed here... wherever here is... but yeah..." He paused, sweat dripping down his face. "I'm gonna bend down, take my knife out, then I'm gonna put it on the ground, alright?" He asked. "We cool?"

He did as he told her he would, moving slowly and carefully; nothing jerky and nothing sudden. He dropped the roughtly 6 inch single-edged knife about five feet in front of him.

"There... I'm defenseless... and if you want to off me, go for it, but you'll have to live with the fact you killed some poor, unarmed Drow, who's pretty much surrendering."

Izzy relaxed a little. "Yeah, I'm not really in a position to bull-s**t you." He started. "It's all 100% true..." He paused for a moment again.

"I'm Izzy Unon'Dall... and my ship was shot down over this planet on my way to pay off a debt I owe to my boss." He said sighing a little.

"Well... we've got nothing better to do, so feel free to ask some more, you must be brimming with curiousity." He smiled a little, and sat down on the grass. "But I have a question for you... where's the nearest town, and do they accept gold and sliver coin?"