December 29, 2019

Isaiah the Gray, Part 6 #TBTRPG

Continuing from last week’s #tbtRPG, Isaiah and Jimmy C look to one another: what have they done?

As their spacecraft hurtles up and through the upper atmosphere of Coruscant, they see the scale of the utter devastation the collapse of the Czerka World Headquarters building has brought to the planet’s surface: for many, many miles all around, there is nothing but rubble, most obscured by a massive plume of ash. Fires have sprouted up everywhere and throngs of emergency vehicles fly to and fro.

Isaiah and Jimmy C look to one another and then, momentarily, to the ground. A voice behind them: “As always, the choice is yours.” They turn and the hundred-faced man is standing before them, his robes obscuring his face from view.

Isaiah’s bitterness returns in a flash: “Who are you?” Jimmy C stands, his hand on his blaster rifle. “I am They.” responds the many-faced man. “And now,” he continues “my part to play in the inertia of your life is complete. Be well.”

An overwhelming feeling of drowsiness overcomes both Isaiah and Jimmy C and they both fall into a deep slumber.

The steady hum of the ship’s engine is all that’s heard as both Isaiah and Jimmy awake. Jimmy C looks at Isaiah and asks: “How long were we out?”

“It has been 3 days, 12 hours, 9 minutes, and 10 seconds since you were both last conscious.” “Who said that?” shouts Isaiah. From all around, the ship’s computer responds:

“I am the AI, responsible for the upkeep, maintenance, and operation of this ship. I have been monitoring your vital signs since you lost consciousness.”

Isaiah and Jimmy C give each other a wary look. “Computer,” says Isaiah “provide us with our exact location.” The AI responds “This ship is in near orbit to the Korriban system. Only one other ship is on our scanners in the vicinity.”

Jimmy C says: “Identify the ship.” “I cannot” responds the AI “the ship does not match any known design configurations in my database.”

Isaiah and Jimmy C share a puzzled look and stare out the main viewer: a predator, warbird of a ship, clad in a pure gray color, seems to stare back at them.