trans_9 | You can't stay lost forever.

Since receiving a more thorough explanation of the situation from people who had been here longer, Kettch had been unsure what to do with himself. It was one thing to have been Chosen by a Great Spirit as a hero to save entire worlds... but it was another to learn that he had been Chosen at the cost of his entire world and all of his people. With the knowledge that the Ohm had destroyed Endor had come another realization as he'd looked around at the Meet and Greet.

There were no other ewoks among the crew. He was alone. His family was gone. His entire tribe was gone. Everything he'd known was gone.

Against all of that, even the realization that his Soul Tree had been destroyed only made his loss absolute. He was lost now, good and truly. Not only had he lost everything, but he would be lost. Without his Soul Tree, his spirit was doomed to be forever lost. Even now, before he had died, it felt as if his spirit had died along with his Soul Tree.

He'd been in a daze of grief for a while after that realization. For a time, he'd wandered lethargically through the hallways to the parts of the Great Spirit's body that he could reach without submitting to the horrors of being snatched and tossed about by tentacles inside tubes. Which meant he was still on Level 5.

Eventually though, his stubborn determination had reared up inside him. All was not lost yet. Some people had talked about how they could restore their worlds if they defeated the Ohm. And surely the Ohm had to be in league with the Night Spirit. They had to be stopped. And most importantly, he refused to just give up and die.

He slowly felt his spirit return to him from the dark places it had wandered for the past while, lost as he was. But maybe... maybe he wouldn't be lost anymore. Not yet. He still had a great purpose to fulfill. He had been Chosen, and the Great Spirit Stacy had faith in him.

Still weighed down by his grief and loss, but with a new determination, Kettch began paying more attention to his surroundings. He didn't want to stay lost.

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"A map is...like a drawing. It shows the layout of all the rooms and paths on the ship, and we can use it to find out where we are currently standing and where we are going." Starfire pressed a few buttons to bring up her map screen, briefly showing the layout of this level to Kettch.

At his other observation, she could only twirl and smile a little. "I am not a human, although our species share similarities. I am a Tamaranean, and we all fly when we can harness the joy of flight."

"Ooooh!" Kettch jogged closer to lean and try to look at the screen of the magic viewing crystal box. Then he looked up at her with wide black eyes. "That's amazing! I love flying too! But not like you. With a glider or Oosa, but they are not here," his shoulders slumped a little at that.

But then Kettch stood up straighter and proudly puffed out his chest. "I am Kettch! An Ewok warrior, and pilot!"

"Are you certain that there are none of your gliders or Oosas? The storage areas are enormous. I only had time to scan the first level."

Brushing her hair behind her shoulder, she smiled and bowed to him. "And I am Starfire of Tamaran. It is an honor to meet you, Pilot Kettch, and I hope that you are able to fly again soon! I cannot imagine suddenly being unable to do so."

Flight, to her, was a beautiful gift.

Kettch's ears flicked with pride as she called him a pilot! "I am glad to meet you too, Starfire of Tamaran! Your people must be powerful to convince the wind spirits to carry you to Brother Sky!" he blinked at her bow, then copied the gesture.

"But where is the storage area? Oosa would not be there. She is a fierce condor dragon! She would bite anyone who tried to put her in storage," Kettch chuffed in laughter at the thought.

"Oh, Oosa is a dragon! They are said to be mythical creatures on my second planet. In that case, she is likely to be contained within one of the pods we emerged from."

At Kettch's hypothesis, she could only giggle and shake her head. "It is merely the way we have always functioned. I use that strength to protect."

Kettch flattened his ears back unhappily. "One of the pods?" But then his ears perked up, "...Could my tribe be in pods too?"

"Yes, it is very possible if I have been correctly informed. According to the people known as the Daligig who organized this rescue mission, Stacy attempted to collect our immediate families and close friends."

There was a small note of doubt in her voice though. Despite that, so many had died. And it may not even be the truth.

Kettch clutched his spear tighter in one hand. "Which pods? How can I find them? Do you know, Starfire?"

"I do not know," she admitted, voice full of regret. "The pods are designed to obstruct the view of the people inside. I attempted to locate my remaining team members, but I was unsuccessful."

But they had to be alive. They HAD to be.

His shoulders sag unhappily. "Kvark," he mutters unhappily.

[ooc: kvark - oh no/fooey]

"I am disappointed also," she whispered, gently tapping his shoulder with a warm hand. "But in the meantime, I hope to work with the crew we have and ease the pain we feel in the absence of our friends."

Kettch's ears perked forward as he straightened up under her hand. "Chak." Kettch nodded firmly, bobbing his upper body with his conviction. "Everything is gone, but... I will not be lost. The Great Spirit chose us to be great heroes. So we must be brave like the heroes of legend!"

[ooc: chak - yes]

"I will be brave," the alien girl vowed. "We will succeed. If there is ever anything I can assist you with, please inform me."

"Acha." Kettch nodded solemnly and reached up to pat Starfire's hip. "Acha. I'll help you too!"

[ooc: acha - okay, all right]

You can't stay lost forever.

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