Writing Practice with OCs

Snowy cruiser

The wind was howling through the empty halls of the once fully operational Jedi cruiser. Dust and metal pieces covered the once clean and white floor, with patches of snow here and there. The shipwreck must've been here for a few years now, but Rrenar was sure he can find some useful info if he was able to activate the main terminal on the bridge. Battle strategies, planetary scans, holo messages, maybe even more information on the Republic army, that somehow was unrecorded in the Imperial data banks. The captain was quite interested in the clone wars, especially the clones, so he often went rummaging through old ship graveyards and abandoned battlefields, collecting info on his topics of interest. He already had one or two dusty helmets sitting on a shelf in his office, he himself was armed with an old, modified DC-15A blaster rifle and had many pages worth of notes on the infamous war.

His footsteps were echoing in the large, open space that lead to the nearest elevator shaft. As expected, the lift was broken, but since there was no power either, he came prepared. He fired a cable from his rifle which attached itself to a gear in the wall, next to the door of the floor a few meters above his current position. He pulled the now climbing rope a few times and when he deemed it stable enough, he began to advance upwards. This action was repeated until the bridge's large, metal doors were in sight. Once he reached the small panel on the left, he took off the casing and tampered with the electronics inside it, using an old astromech arm as a wrench. With a few well placed electro-shocks, the door controls gave in and the path was clear.

The bridge was overrun with rust, seemingly took quite a beating from the planet's cruel weather. Snow and puddles of water made the floor dirty, while the screens, monitors and gadgets all seemed broken and completely useless. Rrenar tried to turn on the main power generator, but to no one's surprise, nothing happened. The generators, along with the terminal stayed shut off and he let out a frustrated grunt. Some small animals ran across the wet floor, seemingly alerted by the sudden, unnatural noise. He tried a few different methods to get the run-down machinery to work, but eventually gave up and his unsuccessful efforts faded into swearing.

 
While he was still silently cursing to himself, the captain moved closer to the broken windows and looked out on the land below him. It was the place of a tragic story, it could be felt in the aura of it. As he heard, the ship crashed right after order 66 was initiated. It carried a battalion of clone troopers, and was rumored to have been destroyed by its own commander.

He could see the nose of the large beast from the bridge, well, emphasis on could, if it wasn't underground from the impact it hit the planet with. Snow was slowly falling from the white, cloudy sky, it already began to topple on his head. The wind was blowing stronger and louder by the second. Black, leafless, seemingly dead trees bending and breaking under the weight of the weather. The only sound he heared was the slow decay and crumbling of the ruins, other than that, the silence was deafening. He was completely on his own.

He attached the magnetic end of the cable he used to climb with to the outer casing of the ship and began to descend back onto the body of the huge construct, which was almost completely buried in the ground. As he landed on the solid metal, it loudly creaked below him as if it was about to collapse. He hoped that wasn't the case, seeing nobody knew he came here, so if he would get injured, he'd be left here to starve to death. Or worse, he thought as he glanced over to the shadow covered areas of the ruins. Now he reached the nose of the ship, well, the last visible part of it, soft, fresh snow crunching under his steps.

 
There were some weird shapes in front of him. He couldn't make it out, what they were from this distance. He noted that his eyesight got worse. White flakes begun to twirl around him, he'd have to get back to his ship before the storm catches him or he won't be taking off anytime soon. But his curiosity wouldn't let him just walk away. Covering his face with his arm, slowly but steadily he reached the objects in question. He felt a crawling on his back.

The ride back to Stella Argentea was silent and cold. His clothes were soaking wet after staying in the storm for so long. Later, when he was finally sitting in his room, his thoughts racing in his head. He felt something he couldn't describe. What he saw... all those objects. They were clone helmets, all carefully placed on rods sticking out of the frozen ground. But these weren't just that, they were there as a memorial, a reminder. A cold message. They were the graves of fallen soldiers of the Republic.

(okkay, long thing-- And yes, if you watched Clone Wars season 7, you know what this place is. Man that last few episodes really broke me ;-; also, no illustration again, sorry)