Star Wars - Rebellion

[dpdx]

"Nope - they're shot."

Ryn tries to be useful as Izon goes to work. Handing him supplies, gently wiping the singer's forehead with the cleanest part of his sleeve, looking on with concern, Ryn vows to be at least slightly medically useful at his next opportunity.

"You're going to be fine, and the Empire is going to pay for this."

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Izon manages to stabilize the singer's condition with the use of a medpac but she does not regain conciousness.

While the comm system is inoperable, the ship computer system seems to still have power.

 

[Calim]

"Um, Excuse me but may I," Andre motions towards the computer hoping to be able to slice right in.

 

[maddmic]

Izon turns to Ryn. "Thanks for the assist kid. This woman needs some time to rest. Time it would seem is something that we now have. I'll let the others know what's going on. Keep a good eye on her." He nods to Andre at the request to jump into the ships computer. "Let me know if you need any help. I may not be very good with those things, but Imp security is pretty standard and I may be able to help."

Emergin fromt he ship, he looks at the others. "The singer's stabilized and the pilot seems to be dead. Not sure how long we're gonna be here, but we might want to take refuge inside for the night."

 

[Catulle]

Calven took a quick look around the ship, trying to place the model and specification more out of a sense of resurrected professionalism than utility.

"Good work, team. With her condition, we should likely avoid moving her too much. Holing up here would be good, like Izon says, if Andre can make sure the Imp didn't send off a distress signal before the can went down."

He pulled the pipe and a pinch of t'bac from one of the pouches on his padded survival suit and wadded it into the bowl as he continued. "Should we 'link to the others? I can make decent time through the jungle to their position and we'd be more effective as a single group, especially if there are natives about and hostile to offworlders. Besides, I'm sure the lady would want her friends by her side."

He kindled a flame with the low-yield pulse lighter, and the bitter aroma spread a little about the cabin. "What do you think?"

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

OOC: I'm just finishing a long weekend, in which I was pretty busy. I'll post tomorrow night moving the game forward. If anyone has anything to add before then, feel free.

 

[maddmic]

Turning to Calven, Izon answers. "Well, obviously it's up to you if you want to go back and try to bring the rest of the troup here. I would suggest against it as nightfall is upon us. I have no doubts in your abilities, but I just don't know how easy it would be for you to get them back here tonight. Perhaps if you waited until first light and we stayed here to protect our singer companion?"

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Andre slices into the computer, which is damaged but operational. He quickly accesses the ship's logs and finds some rather disturbing information. The Celestial, the luxury liner, has been destroyed by an orbiting Imperial Star Destroyer. It was apparently targetted because of either fear that the rebel spy was still onboard or because she HAD been onboard. The last entry in the ship's log, just over four hours ago, indicates that the Star Destroyer is still in orbit above Dantooine and that they are sending down another shuttle to assist with the repairs to the Light Cruiser. This would coincide with the time that the Imperial tried to make a getaway in the Cruiser and then promptly crashed. It is quite possible that the Imperials are searching for the Cruiser at the current time.

There is enough room inside the wreckage for everyone to sleep inside away from the elements but remaining with the wreck might be a risky proposition.

 

[dpdx]

Tucked away within arm's reach of the singer, Ryn recuperates for a minute and takes out his datapad, crafting an entry:

Today was a serious time. We finally found the girl, but not before yours truly, among others, took a blaster bolt to the gut from a mincing, sniveling sub-moff. Once again, I did my part - we wasted a stormtrooper detail, including the officer, and bagged a transport with blasters only - but the victory seems hollow now. The girl is next to me, with a serious injury and several medpacs for her trouble.

Imperials are bastards, 'Sina. Don't let anyone tell you differently. We found the girl cuffed to a bulwark on the transport we brought down, bleeding, broken and nearly dead. Even if she was an Alliance agent, she didn't deserve this treatment.

My new group, you'd love 'em. We have a former gnarkrheiwee (but he's not a bad guy), a former history professor, a kid from the Outer Rim somewhere who's decent in a fight, but great behind a console, a protocol droid with a mean streak when he needs it, an Ithorian who had my back when it counted, and me - some lucky Maw baby who likes to fly ships. Not to mention the folks we left behind: a whole band, a poor couple who thought they were going to do archaeology, and a shuttle pilot who'd die of fright if we weren't around. We're good so far - bloodied, but alive.

This is my vow: One day, I will be the scourge of the Empire. Stormtroopers will fear me. Pasty little officers of the Imperial Navy will choke on their t'bac at the sound of my name. I will avenge the deaths of freedom-loving sentients thousandfold. With my comrades and my family at my side, I will send whole fleets to the vacuum.

And I will not rest until the Empire takes its last breath from underneath my bootheel.

My reward will be contentment for the rest of my days, a ship that travels freely throughout the Galaxy, carrying any and all manner of cargo, and my entire line at my side, enduring until the very end.

On this I stake my existence, so help me Father.

I need to rest, and we probably need to move, before the Empire sends more knobheads to annoy me.

Invincibly yours,
Ryn

 

[Catulle]

Taking in the soldier's response, Calven drew from the pipe and savoured the pungent flavour for a few moments.

"Then perhaps another way - it could yet be unsafe for us to be here; worse for her. If she could be safely moved, we could make the trek ourselves and link up with them away from here."

He paused to rub at his neck, tension starting to work its way back in after the excitement had faded, "Depending on what information Andre has for us, naturally. We have to keep the girl away from the Imperials, whatever happens."