Star Wars - Rebellion

[Calim]

"Damn...Damn Damn...Damn Damn Damn. I have been shot at, I have been shot, and now we rescued the pretty lady they blew the ship up we came here on. Oh and they have sent a shuttle to come and fix this one it should be here"Looking up into the sky"any friggin second. So I don't know about ya'll but I am for making back to were we left everyone."

 

[maddmic]

Izon looks at Andre and nods. He then looks back to Calven shaking his head. "It looks as though we've got no choice. Those Imps will be able to see this crash from the sky far better than we could see it from the ground. We'll have to move her, but I don't like it. I can cary her if somebody can cover our tracks. We HAVE to be sneaky now. Once they find this shuttle, they'll send the other back to the star destroyer for another platoon no doubt."

 

[GruTheWanderer]

Oraltor seems more and more disturbed as the recent events sink in. First the singer's condition, then the report about the destruction of the Celestial. Reality is striking home to the Ithorian entertainer in an unpleasant way.

Hoisting the blaster rifle, he responds to Izon, "I have no experience hiding tracks, but I am somewhat familiar with natural settings. If you will carry her, I will do my best to guard our backs."

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

OOC: Sorry for the lapse in posting, the last couple of weeks have been busy for me. I should be back to a more normal posting schedule now.

IC:
After gathering up belongings and the wounded singer, the group moves out to the south and west, back in the direction of the old ruined base. The going is slow due to the darkness and the denseness of the forest trees, not to mention struggling to carry the singer without making her injuries worse.

After nearly six hours of grueling travel, the group returns to the base. It is nearly midnight and the place is quiet...abnormally so. Moving cautiously back towards the barracks where the rest of the refugees from the Celestial were left, no one is spotted moving about and no sounds are heard in the camp.

Reaching the barracks, the group is met with a heartwrenching sight. Scattered around the entrance to the barracks building are the bodies of several individuals. They are burned and blackened nearly beyond recognition but are intact enough to be identified as the pilot of the shuttle, and the archeologist couple. Also nearby, the body of a Stormtrooper can be seen lying in a patch of weeds.

 

[Calim]

Andre suddenly overcome with life falls to his knees and is sick at the sight of the people who he had been in hopes of seeing again.

 

[maddmic]

Izon looks around at the carnage. Seeing Andre collapse he gently places the singer on the ground. He then kneels down next to Andre. "Look, I know you're not used to seeing things like this, but you need to get up." Looking around at the group and still being crouched down he continues in a hushed voice. "This is no place to stay. We've got to keep the noise down and get out of here. Seeing that trooper over there means that they're still around. They don't leave their dead lying around if they can help it." Standing back up, he turns to Ryn and then Calven. "I know you two are probably the best at getting us out of here, but if we're to get into a fight, I need somebody else to carry her. My skills would be better suited covering our escape than carrying 'their' objective. That being said, Oraltor, we may need you to carry her if you feel that you can bear the load." He readies his rifle and looks around while the others decide if they're going to move or not.

 

[GruTheWanderer]

"I will carry her," the Ithorian replies, "but I doubt I will be able to go very fast. Once we reach a safe location I suggest we fashion a litter or sled of some kind."

Oraltor continues, "Friends, I want to let you know it has been a pleasure fighting alongside you. I fear our chances our slim with a Star Destroyer overhead, but let us fight the good fight."

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

OOC: I want to wait another day or so for the other players to post (dpdx and Catulle) before I move on. If neither has posted by tomorrow night, I will move things forward but I want everyone to have a say in what happens next.

 

[Catulle]

"Deity above..." Calven closed his eyes for a moment, before forcing them open agin, steeling himself to look over the scene once more. The acrid scent of seared meat filled his nostrils, and it took him a few extra moments to speak. When he did, his voice was little more than a growl.

"Could be an ambush, still. Just like them to use our own... casualties for bait. We shouldn't let the damned Empire dictate the terms, though."

 

[dpdx]

[It would appear that this post was very late, and way out of context. So I'm going to edit it.]

Ryn hurries to catch up with the group after they arrive back at the barracks. The scene fills him with dread and intensifies his hatred of things Imperial. These people trusted him. They harmed no one. They merely wanted to survive.

"Damn it! I TOLD these people we should have stayed together! And if they'd listened, they'd be ALIVE right now!"

"If you catch any Imperials, you better question 'em quick, because if I see them, THEY'RE DEAD!!"

Ryn stalks off toward the corpse of the stormtrooper, which he kicks for good measure.