Star Wars - Rebellion
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GruTheWanderer
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Oraltor breathes deeply as he steps out under the trees. "The climate is different, but the aura of this planet is like that of our herd ships. Nature rules here, both to provide and to challenge."
Speaking to Izon, Oraltor continues, "If I were any other Ithorian, I might be able to help you navigate the forest. But I'm afraid you are saddled with a entertainer instead of a naturalist. Still, these may come in handy." Oraltor pulls out a stun baton and a blaster pistol.
Oraltor does what he can to calm the couple and the pilot.
Speaking to Izon, Oraltor continues, "If I were any other Ithorian, I might be able to help you navigate the forest. But I'm afraid you are saddled with a entertainer instead of a naturalist. Still, these may come in handy." Oraltor pulls out a stun baton and a blaster pistol.
Oraltor does what he can to calm the couple and the pilot.
Mickerus
First Post
After having waited to make certain that most everybody has left the shuttle, Leo makes certain nobody's looking and stuffs what little room is left in his leg compartment with some choice spare parts. He shuts his compartment just as Ryn and Andre come aboard again, and with a start exclaims "Oh! Ah, it's you guys! Hey, I was just, uh... inspecting the engines again, and I have some fairly disturbing news. That explosion was almost certainly internal. It may have been caused by a system failure, but there's plenty of evidence to make me suspect it was a sabotage instead."
dpdx
Explorer
"Oh good, you're here. I don't suppose you searched this tub for anything that might help us, did you? Oh, well, if you've got room, you might see if there are any lubricants or fuel cells you can use - I have a feeling we're going to be doing a shipload of walking, and if you're at all solar-powered, it might be days before you see direct sunlight."
[Ryn will now thoroughly Search the shuttle for any supplies that would be of use in a survival situation (take 20): presuming Andre assists him (Aid Another: +2) and LE-O does as well (+2 more), Ryn's +6 to Search should put us at an even 30 for the team. So lay it on us.
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Toric_Arthendain
Explorer
Searching the shuttle for anything useful, Ryn and company manage to locate the following items: 3 medpacs, 2 breath masks, 3 comlinks, a pair of macrobinoculars, 3 energy cells, 3 glow rods, 2 fusion lanterns, a tool kit, a sporting blaster, a sporting blaster rifle and two spare power cells.
Outside, Oraltor has managed to calm the tourist couple and the pilot.
Calven is relatively certain that night will fall within the next few hours. The trees are tall and climbable and the terrain, in addition to the forest, is hilly. The wind whipping through the trees indicates that it will most likely be a cold night.
Inside the shuttle, Andre finds both the radio and onboard computer are not operational as the explosion in the engine seems to have overloaded other systems as well causing the computer and radio circuitry to fry.
After calming down, the pilot turns to Izon. "I have no idea where we need to go from here. We weren't touching down at a starbase you know. This planet is nearly uninhabited by sentient life. The Dantari are a primitive and nomadic race but they are extremely few in number and they keep to the coastal areas mostly. I did see a river in that direction," he says pointing west, "maybe 20 kilos away. The forest seemed to thin out that way. Before the singer disappeared and the escape pod launched, only the tourist couple here were coming down to do some archeological work. We were picking them up in about 30 days, on our way back through the system." As you look at the couple closely, you notice that they do have packs, probably containing survival and archeological gear.
Outside, Oraltor has managed to calm the tourist couple and the pilot.
Calven is relatively certain that night will fall within the next few hours. The trees are tall and climbable and the terrain, in addition to the forest, is hilly. The wind whipping through the trees indicates that it will most likely be a cold night.
Inside the shuttle, Andre finds both the radio and onboard computer are not operational as the explosion in the engine seems to have overloaded other systems as well causing the computer and radio circuitry to fry.
After calming down, the pilot turns to Izon. "I have no idea where we need to go from here. We weren't touching down at a starbase you know. This planet is nearly uninhabited by sentient life. The Dantari are a primitive and nomadic race but they are extremely few in number and they keep to the coastal areas mostly. I did see a river in that direction," he says pointing west, "maybe 20 kilos away. The forest seemed to thin out that way. Before the singer disappeared and the escape pod launched, only the tourist couple here were coming down to do some archeological work. We were picking them up in about 30 days, on our way back through the system." As you look at the couple closely, you notice that they do have packs, probably containing survival and archeological gear.
dpdx
Explorer
"Okay, everybody, we've got supplies!", Ryn exclaims as he exits the shuttle with as much of the aforementioned items as he can carry. Ryn lays the stuff carefully on the ground.
"Always wanted one of these," he says to himself as he picks up a comlink, dusts it off, and attaches it to the inside of his jacket. Ryn hopes Andre and LE-O are behind him with the rest of it.
As the others bring it out, Ryn spends a minute arranging the stuff by item: medpacs in one pile, breath masks in another, macrobinoculars by themselves, energy cells, weapons(!) with power cell each, glow rods and lanterns, and the tool kit.
Once the stuff is sorted out, Ryn walks into the middle of the group, waits for a lull in the various conversations, then speaks:
"For those of you who I haven't had the chance to meet, my name is Ryn Turiaf. I'm just a 'freighter crewman,' and I haven't the least clue what we're going to run into out here in the brush. But I do feel responsible for all of us being here, and circumstances being what they are, we're all here together, for better or worse, at least until we hit civilization, anyway, and I have a hunch that we'd be safer if we were to stick together.
Andre and LE-O and I scrounged the ship for usable items, and they're all out here, except for the one big one we couldn't carry, and that's the shuttle itself. We should probably think about where we're going to spend our first night. But in the meantime, help yourselves to anything you might need."
Ryn pauses to indicate the supplies arrayed in front of the shuttle.
"Anyway, I'm done, so I'd truly be appreciative if someone could help suggest a course of action."
Ryn turns away, then looks back, and adds an afterthought: "I'm truly sorry we ended up here, but no one seems to be hurt, so with any luck and a whole lot of cooperation, I hope we stay that way."
"Always wanted one of these," he says to himself as he picks up a comlink, dusts it off, and attaches it to the inside of his jacket. Ryn hopes Andre and LE-O are behind him with the rest of it.
As the others bring it out, Ryn spends a minute arranging the stuff by item: medpacs in one pile, breath masks in another, macrobinoculars by themselves, energy cells, weapons(!) with power cell each, glow rods and lanterns, and the tool kit.
Once the stuff is sorted out, Ryn walks into the middle of the group, waits for a lull in the various conversations, then speaks:
"For those of you who I haven't had the chance to meet, my name is Ryn Turiaf. I'm just a 'freighter crewman,' and I haven't the least clue what we're going to run into out here in the brush. But I do feel responsible for all of us being here, and circumstances being what they are, we're all here together, for better or worse, at least until we hit civilization, anyway, and I have a hunch that we'd be safer if we were to stick together.
Andre and LE-O and I scrounged the ship for usable items, and they're all out here, except for the one big one we couldn't carry, and that's the shuttle itself. We should probably think about where we're going to spend our first night. But in the meantime, help yourselves to anything you might need."
Ryn pauses to indicate the supplies arrayed in front of the shuttle.
"Anyway, I'm done, so I'd truly be appreciative if someone could help suggest a course of action."
Ryn turns away, then looks back, and adds an afterthought: "I'm truly sorry we ended up here, but no one seems to be hurt, so with any luck and a whole lot of cooperation, I hope we stay that way."
Catulle
Hero
Hitherto quiet, content to weigh up the situation and consider his options, Calven finished adjusting his gear for best fit on what could be a very long trek. He rubbed at the stubble on his chin, which had grown too fast for his liking, with a callused hand and brought his gaze to bear on the couple.
"You two look kitted out pretty good; I don't suppose you have any map data, do you? Name's Calven Jokairo, by the way, and I used to do this kind of thing for a living. I think with the whole lot of us working together, we're going to be okay." He gave what he hoped looked like a reassuring smile and stuck out his hand to the pair.
He scanned the canopy and the sky appraisingly with a seasoned eye, "Nightfall would be in a few hours, and it looks like it'll be a cold one. Now, Ryn here..." He gestured to the young man, "...has been kind enough to get us this far in one piece and the jungle's a lot less hostile to us than hard vacuum. We'd be well off to get some way away from the ship, find some shelter from the wind and make time to bivvy down for the night. Maybe put someone up a tree to take a better look." And you know who that'll be, old man... "I'd suggest hanging fire on a more long-term course of action 'till we can discuss it more, over rations. Anybody got any other smart ideas?"
He looked about the circle of sentients, muttering softly to Oraltor next to him "That sound okay? It's been a while."
"You two look kitted out pretty good; I don't suppose you have any map data, do you? Name's Calven Jokairo, by the way, and I used to do this kind of thing for a living. I think with the whole lot of us working together, we're going to be okay." He gave what he hoped looked like a reassuring smile and stuck out his hand to the pair.
He scanned the canopy and the sky appraisingly with a seasoned eye, "Nightfall would be in a few hours, and it looks like it'll be a cold one. Now, Ryn here..." He gestured to the young man, "...has been kind enough to get us this far in one piece and the jungle's a lot less hostile to us than hard vacuum. We'd be well off to get some way away from the ship, find some shelter from the wind and make time to bivvy down for the night. Maybe put someone up a tree to take a better look." And you know who that'll be, old man... "I'd suggest hanging fire on a more long-term course of action 'till we can discuss it more, over rations. Anybody got any other smart ideas?"
He looked about the circle of sentients, muttering softly to Oraltor next to him "That sound okay? It's been a while."
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GruTheWanderer
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Oraltor whispers to Calven, "Sounded good to me. I bet you never figured on bringing a band to your next dig." Oraltor picks up a medpac, a comlink, and lantern.
"I am Oraltor of Momaw's River," the alien introduces himself, using the name of his herdship as a family name. "Until recently, I did not expect to be getting off at Dantooine. But I offered to help these band members recover their missing singer. There is good reason to believe she was on that escape pod."
"I am Oraltor of Momaw's River," the alien introduces himself, using the name of his herdship as a family name. "Until recently, I did not expect to be getting off at Dantooine. But I offered to help these band members recover their missing singer. There is good reason to believe she was on that escape pod."
Mickerus
First Post
Leo exits the shuttle carrying some more of the emergency supplies just in time to hear Oraltor speaking.
"Ah, so I assume that's what you and Mr. Jokairo were discussing this morning. Well, as I was telling the fellows inside, I'm positive that this was an act of sabotage. I had thought about trying to contact the Celestial, but now I'm not so sure that's the best thing to do right now; whoever is responsible for this may still be up there, or may be in contact with somebody who is. I'm assuming this is somehow connected with the missing singer, but... The question I would like answered is just why somebody would do this."
As he speaks, Leo looks at Oraltor, Calven, and each of the band members in turn.
"Ah, so I assume that's what you and Mr. Jokairo were discussing this morning. Well, as I was telling the fellows inside, I'm positive that this was an act of sabotage. I had thought about trying to contact the Celestial, but now I'm not so sure that's the best thing to do right now; whoever is responsible for this may still be up there, or may be in contact with somebody who is. I'm assuming this is somehow connected with the missing singer, but... The question I would like answered is just why somebody would do this."
As he speaks, Leo looks at Oraltor, Calven, and each of the band members in turn.
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