EXGAL HUNT - Weekend Treasure Hunt 8: Extragalactic Death World

[Azula Tindara]

Jaani rushed to the aid of [member="Mrrew"] , unfortunately the poison was having a numbing effect on his shoulder. As he pulled free another electropole he struggling to provide much guidance with his left arm. He stabbed out hard at the nearest Sithspawn. Unfortunately with just a waving tail as his target, he just clipped the creature's hide. There was a spark as the strike hit home and the creature leapt vertically. It twisted in the air in a demonstration of extreme grace and agility.

Now it turned on the Gungan. Jaani had achieved his goal, but hadn't fully considered the next part. The creature strafed around him, intelligent eyes always on the spear. It tested him with a few swiped, surprising him with its ability to stand on two legs and slash at his head. There was another crack as he clipped the creature's forearm. It backed away and continued circling, looking for an opening to get past the stinging tip of the spear.

 

[Mrrew]

While the second Sithspawn was distracted with [member="Jaani Doosun"], Mrrew had a moment to fight against the injured one. One large paw kicked at the creature's face, sending it back a few steps. That was all the time Mrrew needed. In a split moment, his Harpy rifle was readied in his hands again, and he was staring down the barrel at the creature. It was intelligent to know the danger; it stopped immidietly. Most creatures would attempt to run from the danger at this point. The Sithspawn leaped at him. A bright flash of red light met the Tuk'ata in mid air, tearing into it's ribs, and pulling an angry pain-filled howl from the creature. However, it didn't stop. It's jaws clamped around his trigger arm, wrenching it away from the rifle. Two rows of teeth dug into his arm, causing him to let out a howl of his own.

However, the Tuk'ata's injury was even worse then it seemed. It was already loosing blood from it's shoulder wound, and the large burned hole in it's side was illing it. Many animals, or people, would die almost instantly from an injury like that. Sithspawn were more hardy. After a good thirty seconds of struggling with Mrrew, snapping viciously at his throat while he struggled to keep it back, the creature began to slow. And with one last half-hearted snap at his face, it's teeth sctraching off fur, the Sithspawn finally fell on the Togorian.

This is why people don't go into strange shipwrecks on uninhabited planets.

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N E - 2
OBJECTIVE LOCATION: SEGMENT EAST​

AWESOME Soundtrack Exploration Mix!
Bio-Luminescence of the night -

He came to her with a whisper. "Je'gan--ahh!" pain would lance through her eye, and in her startled state she would fall upon her hands and knees.

Gasping for breath, her vision would blur and tears would pinprick her eyes. It had felt as if the very cornea's of her eyes had been seared with a hot poker. Her handheld lamp would fall in a soft thud beside her -- sending a cloud of spores from the fungal plants she'd been walking across. A sense of forbearing would rise as would confusion.

"Je'gan?!" her voice would cry out, lids blinking rapidly to wipe the stars and flashes of light over her eyes. Vision would slowly start to clear, and pupils would dilate until the iris's of her eyes were thin cerulean discs.

What was going on? She could have sworn she heard his voice -- familiar as it was strange. Did she imagine it? She certainly didn't imagine what felt as if something had stung her eyes.

Kalahira, give me clarity, she'd pray to the Corellian Goddess, red-rimmed eyes now searching around her. Something was different. Immensely so.

Let there be light. What had once been unseen would now ignite in bio-luminescence in the fungi and plants around her. What had been cast in shadow and illusion was illuminated by the candle which she now held behind her eyes. A candle that would bathe intangible light upon that which had been hidden before...

Dozens of red and yellow eyes would surround her, there within the shadows of the jungle -- and their predatory gaze bore evidence that she was no longer alone. Stumbling back, she attempted to rise to her feet.

It was then that the chirping growls came from the depths of those fungi abodes.

 

[Mornhun of House Marr]

His sense flared and he knew the evil he had been drawn to had found him. The creatures in the room, twisted yet animate dead, lunged at him with one accord...kill. He would not allow this. He would not give way to the dark beast. His sword like a viper struck, and limbs thudded on the ruined floor. That was not enough. That effected nothing at all. Still they came and he knew that, like him self, the head must fall for the body to follow. His sword again rent the air on it's vicious path to the creatures as they began to press upon him. One, then another and another fell. his gained space as he backed up a step. more fell and behind them more came. He would not survive this, not unless he could create a choke point. and even then his chances were not great. A fate worse than death spoke to the back of his mind as the Hunter felled one after another until he was back through the doorway and waiting for them to come. He took the blade in one hand to ease the burning in his shoulder and elbow and swung again and again aiming for heads and necks alike.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

Captain Tupu watched the forward viewscreen in silent frustration as the ship continued to 'play' in the planet's atmosphere. “Are we getting anything useful on sensors?” He asked at last, reluctantly trying to look on the bright side.

“Life Form Indicator is going haywire.” Ensign Demona reported. “It's already isolated over three thousand individual unidentified species, two hundred known species, and seven sensor anomalies. Count is still rising, but the sensor anomalies are holding steady at seven locations.”

“Have the anomalies been run through the ship's databanks yet?” Captain Tupu asked as as he turned his attention from the forward viewscreen to look at the young zeltron.

“The computer suspects that three of the signals are wrecked or powered down starfighters. Four of the anomalies are registering as amorphic objects with a high metal content.” Ensign Demona said, answering the captain's question. “The best guess so far is that we've picked up some abandoned buildings or spaceship wreckage.”

“Abandoned buildings, starship wreckage, and downed or disabled starfighters...” Captain Tupu said out loud to himself as he mused over the possibilities. Turning to Commander Kain, he asked the young woman “What are your thoughts, Commander?”

“Well...” Commander Kain began as the pondered the situation. “Is the Life Form Indicator including any known sentient species?” She asked at last.

“Checking now Commander.” Ensign Demona said as she began typing at her consol.




Elsewhere within Naast'ika, emergency repairs were being completed in over a dozen sections. Skazona and Petty Officer Skyblade had stopped the internal bleeding in hallway three-delta. Petty Officers Lefex and Lefex had finished their sealing of the breached hull and air pressure returned to the chamber as they made their way to the next sealed off and depressurized chamber. Sensor reports were indicating that shields had held over the section, but that internal temperatures had reached over six hundred degrees (F) during planetary entry and were still holding at around four hundred degrees. Their next repair job would likely be considerably more difficult.

In the reactor control room, Junior Lieutenant Kapou and Petty Officer Danaris monitored the ships vitals in addition to the flow of power and electricity throughout the mechanical sections of the ship.

A short ways behind and above the bridge, Junior Lieutenant Lassiter worked with Petty Officers Tanner and Task to replace a fire control inhibiter console that had been damaged by a hyperspace anomaly. The console kept Naast'ika from using his Proton Cannon unless the captain allowed it. The weapon was powerful and dangerous and Naast'ika was young and prone to panic. They worked with urgency to replace the console. Until they did, Naast'ika could fire the powerful weapon whenever and at whatever he desired.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Ermac Laith"]

Thunder crashed in the intrepid explorer's mind, and a cold voice punched its way in.

Fearless audacity. Defiant of limitations. Instrument. I find thee apt.

Pain would lance through Laith's left hand and arm. A reddish-brown mark, like a precise old scar, would tighten the back of his hand. In form, it was a triangle -- long, thin and curved. A tusk.

Your protection against the greatest of hungers. The Mark of Velok will save your life against what fools call Force Drain.

Enjoy.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Jaani Doosun"] [member="Mrrew"]

In front of Mrrew, the dead tuk'ata pulled itself to its feet in a bizarre way, as if drawn upright by puppet strings. Its eyes were empty, unfocused. A laugh rolled out past its teeth.

A voice rolled into their minds.

Turningandturning. Time finds a way. Time itself. Behold.

The tuk'ata blurred into Mrrew's face, then backed away, as if time was being rewound. More than an illusion, less than time travel. In a handful of seconds, the tuk'ata was gone -- and then events repeated to the present, but quickly, very quickly. Then it was as if nothing strange had happened at all. The tuk'ata was dead at Mrrew's feet again.

Confusing? Good. Here is where it gets interesting.

Silence.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew just about crapped himself. He wasn't exactly one to get startled or frightened. He was almost always perfectly calm.Sure, he would get hesitant when hunting incredibly dangerous creatures.... but that's a whole differnt kind of fear. That's a cautious fear, an instictual fear. This is the fear you get when the Tuk'ata you just fething killed stands up, laughs, starts talking in your mind, then does some.... he wasn't even sure what the feth just happened.

Holy poodoo.

Mrrew realized he had scampered to his feet when the Tuk'ata was... doing whatever just happened... He stared down at the Tuk'ata. After a good few minutes of doing nothing but staring, he slowly looked up at [member="Jaani Doosun"]. Then back at the Tuk'ata. Was this... did this happen in this galaxy? Some kind of foreign microorganism... or something to do with the Force? He knew virtually nothing about it, but he'd heard stories... The Togorian continued to stare at the Tuk'ata. ... He made a mental note never to leave The Galaxy again.


(...Dead characters appearing on the treasure hunt? This is going to be good. [member="Rasho the Hutt"])

 

[Laith Varad*]

Planet NE-2
Gladius Class Light Freighter; South Segment
Objective: Rest and seek out other possible wreckage for exploration

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...Laith had sent another transmission to the Astrometric Droid that mounted to..."Come and pick me up."...after venturing outside the hull breach in the wreckage he'd last moved through and then climbing onto the wreckage itself where he assumed he would be relatively safe in comparison to inside the remains of the Star Destroyer. The Astrometric Doid -beeped- its compliance and Laith felt secure in the fact that his robotic counterpart would arrive to retrieve him shortly however in the mean time he needed to remain on guard. Atop the wreckage of the Star Destroyer, this segment of it anyways, he could truly appreciate not only how large the vessel was but also how massive the tree that it had lodged itself into was. Laith had never seen a tree so large outside of those found on Kashyyyk....

...that was when it happened. Laith was looking out across the jungle when he heard an invisible voice penetrating his mind causing him to whirl around as though he were searching for the perpetrator however there was nothing. Only the lancing pain that filled his left hand and arm followed literally dropping the Mandalorian to his knees and causing him to cry out in pain..."Arrrrrgggghhhhh!!!"....Laith hadn't felt such pain in a long time and it literally felt as though his arm was on fire as he sunk down onto his knees. Then he heard the voice again and thought he might have been going mad, maybe one of the bugs had bit and infected him with some strange toxin, however as the pain and faded he felt as though he were somehow stronger in an unknown way...

..."Who are you?"...he'd have asked audibly before he saw the Gladius Class Light Freighter approaching in the distance and struggled back to his feet. The agonizing pain had disorientated had left him disorientated for a moment but as he came back his feet Laith would flex his arm which still throbbed slightly. When the Light Freighter came into range he'd raise that left arm and using the fibrocord launcher on it create a sort of grappling rope with which he could take himself to the landing ramp as it descended...

...moments later Laith was onboard the starship which remained in orbit as he instructed the Astrometric Droid..."Commence a sweep to ensure there's nothing else worth exploring. Find me more of this wreckage."...apparently he might not have finished yet. Then he would sink down against the wall of one of the ships halls and work to remove the left arm of his Beskar'gam so that he could see what had happened. Eyes soon locked on the triangular tusk, the Mark of Velok, burnt into his flesh like an old scar and he would raise his arm higher so that he could appraise it..."Hello."...all he said as though he was greeting an old friend...

...the electrical components he'd gathered would also need to be analyzed...​

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[member="Velok"]

 

[Matreya]

Reaching into the right-armpit holster of his Gunbelt, Damien drew forth his Betty Blaster, and stashed the artifact he had found inside its many pouches. Leveling the gun at the door, Damien clipped his saber, and drew another from his left-armpit holster, which to sighted its way towards the door...

Boom! The debris was finally thrown inward, but Damien did not fire, even though bodies fell through. These would be to damaged by the brute force of the mob crushing through to matter, the ones running, jumping and screeching, these all instantly got a shot to the temple. Such highly powered rounds tore through ancient decay like paper mâché. Numerous drops came from single shots, racing through one skull, into another, through a neck of the next, so on and so forth.

Before long the clips ran dry, and Damien paused to refill, never leaving his gaze from that one point. The sheer pile up, plus conjoined pile of debris, caused the idiotic devils to stumble and fall. None could truly climb through, rather having to crawl or slither their way in.

But by the time they were near enough to be considered 'in', Damien was finished and leveling. With his mind, the left-hip pouch opened and a cryoban grenade drew forth, hurling of its own accord down wind, where a shot ruptured its side, spewing instant freezing mist over all of the undead in the area. He had created a hopeful point of safety. None would get in without trouble on his end.

Though how long would he have ammo? Afterward, how long would his light saber last with a single charge? How about his stamina levels? Then again, did the surrounding area have that much to offer?

He hoped not.

Once more beginning fire, Damien never let his eyes rest, always moving and searching so as to find the best shots with the highest hit rates. The most he got was 5 deaths with a single shot before it died away.

 

[Matreya]

(Sorry for a second post. Got a good idea goin anyway, so gonna roll with it before it slips away.)

In a few minutes, what was grand and easy, had become a hellish nightmare. The area did indeed have enough to hurl at him, and his reserves became irrelevant, after nearly a hundred swarmed in from a door he had not seen far off to the right in the distance. The sheer numbers as they came was so massive that they moved the dozen feet tall containers like they were nothing, flipping them then climbing over along their way to himself.

Damien groaned as the container he was on began to rumble from the numbers of approaching feet.

What had he gotten himself into? Turning himself towards the new approach, as the other was now so minimal it was nothing compared, he once more mentally drew forth another grenade - this one a double strapped incindiary, though he wasn't aware - then hurled it down wind.

The effect from this decision...gods...

Rotting motled flesh peeling away as screeching undead charged, sizzling roaring flames licking down to the bone as a smoke cloud of death like miasma rose to the air. It was sickening well before it could ever reach him.

But he knew it wouldn't stop them, hell it would hardly slow them.

Drawing another, then a partner for the prior, Damien hurled both - luckily both being Cryo's - then pierced both their sides just as they nearly hit two seperate Zombies in the heads. The effect was almost comical, the undead that were uneffected from the blast were still damaged as the mist spread and froze the flames above them - the weight being far to heavy for limbs with no true muscle mass.

Once more opening fire, Damien dropped multiple of those that were able to charge through clean air, finding it best to leave those slowed down for later.

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Reaching arms licked at his crate, the pyramid that made its base crawling with undead. His fathers refurbished 4-X Blaster Rifle in his hands - conjured through Dimension Shift, where it was hidden among many other treasures along the grooves of his palm, but sacrificing a great deal to bring forward - loosing a hail-storm of fire. Holes appeared like that found in pasteurized milk products along the lines of undead.

Still they came.

Damien for once in so long, felt that creeping tingle up his spine: hairs standing on end along his nape, sweat forming on his brow, his hands began to tremble a bit.

Damien 'The Hammer' Daemon, was afraid...

Head shot, neck, shoulder along to the opposite, so many falling, yet the mountain of bodies continued to squirm.

Pausing for a moment, Damien cast his eyes upward, then opened fire until a large hole formed that rose several yards - hopefully to another level. It would be a possible exit, if the horde didnt stop...being!

Lowering his rifle again, Damien pulled his trigger...

To clicking!!

But they were mere feet from him!!! No time!!

Hurling the gun upward through the hole previously made in the roof - the gun meant something! - he gripped the hilt of the large blade resting on his back. Drawing Tantibus from its long sheath, Damien continued the draw arc to swing it downward in a sweeping slash that took off many a-neck.

Once the swing finished, Damien flipped to the next lower level of the pyramid, hacking and cutting with heaving cleaves. Bodies fell to pieces even more than with the rifle!

Finally, Damien noticed a slowing to the return of enemies!

Raising the blade to roughly the average neck height, Damien flipped it horrizontal, then spun swiftly on his heel, cleaving many more heads in his top like motion.

 

[Azula Tindara]

Jaani’s left arm was increasingly numb. His grip in the middle of the shaft was weak and adding little more than direction to his strikes. The creature opposing him had a thick hide. Without a clear, head-on strike, he could do little more than give the thing painful shocks.

It circled him, watching and analysing with those glowing eyes. Every time he started to strike it reacted before he could, darting to the side or slashing with an outstretched claw. It was quicker than he was, intelligent and deadly. He was all too aware of the fletchette pistol on his belt, but at this distance he wouldn’t reach it in time.

Seeing an opening he surged forward, putting as much weight as possible into a stab aimed at the beast’s flank. It was ready, perhaps it had even been a feint. It turned on the spot, curling almost impossibly around the grasp the shaft of the spear with its jaws. It yanked hard to the side, pulling the Gungan towards him.

However, the militagung was well balanced for his size. He couldn’t stop himself, but he didn’t stumble into the creature’s jaws either. He leapt forwards, thick arms wrapping around the Tuk’ata’s neck as he rolled over its back. With all his strength he yanked back, pulling its head at an odd angle and trying to pull it off its feet. The leathery creature writhed and twisted. It hissed and spat and Jaani felt a burning pain as its spiny tail slapped against his back.

It nearly broke free, turning within his grip. He knew that if it rolled, it would likely use all four of its claws to disembowel him. Allowing his grip to slip, his left hand grasped the creature’s ear and yanked hard. It bucked and hissed even louder. That noise ended promptly when his right hand pressed the fletchette launcher to its temple and depressed the trigger. A bright spray of blood lashed against the far wall as twenty fletchette pellets continued their flight out of the Tuk’ata’s skull.

Ever so slowly, the Gungan picked himself up off the floor. Blood ran freely from several cuts now. Salve wouldn’t be enough, he’d need them stitched. He pulled a can of Synthflesh from his belt. The Gungan’s typically used the tendrils of a sinewy plant found in the swamps and fish bones to stitch wounds effectively. This had been sold to him as a much more effective replacement. He sprayed the substance into several larger gashes and winced as it pinched the skin tight. At least the blood loss was stopped.

Turningandturning. Time finds a way. Time itself. Behold.

Jaani found himself rooted to the spot in fear as events unfolded before his eyes.

Confusing? Good. Here is where it gets interesting.

Without pause he looked to the Togorian and said: “Let’ser…get out of here?” There was a crash above them and the light suddenly dimmed. Jaani looked up to see that the door – on the “ceiling” with the craft upturned – had slammed closed.

He slammed the butt of his spear into it, but couldn’t shift it. With their entrance lost, they would have to descend further into the ship to find a way back out. “Oh karkles.”


[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew kept staring at the Tuk'ata until the slam above snapped him out of it. He quickly looked up, his eyes glowing, reflecting the light from [member="Jaani Doosun"]'s glowball that still loomed in the corner. Fantastic. There goes their way out. He was getting more and more convinced that whatever was happening had nothing to do with microorganisms. Microorganisisms don't do... that. That wasn't a muscle spasm, or an after-death twitch. That was something else. Every time Mrrew leaves his ship he runs into something dangerous... He made a mental note to take a vacation on Alderaan, or something.

The Togorian glanced at Jaani, grimacing, when hefinally onticed the Gungans wounds. Fantastic. As an afterthought, Mrrew glanced down at his left arm, seeing where blood was caking his fur from the bite wound of the Tuk'ata. His trigger arm. It wasn't hurting, yet, he sitll had adreniline going through him... But this meant he would probably be useless trying to fire at anything farther then a few feet in front of him. Fantastic. They were both wounded, trapped in a shipwreck crawling with Tuk'ata... the word demons came to mind, on a world they'd never been to, in a galaxy no ones ever been to. Fantastic. Mrrew picked his harpy sniper rifle off the ground with his right arm, grumbling under his breath. Now that he'd acknoledged it, the wound in his left arm wasstarting to hurt. Badly. And Jaani... he didn't to get Jaani to a medbay. They had to get out of the wreck.

Mrrew glanced at the various passages that lined the corridor they were standing in, before looking back to Jaani. "Which way?"

 

[Azula Tindara]

Jaani found that he was almost constantly focussing just to keep himself going now. He pulled a bottle from his belt, taking a swig of the unpleasant drink inside. It was a mix of stimulants, electrolytes and carbohydrates. Good to provide a quick energy boost. At least the numbness in his left arm was fading.

At [member="Mrrew"] ‘s question he looked to the map of the ship etched into the wall beneath their feet. He could make no sense of the symbols and descriptions, but he could work out where the main bulkheads were.

“If wesa could find a long nuff corridor, wesa could slide allaway down!” he mused. Slowly, he shook his head. “Dasa way smells most of Tuk’ata.” He picked up his glowball and rolled it gently down the corridor in the opposite direction. He recovered his electropoles, but kept the fletchette pistol ready in his hand as he followed after the red glow.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew glanced at the Terentatek way, before looking back to [member="Jaani Doosun"]. "The Terentateks need some way to get out of the ship, correct? To find food, water. And it stands to reason that they'd make their den closest to the food, and water," Mrrew glanced down the corridor that would probably be riddled with Terentateks. It was their best bet to get out. On the other hand... If they were going to do what the last one did... With the mind talking and time thing... "On second thought. We'll go your way." Mrrew spuna round, and hurried off after the Gungan. The wound on hios left arm was beginning to clot, but it still throbbed with pain. It was probalby a prettty deep wound... Using that arm to much would just hurt it worse. The Togorian sighed, carrying his harpy rifle in his right hand.

He had no clue how the feth they were going to get out of the wreck, but there had to be another way out... Mrrew's eyes scanned the corridor ahead of them as they walked. Something was laying in their path. Mrrew instnatly raised his rifle, grimacing in pain from his left arm, ready to fire if it was another Tuk'ata. It wasn't. It was a body. Mrrew lowered the rifle again, stepping closer to it. No, not a body. A skeleton. Most of the meat long since stripped from the dried bones, only a few dried bits of sinew still clinging to the bones. It looked human. Or at least, close enough. One of the former crew of the ship? Mrrew glanced back at the Gungan, before crouching down next to the skeleton. It's bones were covered in marks from fangs and claws. The Tuk'atas got him. Mrrew was about to stand, dismissing the skeleton, when he noticed it's arms were wrapped around something. A series of dry snaps filled the air as Mrrew pried the bones off it... A satchel. He glanced back at [member="Jaani Doosun"] again, before snatching up the satchel. Whatever was in it, the skeleton died holding it... It could be important. His thoughts were interupted, however, by the sound of a loud snarl echoing down the corridor, from straight behind them. More Tuk'atas... possibly the mother from earlier. Neither of them were in any state to fight. Mrrew wrapped teh strap of teh small satchel around his wrist, and moved on forwards down the corridor. Maybe if they went far enough from the creatus' territory, it'd leave them alone...


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One North elecitrical component claimed

 

[Matreya]

Ripping free of his Gunbelt, Damien pulled the artifact free then chucked the belt at the nearest Zombie. Leaping high upward, he went into the hole he previously created. Drawing the last of his Betty's on sight, he shot at the pocket that held the grenades. The effect was instant, whipping all present, including Damien, backwards, then dual effects began, flames and destruction erupted before freezing simultaneously!

Rising to his feet, Damien gasped for breath. How he missed his harem..

Slowly staggering along the tunnel he found himself in, he groaned outwardly...

At least he had whatever the artifact was - just as the thought was finished Damien felt himself dropping through long ago destroyed planks. Landing in a heap on his back, Damien simply remained still for a moment. His body was aching...

Turning his gaze, Damien realized the new room he was in was barren of undead, luckily. And so he decided to rest for a quick moment...

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Anything left of note to accomplish in the West Segment [member="Jorus Merrill"]? Nearly died getting the artifact, and I believe the electronic components are out. Might head to a seperate portion if nothing else is gonna happen where he is

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N E - 2
OBJECTIVE LOCATION: SEGMENT EAST​

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AWESOME Soundtrack Exploration Mix!
Hooked on a feeling - Blue Swede


Feet would go pounding as a series of growls and chirping barks came at her heels. All around the jungle was coming alive -- talk about little shop of horrors!

Air would come burning in and out of her lungs, every once and a while glancing back over her shoulder as she kept on running, fronds of fungai smacking against her suit and helmet, seeding her with their spores as they would arch, twist and turn, attempting to latch her down.

A grunt and a flash of her lightsaber would burst in silvery blue light, sweeping around her to slash at the tentacles. They would fall to the ground with a slight thud, still twitching. But that wasn't what was interesting -- no it appeared that everything was connected in some way. Something beyond the Force, beyond any logical explanation.

"Feth, feth, FETH!" she went cursing under her breath, finding purchase on the remnants of the east segment of debris of the ship. High ground would give her an advantage, and a better view on what was chasing her. Maybe she could bottleneck them there. A grunt and huff came from her mouth, and she went panning her gaze at her surroundings.

There! A small ledge that lead into the wreckage! She clipped her saber back on her hip, and then prepped for what was to come. With another grunt, her legs shot out like pistons, propelling her forward in a jump as she went reaching for that higher ledge. Rocks and pebbles would scatter as gloved fingers would desperately grasp at the edge. A huff and a puff would see her lifting her weight on top of it.

Crawling up and over, she would gather her breath as she went glancing over the ledge. Two large critters, with ink as dark as pitch and red eyes would snap at her through the bioluminecent jungle.

Well... this was a whole new kettle of Giju!

 

[Matreya]

(I'm taking the liking of my previous to mean to continue on to a seperate segment lol. Heading to East, [member="Chloe Blake"] if you want to interact.)

What felt like minutes passed with Damien immersed in the ebb and flow of the Force, but in reality it took nearly a solid hour to heal his reserves, body, and ego alike. Slowly pushing himself upward, Damien stretched his stiff joints realizing how lucky it was now that was the worst he felt.

Deciding the place was done for, Damien skirted back in the general direction memory told him he came from originally. Occasionally there were blocks in the forms of cross sections, when those came the answer was simple: hacking away at them with his saber until he found another place to continue back.

He did not feel the whole 'horde of Zombies' thing anymore. How some Sith could manage to put up with them let alone create them, was simply beyond him.

Soon enough a large hole could be seen, well part anyways as the rest cut off past the level he stood on, which released light inside he tunnel. It was obviously the edge of the hull, or near enough.

Hurling a ball of concentrated kinetic energies, he watched it bash through what was left of the rusted material. It was indeed the hull, for he could see low light, possibly signifying night.

Ignoring this fact, Damien simply moved towards his ship, climbed aboard then made way for the skies as quickly as he could achieve. He hoped there could be something else to find nearby, something less dangerous.

Veering far to the East he set off, and was surprised to see in the distance yet another large chunk of a undoubtably ancient Death Star.

He wondered what he would find there...

 

[Azula Tindara]

Jaani managed to use his long legs to run down the corridor backwards, keeping his pistol raised in the direction of the creature behind them. With his spare hand he cracked another glowball and wedged it in a crevice in the ground (or wall, as it was intended). They kept falling back, they kept checking every door they passed – on the floor – but all had long drops. They couldn’t risk trying to tie a rope with more of the creatures bearing down on them.

Suddenly they appeared over the glowball he had left behind. Silhouetted in the small sphere of light he’d left in the distance. There was not one, but four.

“Fifty metres!” he said, cracking and dropping another glowball as the Tuk'ata disappeared into the shadows once more.

They passed three more doors. Each one contained a room that stretched thirty metres beneath them with no signs of handrails or methods of descending safely. Jaani cracked and left another glowball.

“Thirty metres!” he shouted, seeing the creatures appear again above the light source.

They came to a door that opened into the corridor. Jaani looked down, just a small drop and several more paths branching away. Jaani tested its mechanism and it still moved on its hinges. They could drop down through this door and close it behind them. He shot [member="Mrrew"] a questioning glance, keeping his pistol trained. They had just moments before the Tuk’ata were upon them.

 

[Matreya]

EAST SETMENT

As Damien moved his ship about for a place to land, he was stupefied for all of 6 seconds: THE PLANTS WERE MOVING. Odd spore bursts could be seen, as well as literal noticeable movement. In fashions that went against the wind, so couldnt simply be shrugged off.

He would need to be careful.

"Voice, the tanks should be running on a hundred, so whenever you see a hazardous moment, switch to our reserves on Oxygen." Damien murmured as he rose from the ships controls, "Better to be safe than sorry."

"I have said that very thing to you for years now sir, yet it took you this long to-"

"Woman's voice. Almost forgot." Damien cut off the Droid mind with an amused chuckle. He would never alter the bot, as he programmed him to be spunky and as close to human as he could achieve. Damien actually considered his ever pessimistic companion a friend.

"Why, I never!" The bot replied in a mock womans voice, something that caught Damien off guard.

Which was bad, as nearly that very second, a large portion of a Spore burst attached to his chest plates, beginning an odd pungent smell - one he could understand as severe rusting. The plant was eating his suit. Glancing down, Damien set it on fire with a glance of his eyes, loving the Force every time he used it.

Then he heard 2 more soft pops, "Oxygen!" He yelled as he took off running. Charging through multiple sets of spore clouds, Damien almost yelled; he had just cleaned his suit!

Now he would need to repair, THEN clean his suit again!!

Leaping at a viewport that had long ago broken open, he landed inside, and once against set fire to the exterior of his suit. He couldn't have the fungus continuing to eat now could he?

It was then he paused to glance about, taking in his surroundings. One word came to mind.

Jungle.