Old Man Sun's Looking Down on Us. (Open to Brat Pack)

[Daria Cavill]

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It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this at all.

She'd done the right thing. She'd chartered her way on a mass transport, like normal people did. She'd paid for it an everything! And yet, despite doing all the right things, she was going to wind up dying for it. The ship she'd charted a room for - a big long train-like thing by the name of Dowager Empress, set to take her across Space to somewhere new. Somewhere better than Coruscant - anywhere but Serranno. Someplace green and reasonable, where-

Another heavy blast rocked the ship, almost nearly drowned out by the sounds of screaming klaxxons and, more disressingly, screaming passengers. The passage outside her room had already been depressurised in the initial strike by some attacker: Daria had no idea who they were, blathering about revenge and the like over comms, before lighting up the Dowager Empress like a Life Day tree. The walkway along the port side had been the first thing to go, followed by the gravity. By the sounds of it, the life support would be next. Why they weren't targeting the engines was anyone's guess - maybe they just wanted to draw out the terror instead of ending the ordeal quickly and mercifully.

Or maybe....

Daria pushed off her door and across the room, pressing her face to the glass. Below, above, and before lay a planet. Sickly and yellow like an old bruise, sparse clouds, thin atmosphere. The attackers didn't want to blow them up, because gravity was going to do the job for them. Bastards. She'd only have a couple of moments to react, no chance of getting to the escape pods - she'd be pulled out into space and die instantly. No. Had to be quick, had to be now. Daria threw open her bag and began ripping clothes out as quickly as she could, pulling on layer after layer, then strapped herself in just as the flames of atmospheric entry began licking at her portholes. She had her tiny cabin to herself, which was good - nobody around to watch her scream as the Dowager Empress ripped through the atmosphere like a comet. The ship lurched, groaned, creaked and, at some point broke - then the G-forces knocked Daria unconcious, thankfully, so she wasn't there as the Captain managed to bring the ship down to a crash-landing belly-first, at the cost of her own life.



Everything hurt. Everything. Hurt. Daria groaned and tried to sit up, realized she couldn't move, panicked, and then really woke up and took stock of herself. She was on her side. Okay. Manageable. She was also in a lot of pain, oh so much pain. FOCUS. Her eyes refused to focus. Okay. Covered in sand? She reflexively wet her lips, then spat in disgust at the thick, coarse granules that she came up with. Gross. Everything hurt. The teenager unbuckled herself, promptly fell two feet to her cabin door, then realized that A) her arm was broken and 2) everything smelled like smoke. Which led her to Thirdly) She'd better move her big arse if she didn't want to end up IV) dead, like she aught to be.

Coughing loudly, Daria pulled at the emergency control for her door, found it stuck, then fumbled through the dirtsand for her lightsaber pike. It buzzed to life cheerfully - a small mercy - and was fairly happy to slice the door open the old-fashioned way. A blast of dry wind hit Daria in the face, so she pulled her shirt up to cover her mouth, took a step outside... and then rolled gracelessly down a sand dune, landing in a tangled heap atop her already-broken arm.

Groaning, the teenager pulled herself upright and fumbled for her glasses - cracked down the one remaining lens - and squinted up at the remains of the Dowager Empress. The ship had been broken in half, and was still smoking. More worryingly, there wasn't anyone screaming. She was likely the only one alive, wasn't she? No. Nobody was that special. Even so, she didn't have any responsibility towards the priviliged sots who'd been in that thing - hell, the attack had likely been intended to kill one of them anyway. She knew what was good for her. She'd haul herself to the nearest thing to civallization on this planet, and look after herself. Like she always did. That was the ticket.

"Hello?!" Daria croaked as she trudged back up the dune, using her pike as a support. She shed layers as she went, wilting under the opressive heat. "PLEASE? Can anyone HEAR ME?!" She shrieked as loud as she could, hoping that someone - anyone - had survived the crash.

"Please, I don't want to be alone!"

 

[Hylocereus]

[member="Daria Cavill"]

Hylo might not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but he could tell the ship was crashing. Violently his body was being jolted to each side. It wasn’t the best position for him to be in by far, and made it much harder to concentrate. There was time in crashes, contrary to popular belief, especially a spaceship crash where orbit to ground could take a long time. Long enough for a panicked youth to rummage through his pockets and pull out seeds. The seeds sprouted and grew in size as branches and vines wrapped around people tying them tightly in place, but loose enough to allow them to escape after. Padding was created in the form of leafy spots. It had to be enough, that was Hylo’s final thought as darkness overtook him and the ship crashed.

How much time had gone by? He couldn’t really say. All he know is his little trick didn’t help enough people. As he looked around he noticed only a small handful of the ships large compliment was in any way protected. There was people injured and bodies littered around them. Hylo himself felt faint the meager show of power plus the crash draining him. A frown formed upon his face as he crawled out of the harness and vines and branches he’d used to cushion the fall.

There was a purpose, a mission, to his step. He needed to get outside. As he walked down what used to be neat and orderly hallways of the vessel. As he moved down he helped people where he could applying leafy bandages for not but a tanks. This only further exhausted him as he approached the… middle of the ship that was broken open.

Hylo smiled and plopped over the side onto the ground. Sweet soil, and superb sun! Without any hesitation Hylo pulled off his shirt and rolled away…. only it wasn’t sweet soil, but lifeless poison sand. “Uhg,” he exclaimed standing up. “At least glorious photosynthesis is here!”

 

[Ibaris Varanin]

She could've just gone to Korriban, but no, that would have been familiar and she wouldn't have learned much more from a place she had been setting foot on since the age of five. The compass Papa had given her on their first venture together out onto the cold, dry landscape of that world still numbered amongst her modest belongings, and could be of use here. Sure, there were hssiss on Korriban, but that wasn't where they came from and it was always, always, always better to try and visit places that qualified as the origin of species. That being said, she could do without the heat, by far preferring to endure the cold, 'I can see why no-one lives here. I can feel it, Liam, the moisture being evaporated right out of me', but sacrifices had to be made.

A few more determined steps got her to the top of the next dune where she peered from behind the protection of goggles at the land between her stand and the horizon. Goggles were pushed up into her hairline, meeting the cloth swaddled about her head and shoulders that stood as the only thing between her and a burnt scalp, and followed by some fishing into a pocket of trousers that hung off of still-narrow hips for the hard, ever-so-faintly cool form of the compass. A thumb still mostly uncalloused wiped over the glasteel, and her brow knit in a tell of her focus on the compass. This went on for a few more moments before her hazel eyes lifted again to the sand-ridden landscape, wherein anything that was large enough and obviously not sand would stick out, and she pocketed the compass, looking over her shoulder at the boy who had traipsed through the sand after her and the barkspawn that still watched him with more distrust and criticism than could be thought possible for the face of a canine, 'He looks like he's considering taking a pound of flesh out of your back end, Liam' which was nothing new, and still made her lips waver between smirking and not smirking because... well, she wasn't quite sure why, anymore.

Adas wasn't prone to trusting new people that easily. She still wasn't sure if it was the barkspawn or the larger creatures that had chased her last indentured slave companion off, leaving her to stew about bored with no-one to fly her anywhere, and leaving her thinking that Adas had started peeing on things again after so many years without doing so.

'Come on, I think I have an idea of where we might find ourselves some of that nasty native fauna,' and she started stepping off the head of the dune, expecting that the boy and the barkspawn would follow. At least one of them, to his credit, was unfailingly loyal.

[member="Liam Quez "]| [member="Hylocereus"] | [member="Daria Cavill"]​

 

[Micah Talith]

Twitch.

Awareness came in degrees. The pain, on the other hand, came in spades. Micah would slowly open his eyes, consciousness surfacing with the narrow slit of parting twin suns. It was dark; no, the spark and hiss of expose wires would flicker in tandem with the rather nauseating on and off blink of the lights.

A groan would slip from his mouth, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He feel a bit heavy. Woozy. His shoulders ached and his head was absolutely pounding. His chest hurt pretty bad, the emergency bindings having bruised his ribs -- maybe even broken one or two. It sure felt that way.

Why is my head pounding?

His vision would slowly start to clear, everything was a blurry mess. It didn't help matters that the floor was flickering lights -- wait.

Micah would turn his head, finally registering why he felt that increasing pressure there. He was hanging upside down, latched onto his seat and held there by the security belt.

Dazed and woozy, he pondered if this was just another crazy dream. He'd been having those lately. Flashes of images. Some he didn't like. Not at all. They were kinda like when he would touch an object and get pictures and emotions from them. His dad said it was a rare gift from their Kiffar legacy. He just happened to be the only one of the kids to get it.

Another groan, then a shake of his head. Warm liquid would drip from his mouth and along his nose.

Wait... definitely not a ---

 

[Aela Talith]

Aela lay unconscious.

She had been with Micah. She had been with the others. She lay there in blackness.

Nothing went through her mind. No thoughts, no ideas, nothing. There was simply blackness, darkness that permeated throughout her mind. Her body was limp, half scattered over the broken edge of a chair. Blood dripped from her nose, her ears, and down her throat.

Her hair was stained a deep red, her dress slightly torn.

The messenger bag that she carried was thrown besides her, its contents half scattered and half contained. She moved slightly, the blood spilling from her mouth in an unconscious reaction as her body tried to keep her from throwing up. Blood dripped into the sands below, a low groan escaping her lips as a breath of wind shot through the wreck.

It had not been a pleasant day.

 

[Micah Talith]

"Esmae."

It was but a whisper, but a ragged one at that. Funny how things go when push comes to shove. If Micah needed a jump start into reality, the image of his eldest sister bleeding and laying unconscious on the floor was definitely one.

Adrenaline shot like nitrous through his veins, cold as ice as just as unforgiving. He began to struggle in his bindings, bloody fingers slipping and sliding over the chest clip. A few choice curses fell from his lips, unable to glance away from the broken form of Aela as he'd struggle for a few more precious seconds.

His body went crashing onto the floor a second later, crimson tipped fingers finally able to get a sure grip. Pain barely registered as he landed on his side, barely avoiding the exposed wires hanging from the ceiling.

"Esmae!" came the horrified and worried call of her name, ripping from his throat in a hoarse whisper. He'd scramble to his feet, half crawling half dragging himself as he went over to her. Fear rose like the maws of a large snake, bearing its fangs and striking to inject that foul poison.

He came sliding in beside her, unmindful of his own injuries as he took stock of her situation. "Esmae!" he'd call out to her, having reverted to her family name as his hands would cup her cheeks, right thumb brushing a scarlet petal of blood over her cheek. The lorrdian in him caught the subtle twitches, the small tell tale signs. He quickly would roll her to her side, turning her head as his fingers would slip in to prop open her mouth, letting the blood and whatever else spew forth.

"Cough damnit!" he'd curse at her, but it wasn't in anger or in total disregard as he was wont to do the past few years. Gone was the smart alek, the smug smile, the looks of contempt. No, this was his bare utter naked concern and fear over her well being. The thought of her not actually being there was dreadfully frightening. They might have their differences, and Aela may completely and utterly frustrate the heck out of him; but she was still his sister.

And he loved her.

 

[Daria Cavill]

Daria spotted what looked like a young person, rolling around in the sand and frolicking like a moron. Who the feth? Squinting revealed a scrawny boy, arms open wide as though to embrace the sky, talking to himself. Ho boy. Likely heavily concussed or maybe mad with grief. She felt momentarily bad for him.

Pity later. The next hour was CRUCIAL.

"Hey! You!" Daria cried out in a raspy voice, leaning heavily on her staff, cradling her broken arm. "We need to find more survivors - you look like you're unhurt." Healthy enough to frolick. Daria consisted barking orders, then realized that the young boy might not respond to them. Deep breath. Compassion. "...can you climb up into the ship and find more people? If you can get them to me, I know some basic first aid. Please."

 

[Aela Talith]

Blood and vomit spilled from her mouth, and her eyes snapped open as her body forcefully ejected the contents of her stomach. She coughed and coughed, blood and bile pooling beneath her face. Micah's hand steadying her as she threw up all of the blood that she had swallowed while laying there. Her hair dipped into the bloody mess.

She coughed, and kept coughing until her entire body felt empty.

Her vision turned into a haze, and her eyes close as she hung her head. She felt tired, exhausted, and her entire body seemed to ache with pains. Her eyes shut tight, and she felt the hand upon her, gently caressing. A voice broke through the ringing in her ears. “Draith?”

There was a desperation to her tone, a tiredness.

She turned her head and tried to look at her brother, only to find a sharp pain stabbing into her neck. A flinch tore through her entire body as pain welled up within her.

 

[Hylocereus]

Of course survivors! How could he be so stupid. While he was busy with photosynthesis recharging his batteries he had forgotten his duty. Well okay it wasn’t like he was a Jedi, it wasn’t really his duty, but still it was the right thing to do. His mother wouldn’t have helped these people, she’d left them to rot. Even his sister might have left behind a few if her life depended on it. “Shouldn’t you keep a lookout for whatever downed us?” he asked not knowing the girl was effectively blind. He wasn’t one to give orders, not really. Instead he sighed and motioned for her to follow him. It would be a climb to get back up onto the ship.

With a frown he turned back to the broken vessel and threw a seed into the ground. A tree started to grow in the spot where he dropped the seed. As the branches started to get thick Hylo grabbed onto one of the limbs, it barely accepting his weight and was hoisted up to the ship where the passengers were. “Does anyone need help?” he asked looking back down at the girl. and concentrated creating unnatural growths in the tree making rungs like on a ladder or stairs for her to follow.

Using the force like this was… tiring. He wasn’t the greatest at conserving energy. He looked about the cabin, “Micah,” he yelled, voice cracking, upon seeing his friend. Hylo jumped from the last branch of the tree onto the vessel and made his way over to his fellow youths. “Are you okay?” he asked. The answer was obvious but he was too shocked to ask say anything else. He reached into one of his pouches and proffered a few leaves, “From the Senoti tree of Endor,” he explained, “excellent healing properties,” and then he dug out a seed and let it grow slowly. A strange bit of seaweed grew and hylo started to mush it up in his hands, “It's a seaweed, fermented and drank it has healing properties and causes euphoric delirium, a drug called slick. But in a pinch it makes a nice bandage. You just need to break it up a little and let the healing juices flow...” Micah didn’t need to know this, but his nervousness kept him talking, “She’s your sister,” he said handing over the strips of seaweed.

[member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Daria Cavill"] | [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"]

 

[Liam Quez]

Her voice was kind of like nails on a chalkboard sometimes. Mostly when she was complaining, when she was actually having a logical conversation I could totally take her tone. For now though, she was whining on how hot it was. Really what did she expect? Everything she said just justified my nickname for her. The dog on the other hand, or whatever it was made me wary of being near her. A smart lad would have scampered off at the first sight of the thing, but for me I’m not a smart lad and I do enjoy getting under her skin.

Though I haven’t entirely figured that part out. In due time I guess.

My hand makes is way into a small pack I had gathered before we left the ship the Princess’ parents had left her, I had to put my own crap together to even learn to fly - yet this entitled girl was given a ship to have adventures with. Lucky for me though, I get to fly it and hear her groan about it. The pack had a small water canteen in it, pulling it out I unscrewed the cap and took a quick sip of the water that was inside of it. I’m not sharing and I hope she knows this.The water canteen found its way back into my pack and I looked back at the dog as I came up to the top where she was standing. “Yeah, its hot. Its why I told you to cover up and at least pack some water. The perewhatsit ship isn’t too far if you’ve forgotten some.”

Nope. I still don’t like the dog.

“Fauna? Nasty? Oh jeez Princess why can’t you be like typical girls and just like flowers that smell nice.” The hand that had been cooled down by holding the canteen rubbed the back of my neck. I was getting one of those feelings in my stomach again - the feeling that meant I was either going to be eaten alive for her enjoyment or I was going to have to try and figure out how to get her from not killing herself. I know who her ‘Papa’ is and boy I don’t want to be on the receiving end of that woman’s light stick. “I have a bad feeling about this…”, sighing softly, I knew there was no getting out of this. “Well lead the way Princess since you’re the one with the compass.” Sniffing the air, I could smell that dog’s stench. Grabbing my pack I smelled the remnants of the creature's revenge territory marking.
“We should get him some diapers by the way. He’s marking again for NO reason.”

Spoiler

[member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] @Hylocereus @Daria Cavill [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Ibaris Varanin]

A glance was shot back at Liam and Adas at the comment on the barkspawn's territory marking, but was given no other response for as far as she was concerned - that matter was between him and the dog. 'What do you mean? I am covered,' she began, slipping the electrogoggles back over her eyes and tugging here and there at covering about her head, shoulders and neck, 'the hydration tube from my pack reservoir is tucked into the neck of that covering, and if you were observant, farm boy, you'd know just about all I drink is water,' and that was that. She trudged down the dune, drawing water from the aforementioned tube while continuing to scan the horizon. Sand, sand, sand for as far as the eye could...

...she paused in her tracks, peering with a measure more focus at the edge of one dune in particular. Tapping, she zoomed in, 'See that?' she asked with some distraction. The heat made the air look as if it were sizzling, interfering with the look of what she was fairly certain was smoke. She really didn't want to imagine fire in this climate, 'Looks like smoke,' and she lifted one finger, singling it out as it billowed faintly over the left edge of the dune second to the right. She pursed her lips, a thought coming to her that she couldn't quite grab onto.

Ibaris turned and looked at Liam, the conflict of 'doing good' and 'reaching the goal' played out in the crease of her brow, 'I can't ignore it,' and she frowned slightly, but only slightly, 'You know what I'm here for, and what I'm here for is attracted to things like what might be making smoke,' which turned that frown a little bit upside-down, 'and that could be any number of people subject to the nature of the hssiss.'

If Liam was worried about Papa's 'lightstick', she was concerned about disappointing both of her parents. She wasn't raised to be amoral, no matter how crazy the boy from Dantooine might think she is, 'It's the right thing to do,' protecting others was deeply woven into the fabric of her being, despite it all, so she turned away from him and took off at a faster pace.

[member="Liam Quez "]| [member="Hylocereus"] | [member="Daria Cavill"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"]​

 

[Kaili Talith]

Her head was spinning, her face paining and her head aching. A coughing made it all the more apparent that it wasn’t just her head that had taken the beating, it was her entire body. Kaili tried to sit up but the headache only got worse. Her hand went up to cover her eyes as the dizziness intensified. She had to get up. She couldn’t lie down, it wasn’t safe.

With a weak push off of the ground she staggered her way out of wherever she was. Her memory seemed to fail her. How did he even get here? Were there any others around? She would have shaken her head but the idea seemed less than bright, just like her outlook on this entire situation. Everything was chaos. Tiny embers seemed to be scattered around her as everything spoke of... A crash?

She tried to remember but it was all a haze.

Up ahead was an opening. The wind kissed her cheek with a burn unlike any other as the gash on her left cheek continued to pour her internal crimson liquids. With her body practically moving on it’s own accord she saw the sun, she saw the sky and she saw the sand. There were others there! They could help her!

She tried to raise her hand, her mouth opened in a weak whimper. “Hello.”

THUD!

The little girl was out cold again.

[member="Liam Quez "][member="Hylocereus"] [member="Daria Cavill"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"]​

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

It looks like the Dowager Empress was, inexplicably, the transport vessel of choice for every single underage Force user of the galaxy. How unfortunate.

Laura awoke to a splitting headache and a dry mouth, her shirt caked in dry blood. It felt like someone had driven an axe into her skull, and for the first thirty seconds of consciousness, the pain drove her to distraction. She was unable to do anything except curl into a ball and sob like some stupid baby. After all, it had been a rude shock, and pain wasn't exactly something that Laura was used to yet. Dad had shielded her from that ... the gorram softie. She wasn't going to lose her edge ... she'd never have one to begin with! Eventually, the young Na'Varro grew accustomed to the pain. That didn't mean it didn't hurt; it killed! But she could function. I need to see an acupuncturist. That was her first thought. Where the hell am I? That was the second.

Grey durasteel walls. Grey tiled floor. Indescript cargo boxes everywhere. A gorram humongous opening in the wall the size of four landspeeders, and a bunch of sand dunes beyond it. Wind was blowing orange sand and dust everywhere. Hmm ... good thing she had goggles in her coat. Putting them over her eyes, she analysed the facts and came up with a likely scenario. Transport ship crashed, her on it, a wound in her side ... instant question mark there. She didn't feel anything. So she checked herself. Nope, no wound. But blood? Someone else's. Gross. She couldn't remember a damn thing. Step two was to check her inventory. One by backpack, filled with:

• 1 x adventure holomag
• 1 x multitool
• 1 x hoodie, rainbow coloured
• Choc crunch balls, 1 x packet
• 1 x water bottle, 2 litres

On her person she had her lightsaber, the goggles, and her Dad's holocron. Which at the moment, mainly contained his memoirs and lightsabre dueling tutorials. Not exactly helpful. So, relatively unhurt and armed with a weird assortment of items, she headed outside. The sun was blinding, and the sky a bright blue. It would be beautiful if it wasn't so deadly. She pressed on, moving around the ship. That was when she came upon [member="Kaili Talith"], head down and bum up in the sand. Laura felt a rush of concern for the younger girl, rushing to her side. Rolling her over, she tried to shake her awake, and then pressed the water bottle to her lips.

"Drink, Kaili," she said. "It'll make you feel better." Just don't drink all of it ...

Judging that the girl was still likely to hurt and dehydrated to move just yet, Laura picked her up in a fireman's carry (with or without her consent), and trudged over towards [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Aela Talith"] and [member="Daria Cavill"]. Headache was still at the "axe splitting stage." She hoped to the gods, old and new, that someone had some paracetemol.

[member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] | [member="Liam"] Quez

 

[Kaili Talith]

The world was far too bright for human eyes. Far too freaking bright and her head still spun like crazy. Someone was offering water and with a grunt she would happily take a small sip. Why was it so warm? Where were they? Things cleared up, the brightness subsiding she looked at the others and the questions just multiplied. However one of them just really stood out.

Who the heck were all these people?

There was this brown haired girl, a boy helping... Someone else who seemed older, another boy who made... Seaweed? Things were getting wacky here. Real wacky. She had to play it cool, did she know them? Felt like it, the others called her... Kaylee? Kaili? Something like that. She had to play along. She was Kaili and these were her friends. Probably.

She sat up. Ugh, sand was everywhere.

“Thanks.” A very clueless look spread across her face. No really, who was this other girl? “I will have to be more careful next time.”

Just, play it cool. She had to play it cool until she knew what the hell was going on.

She pointed at Aela. “Who-...” No, that’s not to play it cool. She pointed at Micah instead. “What is that boy doing? Is she hurt?”

[member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Liam Quez "]​

[member="Hylocereus"] [member="Daria Cavill"]​

[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"]​

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Daria Cavill"] [member="Kaili Talith"][member="Laura Na'Varro"][member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] [member="Liam Quez"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"]

Memory could be a prison, Dad had told her once over pancakes, and she'd gotten the feeling he was talking more to himself than anything. It had been right after that one comm call -- the private one that had made him furious and guilty and sadder than he'd ever been. Over breakfast, still radiating sadness, he'd talked with her about things you couldn't forget. She'd never really wised up until right now, paralyzed in a crumpled escape pod, with sunlight leaking through a cracked viewport. They'd picked transparisteel over glasteel, she noted absently; the stress patterns were a dead giveaway.

She'd felt everything. All the fear, all the death, all the frustrated furious terror from the starliner's bridge. She'd been there hammering on the door, begging for the controls, she could help, she could fix this-

Then someone in a valet's uniform had tackled her through the pod hatch and sealed it after her. She'd felt that someone die without ever seeing his face.

A fall from orbit to a world took a long time -- she'd cried herself dry. Now she just lay here in the broken pod, still lodged in the side of the cruise liner, and thought about not being strong enough.

 

[Baz Bralor]

A lone figure sat on the slope of a dune a fair ways from the ship itself. The lone person wore an old leather jacket and a pair of trousers that had seen better days. One pantleg was simply dirty and grimy, the other was torn and stained with a dark fluid. A dingy-white bandage was wrapped around his lower leg, bits of what looked like metal or plastic poking out the top and bottom of the wrappings.

He'd gotten the bleeding to stop, but the bones were definitely broken. The good news was it only seemed to be the tibia. The bad news was that he was stuck in a desert with a broken leg.

The worse news was his bike was somewhere in the wreck.

With nothing better to do, he sat and puffed on a tabac stick, the cloud of bluish-white smoke hanging about his head before the slight breeze tugged it away. He could see other survivors among the wreckage, but kept quiet for now. They had to get themselves together first. Once that was done, they'd find him.

In the meantime he'd have his cigarette and sit as comfortably as he could with his back to the piece of metal behind him. They'd be over here in time.

Who knew? Maybe they saw his bike.

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"]

 

[Micah Talith]

"Thanks," Micah said, a measure of relief in his expression at seeing Hylo, nodding as an answer to the question. However, his attention swiftly went back to his sister. The place now smelled of vomit, blood, and well, nothing good.

Good thing he wasn't a sympathy puker.

His heart was still pounding in his ears, but his entire focus was on Aela. She was hurt, the way she suddenly froze and gave that cry out meant there was more than your typical surface would.

Granted, he wasn't a medic.

He took the seeweed from Hylo - by now he was not at all perturbed by the guy growing things out of the randomest places; it dealt with his genetics as much as Micah thought the orange eyes did - and began to roll and squish the herb between his hands. Sticky zap would start to trickle out, beading around his fingers and palms.

He was still worried sick. A bit of that nausea came in. Wait, he wasn't a sympathy puker.. right? Right?! Another thought came to him.

Oh heck where is Kai?!

"Can you feel your toes?" he'd ask Aela, needing her to talk to him. Even if it wasn't verbally, he could still read her just the same. Just off in the distance he thought he heard Kai's voice.


[member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"]

 

[Aela Talith]

“What?” She said, her eyes glazing over for a second. Her gaze shifted, slower this time but swiveling towards where she heard Draith's voice coming from. Frowning, She looked around, her blood dipped hair coming into view.

Confusion ran through her, a puzzle look crossing her face.

Is...is that my blood? She eyed her own red tinted hair, congealing slowly with a light coating of sand. What happened? Where was she. Her eyes slowly swept towards the half strewn contents of her bag. She saw her lightsaber, a few small pieces of paper, books, a small statuette...suddenly her body froze, her gaze locked on the statue. Nohei!

Her body stiffened, and suddenly she shot up.

Pain arched through her back, her neck, and her left arm, but she stiffened nonetheless. Her body swung to face Micah, her right arm lashing out and grasping his shoulder. “Micah where is Kai?”

Her voice was panicked and strained, adrenaline bursting through pain and pushing it to the side. There was no time for herself, no time for anyone else but her siblings. Her eyes opened wider as she saw the state Micah was in. A new kind of panic set into her, and quickly she looked her brother up and down.

Aela's hand began to check him for injuries, patting him gently and seeking for broken bones, cuts, bruises.

“Are you okay?” She tried to speak a thousand words at once. “Whereareyouhurt? Didthecrashhityouhard? Howsyourhead?”

A thousand question and no space in between any of them.

Pain arched through her with every move she made.

 

[Daria Cavill]

@Hylocereus @Kaili Talith [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Baz Bralor"]


Keep watch for trouble? Daria wasn't sure what Hylo expected her to do if the pirate attackers decided to follow up on driving a transport into the surface of a desert planet - wave her saber at them and hope they were intimidated enough to not use the quadguns they'd systematically wrecked the ship with? Sure, that'd work. Still, he bounced off to find more people before Daria could give him the scathing reply he deserved. At least he was task-focused, right?

She should be, too.

More people were waking up. Daria saw a girl helping another girl from the cargo bay, a boy sitting by himself and having a cigarette with what looked like... bone? Or metal, coming out of his leg - he wasn't going to be much use. A couple of other teens were conversing in a panic, aside from the boy who looked like he'd taken a hit a bit too hard to the head. How was it that everyone to apparently survive the crash was younger than she was? Well. Daria knew she'd have to take charge. And maybe they'd lucked out and there were some actually capable people just still trapped in the wreck, still. Or unconcious. It was said that kids new how to fall well, right? Her age must have meant she knew how to fall everywhere but her left arm.

She might not be able to climb up into the wreckage of the ship, but Daria could try and find people inside. "Don't spend too long chatting!" She called up after Hylo, loudly. "We need to find as many people as possible!"

Lead by example. Daria trudged through the sand towards the fore-mounted escape pods, hoping to find some crew survivors who'd know the protocol. How to get a distress signal out, too. One of the doors had been sealed shut by impact - so she had to apply a bit of creative lightsaber to get it open. And then pry at it with the hilt of her pike like her beautiful weapon was some common crobar. Once it was open, it revealed... another little girl. There must have been a school trip on this transport or something. Daria poked her head into the Escape pod, having to duck thanks to the way the ship had smashed into the sand and left the port-side nearly skyward. "Hey kid, can you move?"

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

She lay there and listened as [member="Daria Cavill"] sabered and pried at the door. A beam of sunlight and a wave of dry desert air poured inside.

"Can you move?" Probably. Did she want to? Not especially. Should she? ...yeah. The pod's inertial dampeners had failed spectacularly mid-crash, and psychic trauma aside, Mara had bruises all over the place. She'd delved them like Aleidis taught her, enough to verify that nothing was broken. Incongruously, she yawned, then curled up and clambered upright. The pod's architecture was all askew, and angled relative to local grav. She had to get her fingers over the edge of a twisted seat above her, then pull herself up to the older girl's level. She couldn't grab the sabre-cut edges of the hull; avoiding them, she scrambled out onto the escape pod's hot armor.

"Thanks for that," she said, still feeling dissociated from her body. Her voice might as well have been coming from a mile away.