Weekend Treasure Hunt 25: Terrible Hothpitality

[Jorus Merrill]

All you need to know about Hoth is that it's a horrific place to crash-land.

Especially if you happen to be a Jedi training ship. See, Hoth may be close to the Galactic Alliance, but it's also somewhat closer to major centers of First Order strength. When you're the finest Jedi navigator in history, a crash landing is especially embarrassing. Mechanical faults happen, so does Dark Side interference, and human error is still a factor even when the Force is your ally.

Jorus consoled himself with the possibility that the Force might have led him to crash here, in a starship graveyard dating back nearly five thousand years. Perhaps, despite millennia of salvaging, something was supposed to be found.

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LOCATION A: CRASHED JEDI TRAINING SHIP​

An old, decommissioned Baas-class training vessel, it will probably never fly again. It contains one injured, unconscious Jedi Master (you're looking at him) and several frantic Padawans trying to survive the cold while repairing the comms and other systems. It also contains a decent little library of training materials.​

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LOCATION B: THE VEHEMENT SWORD​

Once upon a time, this broken ship was armed with prototype superweapons. They were all destroyed and removed millennia ago, but that hasn't stopped unscrupulous folks from trying to dig them out -- and dying in the process. A Sith work camp, half-buried in snow, contains numerous lightsabres and comprehensive star charts of the Stygian Caldera -- including some back routes that the current owners don't know about.​

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Pass the camp, follow a Sith Lord's increasingly confined route into the wreck of the ship's bow, and find his lightsabre, along with a yet-to-be-determined holocron (only slightly chewed by wampas).​

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Oh, and there are wampas.​

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LOCATION C: THE AMBRIA'S FURY​

This was a powerful warship once, and later repurposed into a scavenger camp. Feral human salvagers still live here, and you -- all of you -- represent their best way off the planet. They'll steal your ships if possible. Their well-defended burrow, deep in what was one Main Engineering holds all kinds of interesting knickknacks, including the schematics of the Star of Coruscant itself. One might also find a basket of 'shinies' - a long-lost cache of priceless Roonstones.​

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OOC rules: Wheaton's Law. Don't grab things in one post. This thread is wide open and could go in any direction. I'm not going to post in this unless absolutely necessary. Please tag your location.​

 

[Yag'dril]

The metal band on her wrist was a very nice thing to have as she was moving through the snow. Environmental effects like the snow were a little annoying to move in when she let the droid bring the ship down towards the planet. The tapas effects a welcomed feeling until she was moving out of the ramp down into it looking around the starship graveyard. She might not know what was happening but she was up for anything feeling with the force outwards into one of the ships that seemed to have crashed. Or at least recently from the lack of snow and ice around it. The white scaled padawan slithered across the snow quickly blending into the environment when she stopped ad coiled up her body near some wreckage.

Headed for Location B

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles sat on the bridge the frigate he had brought a ship of his that had been passing through had detected a distress beacon drawing the young man here. Standing he gestured calmly towards the planet below him shaking his head once. "We have no clue what is down there yet I will go along take the ship to the moon and land on it until I contact you." Aedan made his way to the hangar climbing into a shuttle he took off slowly and headed down into the planets atmosphere the force guiding him through a blizzard as he attempted to land outside of what appeared to be a massive snow plain filled with ships of various sizes. Nodding he detected that the newest addition was the one with the distress beacon and it was near the center sighing Aedan landed and climbed out of his shuttle locking it behind him. Pulling his warm cloak around himself the young man started to trudge forward using the force to stay atop the snow as he moved.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Headed to Location A

 

[Rusty]

Koko was not especially thrilled to be here. The Shard woman didn't like cold, she didn't like wild goose chases, and she certainly didn't like it when the Boss got notions of heroism. Heroics never paid. Sure, she could grudgingly admit that maybe it was worth the PR every now and again, but she would also point out that the PR that resulted from responding to a distress signal in some backwater system rarely involved her personally.

Hoth. Why did she know that name?

She crossed her long, slender arms, brow furrowed in concentration.

By all appearances, Koko was a humanoid, possibly an Echani. At 163 centimeters tall, with shockingly pale skin and snow-white hair, she certainly looked the part, though an actual Echani would never accuse her of being kin. The eyes were all wrong, almond shaped and canted oddly. Her jawline narrowed to a pointed chin, with a wide, expressive mouth framed by full, pale lips above it. Her cheekbones were so high, microbes required tiny little oxygen masks to venture forth from the base to the top. By classical definitions, she should have been beautiful, but the end result was far too predatory for a life on the runway. Hers was the grace of a fox, clever and deadly.

By contrast, the Boss, also known as the arms dealer Rusty, was an ox. At two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest, all thickly laden with muscle, he was nearly twice Koko's mass. His long arms ripped with muscle and were crisscrossed with veins, and the slightest effort could put a professional bodybuilder to shame. His face was hewn from a sculptor's fantasy: square jaw, strong chin and piercing green eyes. He was as tanned as Koko was pale, though at least he came about it honestly. Whereas she moved with the quiet grace of a fox, he was as solid and unyielding as a mountain.

Of course, both of their bodies were carefully crafted for that exact purpose. They were HRDs, the chassis in which two silicon-based crystals resided. Koko had never seen the boss's true form, and she had never seen his. It wasn't that Shards considered that sort of thing private so much as the fact that, without their bodies, they couldn't see anything. Their only interaction with the world came from the interfaces built in. They didn't go without whenever they could help it, though the Boss was known to switch between HRD and a more conventional droid chassis, depending on the mission.

This mission was supposed to have been an arms delivery to the Outer Rim. Instead, they were chasing distress signals on a frozen hellhole of a planet.

Oh well. At least they'd have plenty of firepower. Maybe too much firepower.

"Boss, is that really necessary?" Koko asked as Rusty hefted Gertrude's battle box, the combined ammo can and power storage pack that fed her, over his shoulders.

"Trust me, Kid. This place ain't friendly to strangers," he replied, taking a moment to adjust the straps. "Like as not we won't need her, but I'll be damned if I get caught in a firefight without her again."

The Shard woman shrugged. She never understood why the Boss insisted on naming some of his creations. Gertrude, Olga, Bertha, all were awesome engines of destruction to be sure, but that was no excuse to anthropomorphize. He of all people should have known better. Instead of arguing the point for the millionth time, however, she slid a tactical vest over her jacket and began filling the magazine pouches. Her custom built EPC clipped to a carabiner on her right shoulder by an armorweave loop that attached to the buttstock. It might not kill a krayt dragon hiding behind a Star Destroyer from three kilometers away, but it would put a neat little hole through the eye of anyone that looked at them sideways.

For good measure, she loaded a magazine of Light Darts into the grenade launcher, and slipped a few more into pouches on her vest. The miniature lightsaber darts would usually be firepower enough to handle just about anything on their own. Gertrude would likely be too cumbersome in the thick snow, but the Boss didn't seem to care.

"You ready?" he asked as he finished loading his own pouches. There were enough thermal detonators on his vest to vaporize a small mountain range.

"As ready as I'll be," she said, checking her loadout one last time. The Shard woman didn't like fighting, but if the Boss said they needed to be ready for it, she knew better than to question him. His instincts on that, at least, were solid.

"Cool beans. I'm gonna try to get us as close to the beacon as possible. If it turns out to be a trap, you head back to the ship. I'll cover your egress with Gertrude. Once you're there, get on the quad cannon and try to cover me, and we'll GTFO. Sound good?"

Koko nodded absentmindedly. She was still trying to figure out how she knew the name Hoth...

 

[Micah tol Powl]

| Location A
| The Jorus Merrill School of Space Driving, Hoth Campus

Go on the training mission, they said.

It'll be fun, they said.

Well, what the feth was fun about a planet with no liquid water? Huh? HUH!?

What's that? You got nothing? That's what I thought.

The young Nautolan had put his survival circlet around the wrist of the unconscious master. Zak knew kark all about eng-a-man-eering things. He could barely assemble a lightsaber without it blowing up.

Twice.

Three times.

Okay, so it had been eight! He seriously didn't know how that last fire had started. Or if [member="Matsu Ike"]'s eyebrows would ever be the same... but still. He ought to have at least some plausible deniability by virtue of him not knowing what he was doing in the first place. I mean, who let a NINE YEAR OLD assemble a lightsaber in the first place!

Not cool, Jedi. Not cool.

...well, maybe it was a little cool.

Anyway, the little Nautolan did know a little something about Force Heal. It kinda came with the territory. When you were as much of an outdoor kid as Zak, bumps, bruises, scratches, lacerations... they were all just part of the job of being a kid! If he had a credit for every time he'd fallen out of a tree on Voss, he'd have enough money to go see a holo-vid by himself.

Feeding some of his energy into the survival circlet, the boy hoped that would help keep the master insulated against the bitter chill. As he did, the boy dropped into a lotus-position beside where the man lay, the young Nautolan prepared himself for the necessary meditations as he'd learned them from [member="Maya Carrick"]. Deep breath in...

And a muffled whine as the boy let some flatulence out.

...what? What part of nine years old were you not understanding?

With a contented sigh, and the echoes of a juvenile giggle, the boy was at last ready to begin.

[member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]​

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Ambria's Fury
Objective: C

Gray had heard about this wreck of a battle cruiser known as Ambria's Fury on Hoth through rumors from some people who had recently traveled through that system. It was an older wreck though, so it was likely picked clean and not nearly as intact as the rumors said it was though. He was willing to take a peek at it though and see if there was something of value still left to be found, so he had his droid Key fly him out to the north end of the glacial fissure region where it was supposedly located. It was reminding him of his days of his youth when he spent a lot of time helping his mother salvage wrecks. He had always enjoyed spending the time with her, even if it could be hard work. It was beginning to make him feel a mixture of nostalgic and melancholy. He was always reminded in these moments how fresh and impactful the death of his mother still was even after several years. He just needed to push the emotions down though until he was heading back home.

Gray had the ramp on his ship lowered as the droid flew his ship close to the wreckage. He stepped out onto it dressed in clothes designed to handle the frigid environment that was the entirety of the planet Hoth. He looked out into the wind and snow with his bryar pistol strapped to his left leg and his revolver strapped to his right. The hilt of his lightsaber Whisper hung next to his revolver and his sword Calm was strapped to his back with the hilt over his right shoulder. He saw nothing but white as far as the eye could see, until the metal of the wreck came into sight. It was surprisingly still intact, which was not a bad thing at all. He pressed the button on the com system and said, " Key keep the ship out of the storm as much as you can. I would rather we not land to get covered in snow and stuck on this awful planet. Course the same applies to while I am down there, so make sure you come pick me up when I call for you. Feel free to do whatever you like until my call. Alright I am heading down now you precious droid you." He let go of the button as he finished and listened to the beeping reply of his mechanical pilot.

Gray drew the force into himself and strengthened his entire body as he dropped off the edge of the ramp. He hit the snow below and took no damage from it because of the mixture of the thickness of the soft powder and his force reinforced form. He stood up and brushed off some of the snow. He looked around until he saw the towering metal that indicated the battle cruiser and began to push his way through the snow to it. Maybe he should have used a speeder instead of deciding to walk to the thing. Too late now though for intelligent ideas. Hopefully this wasn't an indication of how bad this trip was going to be. Hopefully he didn't have to deal with a wampa, because those dangerous creatures were not fun.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Yag'dril"] |

Location B

The search continued. Darth Ayra searched for many things. Firstly, the cure to the infestation that had taken and rotted her body from the outside in, on a similar excursion inside the Demon Moon's terrible forest. Secondly, the Sith sought more information- knowledge- on the Rule of Two that she now followed. In the past twenty or so years since begun to understand the revolutionary philosophy of Darth Bane, Ayra had tracked down the same holocron that the Sith'ari had formulated it. She also knew where the holocron of Darth Vectivus, who she had confirmed to be one of the Banites that had ruled as the Dark Lord of the Sith following Bane's death, was in the hands of a Mandalorian Warlord who served the Royal House of Organa on Alderaan. Thirdly, and finally, Darth Ayra wanted to continue discovering more about the ancient Sith, who she considered to be her true Masters in comparison to Darth Pandeima, the woman who had first set on her journey to becoming the Dark Lord of the Sith, but ultimately failed in her training and guidance. It was how the Orbalisks, who now infested her body, came to find themselves burrowing away at Ayra's flesh and dark side powers, as she had searched the tomb of Freedon Nadd, so that she could claim his holocron for herself, only to find that a Jedi Master had beaten her to the punch.

As Darth Ayra stood on the ridge of ice that overlooked the Vehement Sword, a speeder bike hovering just behind her, she contemplated her situation. Was the cure here on Hoth? Did this wreckage, said to hold knowledge on the ancient Sith, possibly hold the means to her salvation? If not, then what was buried here? Mist rose from the Dark Lord's frozen crimson red lips as she surveyed the area. The very old camp, long since abandoned, was still in a state of erection, despite the centuries that had passed since the Sith Empire had sent it's Imperials to excavate the Starship Graveyard. Darth Ayra saw no pirates, or any recent signs that someone had come to excavate the vessel. This made sense to the Sith Lord. She assumed that little to nobody in the recent era had done as much as she had to glimpse past the Four-Hundred Year Darkness, and following the devastating effects of the Gulag Plague and the Netherworld Event, there was little people ready or able to make such an excavation. Why attempt to salvage some frozen wreck on Hoth, when people like Arceneau Trade Company could provide a ship with better technology and service?

Turning away from the ridge, Darth Ayra made her way to her speeder and placed her binoculars back onto the side of the vehicle. Lifting her aching leg over the vehicles seat, so that she could climb on board, Darth Ayra buried her face into her frozen arms in an attempt to deal with a particular bad tremor that shook her body. The cold was helpful in this moment, having numbed the Dark Lord's pain receptors and most of her bodily functions. She had learned in the intervening year since the ambush on Dxun that the Orbalisks had the ability to regenerate and heal it's host should it become damaged in someway. As frostbite settled into Darth Ayra, the Orbalisks did their way to deal with it, creating a battle between the unnatural parasites and the natural freeze made by Hoth's climate. She made no attempt to push away the cold, finding that the frostbite and other side effects of being on Hoth distracted the Orbalisks from their feast. Rising into a sit up position, Darth Ayra activated the speeders engines and took off down the slope that led down to the Vehement Sword's crash site.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Deep space heading for (Location A)
[member="Jorus Merrill"] - AKA help the boss

Well, this was a new one, Jorus crashing? Not often a Master Jedi navigator ends up face down on Hoth but the abbreviated distress signal and orders he had just received from command left little room for interpretation. Some how Jorus was on Hoth and in trouble...

Kark even with the .357 Calrissian Hyperdrive the Hoth system was still well over a few days travel and with most of the underground assets tied up in the outback the "Starr" was one of the best and closest vessels in the area to render aid. Had he not been on a fuel run for his ships "special" needs he would have probably been back there also. But as fate would have it he was in the right place this time to render aid.

"Alexia, drop us out of hyper space and have Sady re-calculate a jump to the Hoth system. We have a new mission, for an old friend."

 

[Mia Monroe]

Hoth was Anaya's latest challenge for her daughter, a test to see how resourceful she was, to see how much she had really learnt. Calina herself was not best pleased, not so much because of the challenege itself, more because of the way it had been thrust upon her. After all, who knocks their own daughter out, shoves some thermal clothes on her, bundles her in a drop ship and leaves her to wake up on a frozen wasteland.

Anaya fething Fen does.

Calina made a point of surviving this, so she could show her dear mother just how much she appreciated her games, with something sharp and pointy. She fantasised about how she would kill her as she trudged through the snow, head bowed against the incoming wind. She'd never known cold like it. It cut through her thick jacket, clothes and the thermals beneath like a lightsaber, biting into flesh and bone beneath. She had been moving the air particles around her with the force, keeping her warmer but it took up valuable energy she didn't have so she'd had to pause.

She had a vague plan; find shelter, eat and wait for the storm to pass before assessing her location and what was available to her, but the blizzard was making even the first part increasingly difficult. Still she trudged on, hoping beyond hope that something would present itself, like perhaps the shadow of a ship on the horizon, and even better it was belching thick clouds of dark smoke, meaning it was warm.

Smiling at her luck, she almost skipped with delight and increased her pace to reach sanctuary.

Heading for Location A

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan growled under his breath as he trudged on finally he caught sight of the wreck pulling the hood of his cloak up and started forward absently taking both of the lightsabers at his waist in hand and removing them from his belt. Placing the ends together and twisting he made sure the interlocked hits were secure before he took a deep breath gathering the force around himself and leaping towards the ship covering a decent amount of distance. While airborne he took notice of one thing that was upsetting it appeared a student had left the ship and it also appeared that some Wampa's had taken notice of the newest wreck. Shaking his head Aedan landed and ignited the lightsabers the bright silver blade contrasting the deep crimson one at the opposing end. Spinning the weapon once so the crimson blade was on top he started forward the force holding him atop the snow crust barely. As he broke over the edge of the hill and came into sight of what appeared to be a human snake hybrid near the crash and 3 Wampas creeping closer he whistled loudly. "Oi student back on the ship before those things get a taste of you. I will deal with them and be on momentairly." Leaping once more with a flip Aedan landed between the Wampa's and the ship spinning his weapon flashily before crouching.

[member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Yag'dril"] @Jorus Merrill [member="Calina Ovmar"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

| Location A
| The Jorus Merrill School of Space Driving, Hoth Campus

Seriously, he joined this training mission thing just to get off of Rhen Var. Because Rhen Var was ridiculously cold.

And, now, here he was. Sunny Hoth. Enjoying a nice, Jedi get-a-way. All expenses paid, with all the snow you could want. Now there was something you couldn't find on Rhen Var...

...oh, wait. Yes you could. The two planets were practically twins!

The boy was seated beside the unconscious master. Eyes closed, arms outstretched, the small green youngling was attempted to feel for the ebb and flow of the Force. The Force flowing through him. The Force flowing through the master. The world, the wind, the snow... all was in motion. All was the Force.

It was kinda like duct tape. There was a light side, a dark side, and it bound everything together.

A trained master of the Force, like [member="Maya Carrick"] or [member="Cathbodua"] could do some incredible things with it, repairing damaged or destroyed cells within the body. Sewing muscle and sinew together with naught but the will to do so.

Zak? Zak wasn't anywhere near that level. His skills were on a far more rudimentary level. He could treat injuries he could understand, such as cuts or bruises, by just using the Force to promote the body's own healing. So it wasn't even that he was doing the healing. They were doing the healing, he was just giving the process a nudge or push to move things along.

That's what he was hopefully doing for [member="Jorus Merrill"]. At least, that's what Zak thought he was doing for the man. The man wouldn't wake up, but he wasn't dead. At least, not yet, and so Zak... honestly had no idea what else to do. Plus, it couldn't hurt.

Could it?

They probably gave more than just detention for hurting Jedi Master not-waking-up people.

[member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]​

 

[Yag'dril]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

There were sounds over head, ships arriving as she moved going quickly across the snow when she found a wrecked ship. Something was here and her senses reached out further along the environment to come across what she could going into one fo the ships within the starship graveyard while her hand slid from her belt a normal saber she could use. "Anything here?" She was curious but not in the mood wanting to fight things pulling her large body into the ship while she started moving carefully and slowly over the wrecked ship with a bow of her head. Hair dangling around her face when she rose up a little gripping some metal and bringing her body around into a new position to coil up when she was stretching up the broken lift of the ship to go for another floor.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Deep space heading for (Location A)
[member="Jorus Merrill"] - AKA help the boss
[member="Yag'dril"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]

Warning bells sounded and control panels sparked at the Starr leached out of hyperspace and back into reality.

"Karking hell Sady, that shortcut nearly got us killed!" The boy said fire extinguisher in hand.

Sady replied with something in binary about him being an ungrateful brat and how was she to know that route had been closed to safety reasons, it worked just fine four millennia ago.

"That was four thousand years ago you old bird, force you get on me if we have any maintenance checks that are a few days overdue and you're using four-thousand-year-old-star maps!?!

Sady rolled away from BB in a huff as he put out the remaining electrical fires on the bridge. Though this trip almost ended poorly "The Starr" had somehow survived a near brush with neutron star but here system were feeling the abuse. Communication, sensors, weapons, all down. Luckily the life support and shields were still online, sublight engines too. Still they were a day or so out at max sub-light but at least they were now in the neighborhood.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | Location A



Bundled in a thick coat, the fur-lined hood up securely on his head complete with a scarf wrapped securely around his neck, Makai looked like a tick about to pop. He was still cold, shivering slightly despite wearing several layers, including thermal underwear. The half-Galan boy did not do extreme heat or cold. His entire life had mainly been spent on lush, tropical planets with plenty of oceans and water. The type where the temperature was a near constant, never fluctuating to extremes. Hoth was a wake up call, one he didn't appreciate.


Makai had joined the trip as a non-Jedi. His parents had known Mr.Merrill for some time and the man was teaching him about astro-navigation. Dad had said Mr.Merrill was the best, a man who had cut space lanes through the black on his own. There was an added bonus to the teachings, Mr.Merrill knew his mother quite well, a friend of hers before his Dad had even come around. The boy soaked up the stories between the lessons. He missed his mother terribly and what Jorus had to share was more valuable than any credits could possibly buy.


Yet the man who had been so kind to agree to take him on the trip was now laying unconscious in another area of the vessel. Makai had saw a bunch of Jedi kids around the man, including his good friend Zak. Mr.Merrill was in good hands if his best aquatic bud was keeping a watchful eye out. There were other things to do. Like communication. Makai was using his frozen hands to try and use a salvaged external battery to boost his communication signal.


With any luck, he could contact [member="Danger Arceneau"] and her fleet of ATC vessels. Had to be one in the area somewhere to pick them up....

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

[member="Makai Dashiell"] was one of the few souls in the 'verse who could directly call the Queen of Trade's private comm without hindrance. The salvaged boost signal would work, but it would be edged in interference. The signal bounded off a deep space comm relay to the next and so forth. Until finally, on the space station Elysium, the comm call hit a few minutes later. Deep space comm signals were not immediate after all.

Instead of the familiar visage of the Queen of trade, the Half Galan youngling would instead see a little girl. She had large grey eyes that dominated her heart-shaped face, that thick mass of brown waves tucked behind two small ears that stuck out a little too much. Myra Espeth Arceneau Kuhn, adopted daughter of Alric Kuhn and Danger Arceneau stared back at her sole friend in the 'verse. Nary a word had passed her lips since the great tragedy that had taken her biological parents, but she was an expressive child. The joy that swept over the countenance at Makai's visage was tangible, visibly perking the youngling.

A small hand would wave in hello, and she gave a slight little shift to smooth down her dress. It was a new one. Would he think it was pretty? Wait, where was he?

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Ambria's Fury
Objective: C

Gray was completely regretting his decision to walk instead of using a speeder right now. His clothes were doing a great job of keeping his body warm despite the frigid weather and bone chilling snow, but his legs and feet were beginning to feel a little numb. He needed to hurry up to that wreckage or else his cloths would reach their limit and he would begin to freeze out here. He seriously needed to remember to use a speeder next time he found himself on this cold hell hole planet that was Hoth. The place was just white and snow and wind and ice and wampas and......and was that a flash just now?

Gray watched as a blaster bolt flew towards his head and then got deflected back at the shooter as it hit the radius of his imbued sword. A scream faintly echoed from the the wreckage as the shooter was killed by their own shot. He cursed under his breath as he used the force to get Whisper's hilt into his right hand. He pulled the force into himself and then began to move with enhanced speed towards the wreckage. He had thought he would have to deal with wampas, but instead he got hostile people instead. That was just wonderful, exactly what he needed right now. He needed to hurry to get to them before they figured out why the shot was redirected towards them and switched up their tactics. The snow slowed down his progress, but he was still advancing at a decent pace. He had blaster bolts hitting all around him and deflecting back to his attackers. They began to hoop and hollar without fear as they shot. Several of them died to their own fire, but they were not deterred in the least.

Gray leapt into the air as he came close enough and landed onto the edge of the wreckage. As he got his feet firmly placed, he activated his lightsaber. He yelled out as he caught sight of the people who had been shooting at him, " Who wants to die?!" The ones shooting at him were primal looking. It seemed they had been stuck here at the wreck for some time and any semblance of sanity was long gone. They all screamed out different lines about him needing to die or worse. Looks like things were about to get messy.

 

[Rusty]

As Koko piloted the ship down over the crash site, it became apparent that they weren't the only ones who answered the call.

"What do you think, Boss? Are they friendly?"

Rusty's reply was distorted by both the crackle of the comm and the wind rushing by. The mad fool was standing on the lowered boarding ramp, Gertrude in one hand and macrobinculars in the other.

"Looks like! I don't know who's on that ship, but they've got friends aplenty if they're all out here, answering the call."

The Shard woman breathed a silent sigh of relief. More often than not in these parts, a distress beacon was a magnet for pirates or worse. It was hard to believe that there were worse things than pirates, but she had seen the aftermath with her own eyes. Most pirates would at least throw you in an escape pod, or at worst give you a clean death. She didn't have a word for the ones who made their victims die screaming.

Still, if the folks on the ground were friendly, that meant they could pack up and head home.

"Koko! Comm the folks down there, let 'em know we're gonna drop off a crate of medical supplies, then provide top cover. I've heard some nasty rumors about the folk on this iceball being none too friendly, and I don't intend to let this lot find out firsthand."

She groaned to herself, but made sure the mic wasn't keyed when she did. The Boss could be as vicious as any pirate when push came to shove. She had heard rumors about the things he got up to with that shifter woman. That didn't bother her in the slightest. What bothered her were his odd moments of decency. She knew he didn't like hurting folks who didn't deserve it, but that was a far cry from dumping off valuable supplies that could otherwise go to a paying customer.

Sure, RCFC Medical wasn't officially in business yet. The supplies they were dropping off were technically samples, though the manifest would show that, among their samples was a top of the line trauma kit and inflatable bacta tank that could keep a patient completely immersed safely for up to 24 hours. The patents on the portable tank alone were worth the tank's weight in whatever precious metal you cared to name and then some. It could potentially revolutionize battlefield care, and they were giving one to a bunch of strangers.

Still, she brought the ship down low and keyed up the standard comm channels for rescue operations.

::Greetings from RCFC. This is Crystal Method, calling personnel involved in the rescue. We're going to drop off some medical supplies at the crash site, and then stay on station a couple hundred meters overhead. There's no intel on whether or not there are hostiles in the area, but it wouldn't be out of character for this part of the galaxy. If you require further assistance, you can reach us on this comm channel.::

[member="Makai Dashiell"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

Location A

She hadn't noticed the wampas, so engrossed in keeping her head down and watching her feet. She scalded herself silently as a whistle cut through the wind, snapping her attention up. Student? Her? "I'm not-" she began, but he was away, planting himself very firmly between the wampas and the ship. Stunned by the action, Calina remained where she was.

She'd never seen anyone out themselves in danger for the sake of others. Except on holovids which her mother used to laugh at. "No one in this galaxy wants to throw themselves in harms way for the sake of another. Remember that sweetie, and you might just survive long enough to see your grandchildren."

Yet here it was, happening right in front of her. She had a choice, do as he said, get on the ship and survive or do something that would infuriate her mother. Naturally, she opted for the latter. She shrugged the heavy furs off for ease of movement and out on a burst of speed to bring her along side the...she eyed him out the corner of her eye...Jedi?

Her lightsaber hissed into life in her hand and her face set, daring the wampas to advance.

[member="Rusty"] [member="Myra Elspeth"] [member="Makai Dashiell"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

| Location A
| The [member="Jorus Merrill"] School of Space Driving, Hoth Campus

The small youngling's hands passed over the unconscious man's body.

Eyes shut, the boy was entranced by the mystery of the Force. Mesmerized by it's siren song. His head rolled atop his shoulders, body swaying as though he were a blade of grass in some unseen wind. Bending, bowing, and moving to the rhythm of some unchained melody which echoed near, and yet far beyond the stars. They were beneath the stars. They were amid the stars. They were the stars. Luminous beings. All was in motion. All was at rest.

A lady's face.

A lightsaber.

A... something. The flash of fur and fang.

With a sharp gasp, the young Nautolan jerked upright in his seat. His eyes fluttered open, as though expecting to witness the ferocious spectacle he'd laid witness to in his mind's eye there before him.

But he didn't. He was here. Inside the ship. With Master Rip Van Winkle. Hovering three feet off the floor.

...wait, wut?

Head-tails flying, the small boy looked to his left and his right, as he realized that he was seated in mid-air, along with the master and several objects that seemed to float along as though they were in zero gravity.

This... this was new. This had never happened before. Was this supposed to happen? Why didn't people tell him about these things?

Why did he always fall asleep in meditation class!?

"WHY ARE WE FLOATING!?"

Yes, that was panic. Yes, his voice slipped up an octave. Maybe two.

Like a bubble popping, the boy, the master, and the random objects all fell as though their strings had been cut. "Ugh! Ummmmph! OW!" In rapid succession, Zak landed on his backside. Master Sleepy McBonyButt landed on top of Zak. And then a commlink bounced off the small Nautolan's head, leaving the small boy sprawled out on the deck as though in defeat.

Okay. Enough with the Force chit.

Squirming and wiggling his way out from under where Master Merrill's body had trapped his legs, the small Nautolan pushed himself up on his knees and then got back to his feet.

Maybe Makai was having better luck with the comm unit...

[member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Rusty"] | [member="Makai Dashiell"]​

 

[Titan]

Location C
As the Echoy'la's pride skimmed the surface, Katbiyre was happy he had finally foud a place to test out his podracer. Of course he had seen the ship crash so he headed there, only to find another ship in the distance. As he headed towards the ship, he saw [member="Gray Raxis"] fighting off some people. After a couple seconds of indecision, Katbiyre decided to help him, <After all perhaps Gray knows something I don't...> as he headed towards Gray, Katbiyre primed the 4 inbuilt Concord-39s that the Pride possessed. Once he reached optimal firing range Katbiyre fired on the attackers, killing them in one quick sweep. "Need some help Gray?" Katbiyre's voice was amplified by the in built speakers of his podracer.