Faction What You Take With You

[Atlas Drake]

OUTBOUND FLIGHT SHUTTLE
RAKATA PRIME
Chanoel Farver Mic Gallagher Kal OPEN​

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"That's right, BD. Plenty of ancient tech to scan down there."

Captain Drake smiled when BD-7 chirped brightly in agreement. He was happy to see blue skies after so long in the Tempered Wastes, a starless void where the ancient rakatan homeworld drifted far from the light of their galaxy. Navigator's Guild assistance granted his survey ship Constellation safe passage through the Unknown Regions' turbulent and unreliable hyperlanes. It now drifted in high orbit.

Reports of new ruins discovered on one of the world's largest archipelagos had finally reached the Core Worlds. Outbound Flight was recruiting anyone with the right skillset to capitalize on such a rare archaeological find.

"Camp Gizka this is Drake requesting clearance to land with more expedition crew."

When no one answered Atlas repeated his hail. Nothing but static. He was beginning to wonder if their comlink was malfunctioning when his BD unit hooted a shrill warning alert. Smoke on the horizon. There was something wrong at the Alliance outpost.

"Strap in!" Drake shouted back to his passengers, "We're about to burn sky!"

 

[Mic Gallagher]

TREASURE BUM
A SHUTTLE | RAKATA PRIME
TAG: Atlas Drake | Chanoel Farver | Kal | Open
GEAR: In bio

ADVENTURES​

The shiny suit was different this time.

Mic was contracted this time to join an expedition to Rakata Prime to retrieve some shiny trinket. He didn't particularly enjoy working with others. They always got in the way. But he needed the creds.

So instead of taking the Purrgil, he got his bum on the expedition shuttle along with Olly and some other bums. He did make sure that he had some courage juice in his pack, though. Never know when it may come in handy.

And it definitely looked like it might.

Mic was lazing in his seat, looking out of the viewport, thinking that the planet reminded him lot of Scarif when Olly warbled at him, for once not being grumpy about it.
"Huh?" Mic said brilliantly but looked in the direction where his droid directed. "Oh bugger." His head snapped toward the bum in the pilot seat to give a warning, but it seemed Olly wasn't the only droid that had picked up on danger.

"Strap in! We're about to burn sky!"

Mic frowned, but did what they were told.
"What's going on over there?" he hollered to the front. Not that he expected the bum would know right now.
"Should have brought the Purrgil." he mumbled and Olly bleeped at him. "Oi, watch that mouth. I know you said we had to, but the suit thought otherwise, aight?" This was why he worked alone and usually left Olly with the ship. The droid never stopped swearing at him and Mic didn't have to deal with interruptions from others.

But he needed to eat, so here he was speeding to some doom with strangers.

 

[Gabriel Pryce]

Atlas Drake | Mic Gallagher | Chanoel Farver | Kal

The Outbound Flight Project had started when he was a young child, not even a part of the Jedi Order. Work was halted around the time of the Brotherhood assault on one of the program's main space stations out on the edges of the Unknown Regions but the years of peace following the Battle of Exogol had seen an explosion in the program. He understood the program's signifigiance. There were dozens of mini empires, petty kingdoms, and little republics out in the Unknown Regions past the still recovering Chiss Space, but much of that information was either lost or hidden in the Chaos.

But why had the Council sent him of all people? His usefulness ended with the old borders of the Chiss Ascendency, where his Sy Bisti could have gotten him maybe a cup of caf, or whatever they drank there to pull through long nights. Even he'd heard of the archeological gold mine that the program had uncovered but he was a Jedi Historian, not a general archeologist. Someone, somewhere though apparently believed that there would be something of note for the Jedi. Even then, his main directive was to protect the people of the project, and as he walked into the cockpit he saw he was already failing in that task.

Smoke rose on the horizon and a sense of dread fell over the Jedi.

"Strap in!" Drake shouted back to his passengers, "We're about to burn sky!"

He didn't have to be told twice. Gabriel sat down in one of the jumper seats and strapped himself.

 

[Chanoel Farver]

Atlas Drake Mic Gallagher Gabriel Pryce ​

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In the pit of her stomach she could feel that bubbling despair as they closed in on their destination. She'd run security for expeditions of all kinds; very rarely did she actually need to fight in the same way she used to. Looking at the distant smoke, though, she had a feeling that this would be much more intense.

The habits came back to her in an instant -- armor check. Comms check. Blaster check- safety on. Sidearm. Belt fastened. The rest of her gear was packed tightly into her bag.

Her eyes went to the others strapped into their seats, ending up on the Jedi who was sitting across from her.

"I got your back," she said. He seemed reasonably experienced, so she kept it at that. She barely knew how Jedi fought -- the most she caught were the viral clips and broadcasts, but she knew from some of those she'd served with that it could be wildly different depending on the Jedi. She'd follow his lead, and do her best, and hopefully no one died if things got hairy.

 

[Atlas Drake]

OUTBOUND FLIGHT SHUTTLE
RAKATA PRIME
Chanoel Farver Mic Gallagher Kal Gabriel Pryce OPEN​

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"What's going on over there?" he hollered to the front. Not that he expected the bum would know right now.

"Trouble! Not sure what kind, but I've got a bad feeling about this."

Inertial dampeners struggled to compensate for the shuttle's sudden acceleration and turbulence increased. Captain Drake wrestled with the controls while BD-7 hooted mournfully in agreement. Camp Gizka could hardly be called an Alliance settlement, merely a collection of prefab huts near the rakatan ruins. Patrols through uncivilized frontier systems like this one were infrequent.

"Karabast!" he cursed, "We're hit! Engine's gone-"

Atlas woke up after the crash landing and staggered out of his seat. He remembered the sensors lighting up with new contacts shortly before losing nearly all control.

"Everybody okay?" the captain asked.

 

[Mic Gallagher]

TREASURE BUM
A SHUTTLE | RAKATA PRIME
TAG: Atlas Drake | Chanoel Farver | Gabriel Pryce | Kal
GEAR: In bio

ADVENTURES​

"Trouble! Not sure what kind, but I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Bugger."
Next to him, Olly grumbled as well. They were an odd bunch for sure that could all probably stand a chance, but snot monsters were causing chaos down there?

There was sudden bang and the Captain hollered something, but Mic couldn't hear over Olly's curses. Then they were hurtling through the air like a bum getting flung from his board in a giant halfpipe. Mic just had time to strap his droid in next to him before everything went black.

Olly was chirping at him, sounding concerned, which was weird. The droid never chirped. But it sounded far, like the little astromech was echoing at him. That was very weird.

But suddenly, some liquid hit his face and Mic drew in a shocked breath as his eyes sprang open. That wasn't smart, as the small bit of oil got into them.
"Mate..." Mic coughed. "Why'd you have to use oil?" he groaned as he started wiping the oil from his eyes and face with his neckerchief. "The heck happened?"
Olly, now content that he was alive and awake, grumbled at him again.

"Everybody okay?"

"Yeah, mate." Mic groaned as he struggled to get out of his seat while everything hurt like he did some hard gym for 2 weeks straight without rest after he had been out of it for 3 months. Bummer.
"The rest of you oaks?" he called around at the rest, his voice sounding a bit more normal now.

Mic had an itchy gut feeling that things were going to get worse. And he wasn't exactly a pessimist. He listened to his gut. It usually got him away from bad joojoo.
"Mate..." he started to unstrap Olly. "You think you can scan to see what's around?" he asked.
Funnily enough, the droid didn't swear at him, but instead gave a warble of confirmation before he started scanning as he rolled out of the gaping hole in the shuttle from the crash.

It didn't take long for his droid's warning whistle of life forms to reach them as he raced back.

 

[Kathryn Foster]

"Strap in!" Drake shouted back to his passengers, "We're about to burn sky!"

Kathryn made sure that she were strapped in alright, pulling at the buckles and checked the persons on both sides of her, making sure that they were strapped in equally well. That was the thing with Kathryn, even though she had been promoted to a higher rank, she still saw her fellow soldiers and pilots as equals and gladly spend time with them. Damn her if something happened to them during a mission. Officers like Liedran Kathause , which she deeply respected, wanted to promote her but she still didn't feel like anythig more than a lieutenan. She promised herself to leave nothing to chance.

"Everybody okay?" the captain asked.

''Foster's okay, sir! Crew! Report in!'' she called over the comms while trying her best to detach herself from the side position that they found themselves into. She landed on the side in her infantry armor, but were quick to pick up her primary weapon.

"Mate..." he started to unstrap Olly. "You think you can scan to see what's around?" he asked.

''I think your droid's scared, private...'' Kath uttered and grabbed her BAW-88 Blaster Carbine out of it's holster behind her. ''How are you... sir?'' Kath replied on the command channel, before picking up on the internal communicatins channel. ''Everyone's alright? We've been through worse than this, so get your chit together and stumble to your feet!'' she called out for everyone to hear.

Mic Gallagher, Atlas Drake , Chanoel Farver , Gabriel Pryce ​

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Rakata Prime | Atlas Drake , Mic Gallagher, Gabriel Pryce , Chanoel Farver , Kathryn Foster

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The young knight let out a groan as he slowly awoke from the crash.

He couldn't really remember what happened before the ship went down. All he could recall was the captain announcing that they all needed to strap in and hold on. Thankfully his belt buckles secured just in time before the impact. Cracking his neck, the man looked around at his fellow crew members. They all seemed to be alive at least. Finding his bag and droid nearby, he reached out for them, securing both.

"You alright Apollo?"

A small chirp from his droid, BD-11, rang out as the little robot made his way towards Okkeus. Sympathy was felt for his companion. But he was hardy and would make a quick comeback. Looking up from his seat, the knight looked saw Captain Drake going around and checking on the crew.

"All good over here Captain."

Unbuckling from his seat, Okkeus stood up and started to look around at the rest of the members. They would find out why they went down eventually, but for now it was time to make sure everyone was alright.

 

[Atlas Drake]

SHUTTLE CRASH SITE
RAKATA PRIME
Chanoel Farver Mic Gallagher Kal Gabriel Pryce Kathryn Foster Okkeus Dainlei ​

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''How are you... sir?''

"I'm alright, Colonel. Just a little banged up."

Atlas forced open the malfunctioning cockpit hatch. This was not his first emergency landing. BD-7 engaged a spotlight so he could better see in the gloom provided by flickering backup glowpanels.

"We can't activate our distress beacon. Whoever shot us down might trace it," he informed the expedition team, "There might be parts at the outpost if there's anything left, or we could take shelter in the ruins until they-"

BD-7 interrupted him with a series of shrill whistles. Each droid could now detect approaching lifeforms. Captain Drake drew his Glie-44 blaster from its holster.

"I don't like these odds," the captain hesitated, "Can we ask the Force for help, master Jedi?"

Even after all these years Atlas did not completely understand how the Jedi's religion worked.

 

[Gabriel Pryce]

Atlas Drake | Okkeus Dainlei | Kal | Chanoel Farver | Mic Gallagher | Kathryn Foster

The crash had left a gash on Gabriel's brow letting a slow trickle of blood tracing his jawline. He groaned, pushing himself from his broken crash webbing and stumbled out to the others, his head pounding and his danger sense screaming bloody murder. The captain's droid's incessant beeping wasn't helping.

"I don't like these odds," the captain hesitated, "Can we ask the Force for help, master Jedi?"

A gloved hand wiped the blood from his chin and Gabe's hand fell to his lightsaber, the blue blade activating with a snap-hiss.

"One does not usually ask the Force of anything, but I think today it will oblige," Gabe grumbled, striding forward and tossing his singed and torn robes to the the wind. He placed himself between the approaching lifeforms and the crew of this little expedition. What manner of pirates had taken this planet for their own plots? He would have to wait and see.

 

[Kal]

@all​

'Chac Neerzo' was, for all intents and purposes, a boring middle-aged academic plucked from some Core World university or another. A career archaeologist, he seemed nervous about the prospect of actual emergencies.

Before he could question the wisdom of not sending in a probe first, disaster struck.

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He had put on his safety harness the wrong way, it seemed. That explained the sudden pressure followed by the sickening crunch of his neck snapping. Fortunately, the crash itself obscured the noise, but he still had to move quickly.

After making sure that none of the Jedi were paying too close attention, he telekinetically wrenched the out-of-place parts pack into place. It wasn't enough to save the life of the host, but no matter - it was a clone and he was perfectly capable of puppeteering a corpse. It might shamble a bit at times, but he could pass that off as a mild concussion.

Yes doctor, no doctor, no need to check my pulse.

"... ooooow. Was... we were shot down?"

 

[Chanoel Farver]

Atlas Drake Mic Gallagher Gabriel Pryce Kathryn Foster Okkeus Dainlei Kal
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Chanoel grumbled and cursed a little as she unbuckled herself. The shuttle's bay doors had caught on something during their crash, and had been torn off -- or maybe shot off. The smell of sand and sea came through, along with the noxious odour of the smoking engine.

As the others got up she found her focus not on the others but on the outside. The crash had torn up the earth in their wake. They weren't too far to the camp, but certainly not close enough to escape to quickly. The edges of the ruins were close, though, so maybe...

No, if the pirates were this close, they'd need to fight. She glanced around the shuttle once more, then back at her fellow explorers.

"I'm gonna get up top," she said, pointing to one of the hatches that lead out of the shuttle. "If things go south, I'll try and cover our escape-" she thumbed a smoke grenade on her belt- "and we'll run to the ruins where there's better cover."

Taking Foster's lead, she fiddle with her comm to get on the right frequency, then started to climb out of the shuttle.

 

[Atlas Drake]

SHUTTLE CRASH SITE
RAKATA PRIME
Chanoel Farver Mic Gallagher Kal Gabriel Pryce Kathryn Foster Okkeus Dainlei ​

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"We survived an emergency landing, Doctor Neerzo."

He quickly gathered some emergency supplies into his satchel before slinging it over his torn officer's field jacket.

"Good idea, Farver," Drake agreed, "With any luck we'll get the drop on them."

Glie-44 navy blaster drawn, the captain followed Master Pryce outside. His climbing boots crunched through jungle foliage. Atlas could smell the nearby sea but there was no sign of it from their crash site. He oriented himself by smoke on the horizon just a few kilometers away which could only be the burning Alliance outpost.

"Do you hear that?" he asked, "Sounds like voices."

A disturbance in the jungle drew closer and slowly the voices Drake heard grew more distinct.

"You sure it crashed over here?"

"Course I'm sure! Remember what the cap'n, said. No witnesses. Now let's take care of any survivors and catch up with the crew at them ruins the Alliance squealed about before we lose our pick of loot."

Drake narrowed his eyes. Pirates!

 

[Kathryn Foster]

"I'm alright, Colonel. Just a little banged up."

Kathryn gave him a gloved thumbs up before adjusting her armor pieces, and made a quick check on the carbine and her sidearm of choice LBP-3 Light Blaster Pistol. Thankfully, the carbine had been strapped to its rack beside the seat and the blaster pistol had never left the leg holster.

Climbing out of the wreckage and landing on her feet just beside Atlas Drake , she punched some buttons on the wrist controls of her infantry armor, which made it turn from standard black and into a mixed green jungle camouflage. A neat feature of the armor inherited from her active duty in the GADF.

Taking Foster's lead, she fiddle with her comm to get on the right frequency, then started to climb out of the shuttle.

The group had little time to rest and figure out who or what brought them down, less so to start figuring out how to eventually get out of here, as one of the droids chirped and beeped nervously and frantically about incoming lifeforms, which made Jedi Master Gabriel Pryce ignite his lightsaber and everyone else prepare for whatever the droid sensed was closing in on them. Kath glanced after the young woman, Chanoel Farver , a relatively new member of the team, as she hurried to get the high ground by climbing on top of the wreckage. Initiative was always a welcome trait to any soldier, or pilot for that matter.

"You sure it crashed over here?"

"Course I'm sure! Remember what the cap'n, said. No witnesses. Now let's take care of any survivors and catch up with the crew at them ruins the Alliance squealed about before we lose our pick of loot."

They sure were pirates, or amatures of some sort, but that was also the kind one would never underestimate. Any enemy could have a card up their sleeve, and show it to you when you were least expecting it. Colonel Foster quickly took cover behind a wide tree trunk and switched the safe of the carbine to off. Her alert eyes looked over to captain Drake to see what his orders or plan would be.

Kal , Okkeus Dainlei​

 

[Gabriel Pryce]

Kal | Okkeus Dainlei | Atlas Drake | Kathryn Foster | Mic Gallagher | Chanoel Farver

"Pirates!" Gabriel hissed. He hated pirates.

His boot snapped over a dry branch, the sound echoing through the jungle brush.

 

[Kal]

Atlas Drake | Gabriel Pryce | @all​

They survived a crash landing? An amusing choice of words, all things considered.

"... yeah, but whoever tried to kill us might try again." 'Doctor Neerzo' grumbled, albeit quietly.

Content to remain at the periphery, Kal followed along as they left the shuttle, pausing only to shoulder his satchel.

Soon enough, they ran into a pair of pirates - fortunately, they heard the pirates before the pirates saw them. Unfortunately, one of the Jedi slipped up and made a noise that made the pair of outlaws pause.

It's probably an animal. No need to comm it in before I check. "Let's check it out. Don't wanna bother the cap'n if it's just one of those cat-things." The other man hesitated but acquiesced after Kal planted the idea of an unarmed archaeologist in his mind. There was nothing to be afraid of; no need to call for assistance and risk appearing a coward.

 

[Atlas Drake]

SHUTTLE CRASH SITE
RAKATA PRIME
Chanoel Farver Mic Gallagher Kal Gabriel Pryce Kathryn Foster Okkeus Dainlei ​

Atlas exhaled in relief when the pirates didn't call for help. Sweat ran down his face in this oppressive tropical climate. He could hear clumsy footsteps drawing closer.

"BD-7!" the frontier guide hissed, "Scan for hostiles."

His explorer droid whistled quietly and raised its sensor dish. A hologram appeared projecting about a dozen red dots approaching their concealed position. Easy enough for a Jedi to handle maybe, but not all the crash survivors knew how to fight.

"Chanoel," he whispered over his comlink, "Do you have a shot?"

He looked around one more time for a way out and froze.

"Nobody move," Captain Drake said slowly.

Out of the jungle stalked a carnivorous acklay. Many jagged teeth glistened in its mouth. Atlas could not tell if the monstrous creature was hunting them or the pirates. He suspected it did not matter.

 

[Chanoel Farver]

Atlas Drake Kal Gabriel Pryce Kathryn Foster Okkeus Dainlei Mic Gallagher
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"Yeah, I got a shot." She exhaled to steady her aim, and flattened her body as well as she could against the shuttle's roof. The pirates had fanned out, but at the sound of a cracking branch, many of them froze and raised their weapons. She lined up her shot.

Hesitation, in this case, was both a boon and a curse. She found herself wondering how long it'd been since she'd last killed someone -- the peace in her life was, as usual, a temporary one. Then she spotted the acklay stalking through the trees.

Her breath was running short. The pirates were about to start moving again, but that acklay was a far bigger threat. Probably? She had to decide. Now.

The barrel of her rifle shifted a few degrees up, then she fired. Three bolts flew out. One nailed the acklay in its right eye. It roared, and reared back in rage.

idk someone else decide how the acklay proceeds

 

[Mic Gallagher]

TREASURE BUM
A SHUTTLE | RAKATA PRIME
TAG: Atlas Drake | Chanoel Farver | Gabriel Pryce | Kal | Kathryn Foster | Okkeus Dainlei
GEAR: In bio

ADVENTURES​

Well that escalated quickly.

As Olly hurried back with his warning, the other droid also made alarm of approaching life forms. He didn't even straighten up entirely yet. And then voices drifted from outside.

Thankfully most of them inside the shuttle had the presence of mind to stay quiet. Until the one Jedi decided nah it was too quiet. Bummer. Everyone inside the shuttle went extra quiet inside the shuttle. Luckily they had eyes up top. But then everything went to Haran in a handbasket just as the Captain asked for the Sheila up top if she got a shot.

Then a bug had to make its entrance.

Bugger.

And then shots rang out coupled by a roar.

Mic swore that if a snotmonster decided to waltz into the mix right about now that it wouldn't even be strange. Talk about a pickle. This was why he preferred to work alone. Maybe he should talk to some Mandos about getting one of those big droid things of theirs. Would have been handy right about now. There were still some of 'em on Scarif. So maybe....

Screams wafted from outside as pirates scattered while the bug rampaged all over, trying to avoid to not getting trampled or worse by it. One good thing came from an angry creature at least. Some of the many dots on Olly's scans seemed to disappear. One threat more or less minimized. But bug seemed like he needed a beach vacation right about now.

"Uh, could you joojoo people do something more...permanent about that oak?" he asked the Jedi right about then.

They were all kind of stranded where they were now with angry bug outside.

 

[Kal]

Atlas Drake | Chanoel Farver | Mic Gallagher | @anyone else​

There was only so much someone who was supposed to be a non-Sensitive archaeologist could do about a very hungry, very angry Acklay. Especially if the Jedi might turn their attention towards it at the same time.

What he could do, however, was nudge one of the dimmer pirates in the right direction.

After seeing or hearing the beast tear apart several of his peers, the wise move might be to flee. The wise move. The man was either very stupid or very brave and so all it took was a nudge for him to yell in anger and start firing wildly at the Acklay. The high rate of fire did a number on the beast, but he lacked the accuracy to hit anything vital.

Within moments, the creature had advanced on him with surprising speed and torn him limb from limb.