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[Gargulec]

Vince and CX fired simultaneously. The creature eating Fathima howled, as bolts burnt it's back. Then, it quickly turned, and jumped into the foliage, disappearing again. Meanwhile, CX tried to gun down oncoming beasts. Despite firing for more than three seconds, creatures proved to be exceptionally nimble, dodging most of the fire-storm. One of them, however, got slightly grazed, and stayed back a bit, allowing the second to lunge.

It launched forward, trying to pin CX to the ground, as its mate did to Fathima. However, seasoned clone managed to dodge the beast, and got only one, deep scratch, as it landed next to him.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Fathima's Doom runs away, CX got 1W damage

[Silhar]

Seeing the beast cowardly running away from the battlefield, Vince turns quickly and attempts to gun down the beast striking at CX.

[Xander Morhaime]

Seeing the first attacker so quickly driven off, CX turned his attention instead to the last beast still keeping its distance, figuring the species for an ambush predator, not keen to get into a prolonged fight. With the second beast close in and easier to monitor (and hopefully able to relieve him of another troublemaking companion), he decided to try and chase off the distant creature. First moving quickly away from the one that lunged at him to provide some safety margin, he turned the repeater on the distant creature, firing off a shorter, more focused burst of fire.

[Gargulec]

Vince fired at the creature, sure to at least wound. He was quickly proven wrong. Maybe the disease, or maybe just the creature was so dammed fast, but he only managed to burn a few scorches on a nearby mushroom. It is very bad thing to be such an unlucky fellow, after all.

Meanwhile, CX stepped back from the creature attacking him, and fired a short burst at the oncoming beast. The results, however, were far from what he have expected. Again, the beast proved to be far to fast to get simply gunned down, and effortlessly dodged all blaster bolts.

However, it did not attack CX, nor even Vince. The beast have apparently noticed your Jedi Master, and found her really attractive... in a manner, at least. Both turned towards her, as she tried her best to hide, and both charged. To your surprise, even in handcuffs, the twi'lek managed to evade them both, in a way to fluid and elegant for you to ever dream of replicating.

[Xander Morhaime]

CX swore under his breath when the two beasts went after his ward. Killing the odd woman, or per chance the rebel, no worries there. Trying to eat him, he could understand. But he'd not let these beasts get between him and his mission. Shouting a challenge, the clone let loose with another burst of fire, sweeping the repeater in an arc to scythe a burst of fire lower to the ground, hoping to hit the creatures' legs or, if the shots should just carve up the ground, at least get the beasts' attention away from the Jedi.

[Silhar]

Slightly desoriented, Vince laughed out loud, maniacally. Then, he calmed down and kept on firing.
This time aiming more carefully.

[Gargulec]

No matter how lucky and nimble those creatures were, they could not elude your fire for so long. Concentrated barrage from both Vince and CX shredded both of them.

Well, it would appear that you've survived. Apart from Fathima, that is.

[Xander Morhaime]

"Hmm. Well... that at least solves the matter of the spy," CX commented, looking over what remained of Fathima, picking out useful supplies from the remains and handing them off to the Jedi for carrying. "We should move on. I'm less worried about anyone hearing the shots than I am about scavengers picking up the scent of the kill," he instructed, using some disinfectant to dress the minor wound he'd received, knowing full well how those could develop...

[Silhar]

Vince sneered something to himself, then followed the rest.

[Gargulec]

The twi'lek leaned over Fathima's body and closed her eyes, whispering something you could not hear. As ordered, she picked up her sack, and with faint sigh, put it over her back.

'I know this creatures' she said, passing by the slain bests. 'Vornskr. They are one of the most dangerous animals in the Galaxy, they say.'

She gave Fathima one last look.

'So much lost... So much.'

And then you heard another voice, harsh and a bit... amused?

'Well, well what have we here...'

You turned around to see a zabrak female in a worn uniform with so many patches and bands on it that you could not determine if it was imperial or rebel to being with. She was holding a blaster carbine in her hands.

'Are you a vultures, I wonder?' she asked. 'A scavengers poking amidst battlefields which have been long since cleaned? Or merely an intruders, come into this predator filled jungle of mine in search of... easy prey?'

She rose, letting the gun hang loosely. Obviously, she was not afraid of you. Not a bit. Then she noticed the twi'lek. For a second her face changed, slightly, but enough let you understand that she knew her from before.

'No matter' she said, after a while. 'Whatever the reason, you are certainly not prepared for Felucian jungle. One of you is sick, and second unarmed. You won't get far...' she paused, to let her speech sink in. 'Unless you allow me to help you.'

[Xander Morhaime]

"If you're so keen to help, you can carry him," CX replied, indicating the sick rebel with a shrug. It was quite clear from his tone that he neither liked, nor trusted this new arrival, though he had to make some concessions for the sake of the Jedi. Even with Fathima out of the picture, their limited supplies would only last so long...

"We're not planning to stay here or take anything off this planet that wasn't here to begin with. We simply require parts to affect repairs of our ship's hyperdrive and continue on our way," the clone added by way of explanation, keeping the repeater rifle at the ready.

[Silhar]

"I can walk by myself, thanks.", cut back Vince, smiling weakly and falsely, too.
He slowly stepped towards the Zabrak. His leg kept on pulsing, his face muscles twitching in pain. There was a visible stream of sweat on his brow.
"What kind of help do you want to offer us ?", he said with a deeply concealed sarcasm. "And what do you want in return ? Who the hell are you, woman, to appear out of nowhere and make some strange offers to random travellers ?" - thus saying, the Rebel quickly became dead serious, barking a barrage of questions in direction of the woman and holding his blaster tightly, in emergency. The fever was dancing in his mad glare. "Justify yourself. NOW."
He raised his weapon...

...for Vince didn't see the Zabrak, but his old, old fellow - the one responsible for selling them out during Endor incident... Oh, the speech was so familiar. Some random idea for a buisness thrown suddenly, some shady proposition of taking a shortcut. He would happily gun the person right there down, piece by piece, starting with knees, followed by hands, arms...

[Xander Morhaime]

"Oh, shut up," CX snapped, glancing briefly to the side at Vince. At the same moment, his left arm, the cybernetic one, swung out in an arc to backhand the rebel on the head.

[Gargulec]

Vince, already weakened by the disease fell on the mushy soil. Jedi approached him and helped him up.

'It was unnecessary.' she said.

'You're wrong.' replied Triz, smiling. 'And I guess that I must thank you, whoever you are' she gazed at CX. 'This guy is clearly hallucinating. And appears to be sick, in both meanings of this word.'

The zabrak closed down on you.

'You can have problems acquiring spare parts here. If you hoped for salvaging wrecks, then I'm sad to inform you that it was already done, several times, so it is highly doubtful that you'll manage to find anything useful there.

'You may, however, try to reach Galazi's Refuge. It is not *that* far from my dwelling, to which I now invite you, and, if I am not wrong, you can buy a lot there, if you have creds, that is. So?'

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Two plot points for Vince and one for CX. 5 Advancement points to both of them.

[Xander Morhaime]

"I've just been waiting for an excuse to do that, really," the clone replied with a shrug, shouldering the repeater. "As for purchasing... I'm sure we'll be able to strike a deal of one sort or another once we get there. Provided they actually have what we need."