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Xander Morhaime:
"With our luck so far it's probably a planetwide methane ocean," CX commented with a tired sigh, putting his helmet back on. "Well, try setting us down gently and on some solid surface, if at all possible. Bonus points if you can find a proper landing platform. And if we get any incoming comms, not a word about our cargo. Courier shuttle, damaged hyperdrive - keep to that story," the clone instructed. "At least until we know where we stand."
Gargulec:
Zal emitted short series of beeps.
'Oh, come on, piece of junk...' Skye snorted, turning towards ship's databank screen. 'Why would this planet be in old records, and not in the new ones?.'
For a second, she stared at results of her search.
'You're a very smart piece of junk, you know?' she said to the droid. 'This planet, despite being removed from current Imperial registers, is in the ones from the Clone Wars. However, all the info available there is a name... Felucia. Never heard of it.'
Xander Morhaime:
"Is it too late to go look for a planetwide ocean of methane? We'd be safer off there," CX asked, looking rather tense. After a few moments he let out a deep breath and shook his head.
"I've been there. As far as life-supporting planets go, Felucia is probably one of the most hostile ones. The whole planet's a jungle of overgrown fungi, crawling with bugs, beasts and flesh-eating diseases, and they're all out to get you. We lost more men back there to the environment than we did to the Seps. On Felucia, don't drink the water, don't eat the plants or meat, and if you can, don't breathe the air either. We'll be lucky if we don't land near an acklay or rancor nest, too... not that they're the only creatures down there to watch out for. There were some old staging grounds, though, camps and such, walled off... if they haven't completely overgrown, perhaps we could try setting down in one. Just... try not to land in a giant mushroom or something, for the time being."
Silhar:
For a few hours, Vince was desperately trying to somehow free himself from the shackles. He did not speak while others had a chat, instead acting as if he was sleeping.
Methane. Rancor cave. Great. If anything could be worse than this there... Damn., he thought bitterly.
He decided not to say anything, right now waiting for an opportunity to somehow get away from here.
That twi'lek... Who is she ? Why do they keep her in that cage ? Maybe...
Journey:
"Sounds like we have some fun times ahead. I'm going to see what we have to work with." Fathima said, disappearing towards the cargo hold. Minutes later, she returned, carrying two DH-17 blaster carbines. "There's a bunch of pistols and no much else. A stack of rations - looks like they'll feed a person for three and a half weeks, and 20 liters of water. No spare parts, either."
She turned to the trooper. "It doesn't look like we can repair the shuttle with what we have, and no holocomm, either, so a distress signal is out, too. These old staging grounds, would they have anything we can cannibalize, or perhaps a ship we can commandeer?"
(The "blaster pistols" -> "blaster carbines" edit is GM-approved)
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