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Returns PBF - In Character
Journey:
Fathima gazed at all the death and destruction around her. What happened here? It reminded her of the time when...No, now's not the time to think about that. She forced her mind back to the situation at hand.
"Well if we find anything useful we could always use another body to help haul it back to the shuttle. Whatever. I'm not particularly keen on dividing half my attention to watching him when there seem to be plenty of potential predators around." She fashioned a pair of makeshift holsters out of a belt and practiced drawing her two blaster carbines out from them. Not too bad, she thought. Along with the four extra power packs in her pocket, she was as ready as she could be for any potential threats. She turned to her droid, "What's the area look like?"
Silhar:
"That >>scum<<, par excellance, is not bad with blasters. Short blasters, more precisely.", barked West in response.
"And I am afraid that we lack chains long and thick enough to have anything choking on them, so blasters must be sufficent..."
Xander Morhaime:
The dark trooper laughed coldly, removing the shackles from the rebel's arms. "Well, good luck finding one around here that still works. If you were thinking I'd give you one of mine... my brain hasn't needed replacing yet. Keep dreaming," he replied. "Of course, you try anything funny and I'll summarily rip your arms. Now, if you were so keen to go out and explore... by all means, go ahead," the clone said, taking a few steps back and motioning with his hand at the fungal jungle surrounding them.
Silhar:
The Rebel stood up from the seat, massaging hurt wirsts.
"Well, they ain't need no ripping, thanks. Another few hours in those bloody shackles and I would be harmless already.", he hissed.
Wasting no time, he roamed down the ramp, breathing deeply. The leg ceased to work and the rebel fell down on the bloodied soil.
"Air... Fresh air... Oh my...", whispered Vince in reprieve, trying to get up, yet somehow willing to lie in the green grass. "I forgot the taste of it already."
Then, he decided to examine the former battlefield, bodies, wrecks. Just in case someone left there something still working after all those years. He hoped that it was true officers' weapons were not made of cheap materials...
Vince was no medic, but he tried to guess the reason of the mess around.
Gargulec:
From inside the shuttle, you heard the long litany of profanities, definitely put up by Skye. Soon, your pilot approached you on the ramp. She was just in her t-shirt... Apparently, Felucia was to hot to wear thick, grey imperial uniform jacket. Judging by the look of her face, she was not bringing good news.
'Well, it appears that we are not going to Coruscant any time soon' she muttered. 'Given enough time, I could fix main drives... But to jump to hyperspace, I'd need an working Kuat INT32 or INT33 motivator. They are as widespread as twin ion engines, or stupidity... But in civilized places.'
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