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Silhar:
"Oh bummer.", said West, half due to recent problems, half due to a pretty stunning look of their pilot's. She definitely had it.

"And if we had only main drives fixed, wouldn't we try finding some civilized place to get parts we lack ?", he proposed. "Damn, if I didn't leave my starmaps on Canceron..."

Of course, "finding some civilized place" was a delicious opportunity to somehow disappear in the crowd, but that he did not say.
Maybe I'd find some contact there. Or I'd make some... ? Half-bionic imperial dark troopers make good slaves, after all. And the woman... She said something about The Force. Can this be possible that the Twi'lek is a Jedi ?...
Finding nothing of interest in the grass, he lied down on the ramp, staring at the sky above and pondering.

Xander Morhaime:
"I'm pretty sure the shuttle interior is as civilised a place as we're going to find on Felucia," CX pointed out, always eager to rain on everyone's parade. "Granted, there's always the possibility of finding some black market post somewhere on the planet, but I doubt they'd give us the parts we'd need without us having to put down all of your vital organs and those of three generations of your future descendants as a down payment," he informed the rebel, calmly shouldering the repeating blaster.

"Our best bet at the moment is to find an LAAT or some such in good condition, or perhaps a larger ship with its hyperdrive still in one piece. I spotted a Sep core ship while we were landing, it's as good a place to start as any."

At this point, he turned to the pilot. "Any chance you could put this thing to hover with just the repulsor systems for an extended period of time? Keeping it on the ground and open around here isn't exactly the best long-term plan."

Gargulec:
'Black market post?' Skye looked intrigued. 'That would explain it... You see, during our descent, shuttle sensors picked up some energy readings that surely were not emitted by anything alive. In fact, it looked like of some kind generator, or something. Anyway, we... could... change the ship hyperdrive to a salvaged one, but it would take a lot of effort. And we could always strike 'blaster in his face' kind of deal with blackmarkteres.'

She turned towards the titanic shell of core ship visible in the distance.

'One way or another' she added 'we need to know where we can find this... trading post, if it exists. And, well, such ships as this wreck used to have a very reliable and robust sensors, so you could possibly use them to find out, while on search for the hyper drive. And, after all, it is kind of big, so from atop of it, you could just mark one eyeball.'

'And, well, about hovering... No way. Those repulsors are weak, and I don't want to damage them. I'll just shut the ramp, when you leave. And, honestly, I've never heard of animal that can rip through durasteel, so there is no danger. I'd be more concerned about flying away.'

Xander Morhaime:
"Well, I'd rather not risk seeing what a rancor might do to the shuttle, all the same... but I suppose we should check out that ship wreck, and get a lay of the land while we're at it," CX said. "Can that droid of yours point us in the general direction?" he asked Fathima, then turned to Skye, "or, for that matter, could the shuttle's sensors do that? I've a commlink we can use to keep in touch if it becomes necessary."

Journey:
Fathima resisted to urge to scratch her scalp.  Moisture was starting to accumulate under the blonde wig she was wearing over her natural black hair - her current disguise was not prepared with this kind of environment in mind.  She considered what her companions had said.

"Skye, how sure are you about those energy readings?  If there is a black market out there, it's probably much more likely to have a working motivator than a wreck that's been out there for ages.  Anyways, my droid wasn't able to pinpoint anything useful in this messy environment, but I'll ask it to keep trying.  I'll be right back."

Fathima returned to the shuttle to grab a very compact backpack and placed in it a canteen with a liter of water and some rations, along with the multitool and datapad she was carrying.  She stopped by the refresher to check herself in the mirror, confirming her fears.  There was a small wrinkle on her facial prosthetics, which she now fixed by reattaching the piece, with extra adhesive.  More time in the humid environment probably wouldn't do her ersatz visage any good.  If her companions noticed, how would she explain things?  Well, she would deal with it when the time came.  She stepped back out of the shuttle once more to rejoin the group and called to the trooper.

"Hey, I'm tired of watching the rebel.  Mind switching our prisoners for awhile?  A little variety will help break up the monotony to avoid complacency."

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