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Camping is the WORST [Red Ravens Dominion of Orrazerus]

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Cryax turned to Isaac Ideus and gave him a nod, "I'll be fine, looks like just a scratch." In the meantime, his cybernetic leg was sparking and emitting a tiny thread of black smoke. "But I might need some omnitools," he hastily added with a frown. Looking up, he noticed that they had joined the other Ravens at the rendezvous point, which was basically just another tree. Then a strong smoky smell assaulted his nostrils and clogged his lungs. Was his leg that bad? No, it was...the jungle. The jungle was ablaze.

Suddenly there was a defeaning BOOM. Cryax's glowing red eyes widened as he turned and saw that a gargantuan volcano, the one named Krikatikki, had erupted. Smoke and ash began to pour from the mouth of the giant mountain and soon it would rain down on the entire hemisphere. Kark the forest fire. The Red Ravens were about to be buried in ash.

What was supposed to be a simple camping trip had turned into a something out of a disaster Holo. Cryax blinked and turned to run in the direction of anything that was NOT on fire, when suddenly he was knocked over and trampled by a panicked animal that was either a baby Bantha or Foebacca. It hit him so hard he couldn't really tell which.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Mir Nehrahn"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Isaac Ideus"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Receiving an SOS from a fellow Red Raven Patricia scanned down bellow weighing her options, on one hand it was the right thing to do. To go down there and save Chiasa and everyone else. And on the other hand it was really dark and spooky and there was the chance they were dead, and she would also get mud on her nice high heels. So there was that. All and all Patricia really didn't want to do any of that. So she hailed [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] again and sent through with a message.

"Red Raven Krrrresssh." She made a noise with her mouth like static from a radio.

"This is krrrrssshhh we can't krrrreaashghgh. At this time krrrr over!" Patricia said to Chiasa kind of hoping whatever was down there just sort of murdered them quickly

Getting on her data logger she began to hail a nearby star destroyer her fighter had scouted out from to come provide aid because a giant forest fire had just started up from a volcano and it was not good to be down there.
 
"Dakita for the love of!"

Chiasa sprinted after [member="Dakita Calfur"] glad she didn't have hair, but still not enjoying the flames licking at her. So help her is any of this scarred..

"He's on a space ship! It withstands atmospheric entrance! He'll be fine! The fire will just go past the ships, it won't be able to penetrate them!"

The Twi'lek was having a hard time fighting off bouts of coughing as the smoke got into her lungs. She tackled Dakita, tugging her back towards the group where the fire had largely already passed and the smoke and embers had become the more insidious enemy.

Her comm unit was binging, someone had replied but between wrestling Dakita, dodging wildlife, and trying not to burn alive she didn't really have time to deal with it, had to hope that someone was coming.

And now a volcano was exploding. WONDERFUL.

"I HATE THIS PLANET!"

The Twi'lek snarled up at the sky.

[member="Mir Nehrahn"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
The Ranator star destroyer boomed out of hyper space and into the orbit of space Australia. Patricia's fighter was now dwarfed by the massive structure and she sighed in relief. Whoever was down there, they were going to be saved and she didn't have to lift one of her pretty fingers to do so. Flying over to the two thousand meter ship the fighter parked itself in the hanger and Patricia pulled out of the fighter and dropped down to the hanger floor where she was greeted with a martini.

"I wonder how they are doing down there?" Patricia asked to herself

Walking over to a lounge area she sat down in a cushy comfy chair to sip her awesome drink. Life was so good when you didn't have to deal with camping.

"Go save them or something." Patricia said to an assistant and shooed them away. Hopefully the workers on this ship could get going quickly
 
Dak fell under Chiasa with a thud. As the Twi'lek dragged her out of the burning forest, she wailed and cried. Poor Wilhelm was in there all alone! And her ship would about to burn up in the forest fire along with all of her prized possessions like that neon green and magenta bodyglove. How dare the Twi'lek stop her!

But dejectedly she followed Chiasa and said, "I'm so sorry for burning up the jungle. I don't know what came over me. Some kind of jungle fever," she said. Her face was hot and flushed but that was because the air was over 1000 degrees Farenheit. "Promise me that we'll come back for Wilhelm. Please? He is my best friend."

Dakita was inconsolable but she had grown so attached to that fluffy, white eating and pooping machine that she could barely breathe. Or it could have been all of the smoke around them. Either way she collapsed on the ground and her body was racked with painful sobs. Her shoulder was blistering with a second degree fire burn.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Roadblock"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 
Camping gear: check

Mosquito net: check

Rations and canteen: check

Flame retardant huntsuit: Feck no!

Octavia Dominia, infochant and double agent was spending the night on Orrazerus, in order to persuade an Orrazerus warlord, a Togruta named Ryo Hunter, to give her some information on a shipment of weapons for the Red Ravens to intercept. And by "persuade," Octavia usually meant bang, let's not mince words. She was at one of the few bars on the planet a fun little place called The Kill Room, when she heard what sounded like orbital bombardment raining down upon the planet. She held up one expensively-manicured finger and peeked out the window.

Holy moly, the mighty Krikatikki was erupting. From what she had read from the travel Holobrochure. Krikatikki only erupted once in a hundred years or so. There also looked to be a large forest fire blazing to the north. No doubt a rocky fireball hurtling from Krikatikki's maw must have hit some trees and started that blaze. Couldn't be anything like someone tossing a match carelessly over one's shoulder or setting fire to some hairspray or an errant deathstick.

With as much composure as she could muster, Octavia ran-walked back to the table and gulped down her drink, gesturing for Ryo to do the same. "Do you uh, have a ship nearby?" she asked. Feck the information. Now she needed Ryo for a completely different reason, to get her the frell off this hellish planet.
 
How quickly the mood of a situation could change. Kur's feelings for visiting a jungle that wanted to digest him were somewhere between revulsion and fear. Kur's feelings on flying through a forest fire and nearby geothermal explosions were somewhere between elated and thrilling. Mir, on the other hand, was not in such a good mood. As Kur spared a glance amidst his maneuvering towards the bio-specialist, the originally borderline-excited Ithorian was now somewhere between disgust and fuming anger. "Not all of it is on fire, ya know," Kur offered his friend as he input calculations, recalculations, and steered the yoke down through the atmosphere at an aggressive angle.

Mir began to warble in Ithorese. Kur had picked up just enough of the language in two or so decades he had known the scientist to catch words here and there. The first few times Kur had heard direct translations through Mir's translation device, he had been amazed that such a normally peaceful species had such a colorful array of curses. Naturally, those were some of the first words Kur had made an effort to learn and he had to stifle something between a laugh and a guffaw as Mir went through the lot of the ones the Duros knew and ones he had yet to familiarize himself with.

"As much as you'd like to tell our soon-to-be passengers how you feel, you might consider cooling down. We do work for them, ya know." As Mir stood and left the cockpit, Kur allowed his attention to completely focus on his flying. His calculations would have to be precise. The superheated air close to the volcano would provide an incredible amount of turbulence, and the updrafts would be powerful enough to do more than just shake the ship. Plus the lava. And the fire.

Something between a grin and a smirk grew on Kur's face as Luck's Revenge bolted through atmospheric layers. He began applying all of the reverse repulsorlifts in order to slow the freighter to appropriate speeds in order to come to a hover over the site where the distress signal was sent from. He projected the holographic scan of the area and found a decent enough spot. He wouldn't be able to land completely, but he'd manage. Picking out the life signs, he located a spot that would work for boarding.

The ship slowed, easily visible for anyone paying attention to the sky, which, considering the volcano, was probably a good shot, and the flames around the land party fanned slightly. Kur lowered the loading ramp to the freighter and extended it as far as he could, though it was still slightly off the ground. The Duros flipped on the exterior speaker system. "Get on or get left!"

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Roadblock"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Taking another sip of her martini Patricia sighed and relaxed in her easy chair, she was living the life right now. A nice drink, a good view into space. Yup, this was it. And hey if her co workers were burned horribly on that planet then she was moving on up in the galaxy. So she just kept to herself as red raven crews were scrambling and starting to move down to the surface of the planet. It was pretty simple, set up a few hunting parties to capture some of the local wildlife. Some James Bond villain somewhere would want a murder tree for their secret layer right?

Yes, yes they would.

"Come on gentlemen we don't have all day." Patricia said in a very sweet voice of a mother

Patricia kicked back in her chair and sunk into it loving every moment of it's sweet relaxing vibes. So great, so so great.
 
"We will definitely come back for him!"

The Twi'lek managed to choke out, trying to cover her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow and not doing very well. It didn't actually seem to help at all, but it made her feel slightly better about things to be doing something.

Of course we will, my ship and droids are back there.. I paid for those, I'm not just abandoning them..

Movement and noise overhead caught her eye. A ship! Thank the gods! While she had managed to avoid most of the actual flames, her skin was starting to feel tight and painful, it was like the desert all over again.

So help me if I blister..

"Come on! If you die here who will feed Wilhelm?"

Adrenaline was one thing, but oxygen starved as she was starting to be, the Twi'lek was not keen on trying to drag [member="Dakita Calfur"] all the way over to the ramp and safety as offered by [member="Mir Nehrahn"] and Co. Maybe if one of the gents could stop looking bewildered and lend a hand... [member="Cryax Bane"] had an excuse at least, his legs were giving him trouble and he'd just been slightly trampled.

[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Roadblock"]
 
Rising to his feet, Cryax brushed the dirt off of his huntsuit and picked a stray leaf out of his ear. Not only did that Bantha or whatever it was, hurt like hell, but it left a large hoof-mark on the side of his cheek. He looked around and first saw a very woozy-looking Chiasa trying to console a clearly hysterical Dakita. The second thing he saw was a nearby freighter with its ramp down. Thank the Maker, they could get the feth out of there.

He limped over to Dakita, picked her up off the ground and gave her a fierce backhanded slap. "Get yourself together, woman!" shouted the Chiss in his best dad voice. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but by all that is good and holy, you'd better get your ass on that ship right now!" He pointed to the waiting freighter.

Then, muttering in Cheuhn, Cryax hooked his hands under Dakita's underarms and started dragging her backwards towards the freighter. Crazy Zeltron wench.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]
 
Dakita went limp as Cryax Bane dragged her to the freighter. Between the slap and his harsh tone, there was a brief moment she was taken back to Zeltros with her crazy gypsy adopted mom punishing her for not only snorting her spice but sleeping with her mom's boyfriend. Man, those were the days.

But suddenly she thought about Wilhelm and broke into a fresh round of sobbing. She had the urge to fight off her boss like feral animal would and take a bite out of his blue hand but she had no more strength left. Her shoulder was all blistered up and she was exhausted from running around in the acrid smoke. Who knew arson could be so tiring.

Once they were up the ramp, Dak collapsed into the ship. It would feel really good to sleep right here, she thought, curling up around Cryax Bane's feet.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Mir Nehrahn"]
 
Trained responses were an an incredible adaptation that life miraculously developed on its own. While some would say that sentient beings were the only ones that could, in effect, "be trained," any form of life that was capable of responding to a stimulus was in fact capable of learning. An animal that could sense a threat by the appearance of an unknown object or sound or smell would also learn, by trial and error, what foods were appropriate to be eaten by those of their species, could also learn to feel out different terrain and know where to walk or run to avoid injury. Even plants, despite a typical necessity to remain in place, could learn responses not only based on their genetic makeup, but also the changes in stimuli occurring around them. At some point during the evolutionary chain, a flower learned to open during the day to take in sunlight, and close at night to preserve it's most precious parts from harm. At another point, seeds were given wings or other lighter-than-wind carrying devices that enabled the species to spread its genes across areas larger than just the drop of a fruit from a tree. Those these alterations in physiology occured over longer stretches of geologic time than the trained responses of an animal, or even a sentient animal, there had to have been a first plant to have taken that step. While not particularly behavioral, this progression, in another perspective, could easily be viewed as a form of training.

The carnivorous plants of Orrazerus were no different. At one time in their genealogical ancestry, the flower of one of those ancestors was likely exposed to a new form of nutrition: the blood of an animal. The genetic material of the plant was such that this blood must have had a positive effect on the species, thus creating what sentients would consider to be a "thirst." The species would have to have been exposed to blood numerous times over, allowing for this "thirst" to develop into a necessity for the plant's sustenance. It likely had thorns or spines of sort sort, initially defense mechanisms, which had also been a learned physiological trait at one time, in order to initially draw out the blood. Eventually, the flower of the planet would have developed ways of attracting animals to it, allowing for a stationary life-form to ensure it would always have prey nearby. As the animals of the habitat learned how dangerous these plants were, they would have naturally retreated to safe distances in order to preserve their own kind. And, as a final response to this, and largely due to their immobile status, the plant reached it's final, or rather current, stage where the flower became capable of a wider array of movement while attached to its trunk, allowing for a greater chance of catching the prey moving around it.

These were the things that Mir had desired to observe and, if possible, sample while visiting Orrazerus. The detour he was forced to endure, however, demonstrated a different nature of trained responses, in this case from the Ithorian. While similar in the concept of routine, drilling, repetition, or schedule, his training as a medic was not directly geared towards evolution or self-preservation. In fact, what was seen as the selflessness of medics, doctors, and any sort of surgeon or physician were often considered among the greatest examples of what separated sentient species from the feral ones. Mir tended to believe that was a lie used to comfort other sentients from recognizing that medics were unnecessary in feral species, as the conflicts that sentients fought amongst themselves were primarily exclusive to their level of "higher understanding."

The lumbering Ithorian babbled his frustrations at the ignorance of sentient beings in regards to life under his breath in his native language, not likely to be understood by their new passengers, as his trained medical responses carried out their actions almost subconsciously. He passed out rebreathers for symptoms of oxygen deprivation and began treating some of the burn and physical wounds with bacta patches and salves. With the loading ramp closed behind the evacuees, Mir felt the ship's repulsolifts boost them away from Orrazerus gravity and back towards space.

Moments later, Kur appeared, having left the ship on autopilot. He couldn't hear what Mir was saying, but he was quite glad his Ithorian friend had decided to leave his translator off. "Just a head's up. We're making for the Nexu Tango. Should be there shortly. They'll have better medsuites; wait for the fire to burn itself out before returning."

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
 
Chiasa for her part, after stumbling up the ramp eyes watering from the smoke, accepted the rebreather with gratitude. Struggling to breathe deeply and cleanse her lungs, as well as chase away the lightheadedness. She had no idea what the Ithorian was going on about, but quite frankly as long as he kept supplying the soothing salves to make sure her precious skin remained unmarred she didn't care.

To hell with the eco-system and all that nonsense, she just didn't want any scars. A girl had to have priorities.

She did listen as the Duros, came down to address them. The Nexu Tango was nearby? Good, [member="Dakita Calfur"] was in rough shape. Though nothing looked life threatening, she could probably use being tossed in a bacta tank or something. Chiasas medical knowledge was admittedly limited.

"Glad you were nearby. I suppose this is where I'm meant to make jokes about things getting hot down there but.. It could have been bad for us if you weren't. Thank you."

Sudden suspicion had her eyes narrowing as she moved to check the messages on her comm unit. There was [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] calling in, then the Luck's Revenge and then..

No.

No.

Really?

Had she really just?

That schutta! That.. that si'nili bo'ie tuseo, tislera bo banoo nedhana, karuser, sarhohu'a si'nuliju'a si'dkie bo inhehao!

Did she really think Chiasa would not be able to tell actual static from someone making noises with their mouth? Really?

[member="Mir Nehrahn"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
 

Foebacca

Blood Squadron Combat Air Commander
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Mir Nehrahn"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Octavia Dominia"]

Foebacca looked around at the flaming foresty death. Dakita was on his chit-list for this one that was not a good thing. Fraking Zeltrons. With that he looked around for ways to get back to his ship and get away from the fire. He wasn't afraid of the forest fire...more upset that the trees were being destroyed. Just because they are trying to eat you doesnt mean you burn them down. He found a way to his ship and headed that way. His ship had a few scorch marks on but hey it had character now. Getting in Foebacca started pre-launch checks and strapped into the cokpit before he lifted off the now dieing planet and blasted off into orbit.
 
Kur gave something between a harumph and a chuckle as he resisted rolling his eyes at [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]' temperature pun. "Sure," he responded plainly, both accepting and dismissive of her thanks. They had only started working with the Ravens recently, but considering the Luck's Revenge's recent criminal history, that being stealing the Luck's Revenge plus bank robbing an incredible amount of credits to repair said ship, and the wealth of connections and resulting jobs available that they had access to as a result, Kur figured they'd made the right choice. The crew of the Luck needed protection and a way to make a living, and the Red Ravens could always use capable bodies. As it stood then, having a bunch of the Ravens owe them one wasn't a bad thing either.

As the Ithorian lumbered about his medic business, and neither of them being particularly great conversationalists, Kur figured it best not to hang around too much. "Make yourselves at home," he said to their crowd of passengers, turning back towards the cockpit with a cool, slight wave. He didn't get very far as he, very uncoolly, stumbled and nearly tumbled over a little brown ball of fur on the way. The Tynnan had snuck up behind Kur, lightly holding on to his baggy pant leg and peering around the much taller Duros. Sometimes Kur forgot the little guy was no longer an adolescent. "Give a yank next time so I know you're there, ya know."

Stannon just looked up at Kur, his eyes wide. "Well?" Kur prodded.

"I... I... I...," the Tynnan began, softly stuttering.

"Come to say hello?" Kur prodded further, knowing quite well the shy furball would do no such thing under most circumstances.

"N-n-n-n-no. A-A-A-I-I mean, hi. A-A-I mean no," Stannon continued to stammer, attention wavering between his nervousness of their visitors, his nervousness around Kur, and whatever it was he was trying to say.

Kur resisted any impatient gesturing and simply gave something between a sigh and a groan. "Something about the ship...?" Kur led.

"Y-Y-Y-Yes! The ship!" Stannon managed, and then eased seamlessly into his extremely fast-paced, almost-chittery speech patterns. "The ship needs repairs to the repulsorlifts or we won't be able to land again. Your vector and speed exerted too much force on those systems. The additional strain caused by the fire and the changes in air pressure through the atmosphere meant Luck just came in to the landing zone too hot!"

Kur exhaled and facepalmed. "I'm quite well done with all these heat puns." Shaking his head, he made for the cockpit again. "Guess the Nexu Tango will need to tractor beam us in." So much for the Ravens owing him anything.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Mir Nehrahn"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Foebacca"]

Getting her feet rubbed by a droid with the hands of an angel Patricia let out a soft groan and continued to gossip about things.

"And then she said, oh I didn't know you were going to present yourself like that at a meeting." Patricia said and took a sip of her martini

"And I'm thinking queen you better say that to my face cause I'll slap the orange off that ass." Patricia let out another groan then sipped the martini again.

"And then my sister was telling me that I need to play the field again and really I just want to scope out my options. I mean queen with all the sweets you cram down your throat I have no idea how you keep your form. So then I was like-" Patricia was cut off by her comm link and a voice of a communication officer.

"Um Ma'am. One of our ships nearby is requesting a tractor pull, do we engage?" The voice asked and Patricia finished off her drink.

"Yeah why not, I guess." She said then waved her hand before pressing a few buttons on her chair that started to vibrate and massage.

"Ooooh yeah~" she said as her voice shook and the stress melted from her body.

Outside the tractor beams activated and began to pull the ship towards the Nexu Tango and it's massive form so it could dock.
 
In the wake of Akala's rampage, numerous governments saw their territories diminished. It became simply impossible to maintain control over one's region when chaos reigned supreme. Amongst those affected were the Red Ravens, a criminal syndicate that had recently become the business partner of Stargo Defense Enterprises. Their enterprise to restore their lost holdings had brought them to this particular world today, and it was not long before an SDE task force was dispatched to aide them.

As per the usual, their arrival was Heralded over the comm channels, asking about the details of the operation and what could be done to assist. In the meantime, the CEO himself had a small sum of business to attend to. He had recently received an anonymous transmission from a heavily encrypted source ([member="Jared Ovmar"]). It contained coordinates and a brief statement of gratitude for the corporation's assistance in repairing the Sluis Van Station. It was not everyday that one obtained such a message, so Isley decided to investigate.

Alone.

Descending to the planet's surface in a simple dropship, the Mandalorian followed the coordinates to what could only be described as a ridiculously old structure. Rust and decay had crippled the building's integrity...and overall it had the appearance of a storage unit. Isley could not understand why the message would send him to such a place, but he was going to see it through to the very end. Disembarking from the dropship, tentative steps brought him to the door...which was then kicked down without little hesitation.

Light flooded into the dark space immediately, allowing Isley to see that which laid in the rear of the room. It was a familiar sight, one that he hadn't seen in years.

"Motir." he breathed, hoping for the best.

He got exactly what he wanted. Power moved about the slumbering beast's form, propelling it's hulking form to a standing position. Then, with the obedience of a domesticated beast, the Cin Bes'uliik returned to its master.

Permission was given by Jared Ovmar to reclaim the Cin Bes'uliik in this manner. Skype verification can be found here: x, x
 
"Any repairs you need will be covered and provided of course."

This went largely without saying, but it was good to say it all the same. People had to know that they would not be penalized for assisting. There were a few organizations where they likely would make folks pay for and fix their own ship, regardless of what it had been damaged doing. Stupid. All that did was make it unlikely that anyone was going to come to your aid and risk anything next time.

It wasn't long before the ship was docked, repairs were underway and the larger medbay okayed people as being in acceptable condition. Making her way to the bridge the Twi'lek looked through the viewport at the wildfire swiftly spreading out of control, the volcanoes causing widespread destruction, and the ungodly ash clouds being spewed into the air.

"Bugger that. Let's go home. We'll come back later, when the planet is less tolqual'i."

Besides, a burnt down planet required different equipment than just one with missing folks. Prefab buildings to reconstruct the outpost for one. New people to man said outpost. Supplies both for the initial period and to make sure they were sustainable.

"Send a tug to grab the person ships left behind. I wan't my ship and droids. And Dakita will want Wilhelm. I did promise."

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A couple weeks later.

The ships boomed out of hyperspace, back into orbit around the worst goddamned planet in the galaxy. Still, she'd gotten singed for this stupid thing, she refused to give it up. It was going to belong to her and that was that, even if she did spend the rest of her career ignoring it and refusing to justify its existence.

Cargo holds were backed with prefrabricated buildings and walls, as well as flame throwers to mount on said walls. As long as he burn was kept under control it seemed like a solid plan to maintain a burn between the settlement and the jungle. Well. The Jungle when it grew back in any case.

Another ship was full of folks who'd been only slightly conned into agreeing to be settlers. Either because they were slaves offered their freedom as long as they lived on Orrazerus, or because they were poor folks who thought it might be an opportunity, or well of folks who had romantic ideas about playing settlers. Basically they were all bloody stupid, but so long as they managed to survive and stay in contact, this was hardly her fault. All right it was kind of her fault. Look she'd check in now and again all right?

In any case, the Twi'lek and the Ravens were back. Setting up the settlement was the name of the game, though some intended to go do scientific things she didn't really understand but supported in principal because who knew, maybe there was a profit to be made here. One could hope. Some new poison that would take the assassination community by storm or something.

She was overseeing. And maybe teaching a trick or two to some of the newcomers. It all depended on how things unfolded. And if all went to plan.

"Find me a fairly level site, if it's elevated, good. Make sure it has access to water and decent soil."

"On it."

Hen tip-tapped away at the sensors, before grinning.

"Got it, taking us in now."

[member="Jenna Templar"]
[member="Taenya"][member="Judas Zambrano"][member="Break"][member="Zenva Vrotoa"][member="Jasem Wardon"] [member="Genu Kudd"][member="Mir Nehrahn"][member="Amelia Deathman"][member="Khaleel Malvern"][member="Octavia Dominia"] [member="Allyson Locke"]
 
Mir never saw the point in thinking about what happened to a soul after death. He wasn't a particularly metaphysical thinker. He was practical. He observed his surroundings and learned what he could from them. But a spirit or a soul? These were not things he could see; not things he could touch or perceive in any way he had available to him. Sure, there were users of some mystical magic known as the Force flying around the galaxy, preaching their philosophies, fundamentally insisting their correctness, performing parlor tricks in evidence of their connection to some greater power. Mir had seen these people, had seen their magic. He wasn't impressed. After all, they were physical beings too. They would die like all life died. Were they more powerful than he? Perhaps, but then so was a whaladon. Mir wasn't about to pick a fight, rather he just didn't care.

His interest in death was the same as his interest in life. Life was a precious thing, often undervalued in the forms it took and the freedom from inanimacy it offered. But death was precious too. Death gave way for new life, not only in the same form it took before, but in new forms, in new evolutions. Perhaps this new life would even be an entirely unique form, not based off of previous genomes, but completely on its own chain. Without death, there was no life, and vice versa. He could reconcile survival, Mir could even reconcile ignorance. After all, life took many forms.

In the end, he supposed his greatest fear was immortality. How abominable, passed through his mind.

Mir sat in a lounge looking out into hyperspace. After his previous intentions of coming to Orrazerus had been made known, he had been asked to return for scientific purposes. The job paid, and he got to keep the samples he collected. Considering the state of the world after having suffered not only a massive forest fire but also a volcanic eruption, making some effort to preserve the ecosystem, one that was becoming more and more delicate by the day, his expertise in the field might come in handy. Or maybe he'd just get in the way. Mir really didn't care.

Regardless, the ships dropped from hyperspace back to realspace near Orrazerus and he prepared to disembark.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]​
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
[member="Octavia Dominia"]
[1/20]

Orrazerus, a planet of lost treasure and civilizations, at least that’s what the rumors told them wherever they rested for the night. Most of the time he wouldn’t have really cared what those rumors told them, rumors said a lot of things, they claimed the wildest and craziest of things. But this time Khaleel believed them, why? Didn’t really matter, what mattered was that Khal had some inside info that told them that somewhere in the valley beneath them? There should be a cave entrance, and the cave entrance would lead to a cavernous system.

And that system would lead them to treasure, gold, ancient artifacts and most importantly- Nah, they weren’t ready for that piece of information yet, it would come eventually.

How ya holding up, Vi?’ Khal said over his shoulder, as he looked out over the cliff towards their eventual destination. They didn’t bring any climbing tools with them, and even if they had? Neither of ‘em had any experience in those spoils, so it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

Nah, they would need to take a different route, luckily Khal knew one. Strange how a Crime Lord with no past experience on Orrazerus knew exactly where they were supposed to be going, huh?
 

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