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Operation Get-Off-This-Rock [Operation Tarzan]

851 ABY :: Shadda-Bi-Boran Swamp
- [member="Evoros"] - [member="Noah Corek"] - [member="Dish"] -
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A sudden string of happy beeps and whirls erupted from outside of Jrurki’s crude lean-to made of a bolt-hole-ridden fighter wing. She stopped stirring her soup and left to see what her droid was on about, exactly.

As soon as she had ducked out of her hut into the darkened swamp, she had to swat at the flies beginning to swarm around her face. But her face did not stay scrunched up in disgust for long once she saw her knee-high gold-and-blue bot rolling back and forth excitedly near their sparking distress beacon set-up.

“Eefour!” she exclaimed. “You did it!” She took to her knees by her little friend and threw her arms around him.

The two, an SIS cartography team, had been stranded planetside for weeks after a free-roaming pirate crew had shot them down over Shadda-Bi-Boran. They had been tinkering with that antenna, trying to get a signal out, since day two, after setting up shelter.

The primitive beacon was of course all that Jrurki and Eefour could muster with the scavenge from their downed X-Wing, and in such it lacked much, such as an encrypter. Jrurki would not think about it until much later, but she was unwittingly asking anyone to come find her.

Jrurki straightened up. “We should tell them to land on the plains,” she suggested. “The groundquakes are pretty bad--”

Eefour’s next beeps were somewhat annoyed: their beacon could not send a message that long.

“Okay, okay, buddy, I hear ya,” she conceded. “You’re right.”

Getting up and patting her companion on the head, she headed back inside to her dinner of nerf stew, polystarch bread, and powdered blue milk: the last of her military rations.
 
Dish didn't as questions. He didn't ask why he was being sent without his unit, he didn't ask when he wasn't given any details about possible opposition, he didn't ask why a downed cartographer warranted the deployment of an augmented supersoldier meant for killing darksiders to retrieve her, he didn't even as why the craft he'd been given smelled funny. To be fair he just kept his helmet on to deal with that. It was his nature not to question, despite chronologically being at an age where his biggest issue would've been voice cracks in front of a class, the clone had lived a life of unquestioning discipline since the moment he awoke in the world. This operation, however peculiar to him, was his duty, and he would not question it.

As his craft exited hyperspace and descended into the atmosphere of the swamp world, he began looking for the beacon, and a relatively safe place to land. Unfortunately, it appeared the safest place to touch down put a kilometer or two between himself and the downed [member="Jrurki Liz"]. That added time to a mission he had been expressly told was time sensitive, meaning he needed to find a way around it.

Quickly, gloved and gauntleted hands typed out two simple messages that would hopefully reach the woman's astromech.

[LANDING TO NE, 3 CLICKS]
[RV EN ROUTE]

Essentially he'd told her to meet him half way, simple enough he supposed. Flicking on the autopilot the craft landed without a hitch, setting down at the edge of the plains and sending fauna skittering back into the swamp. "Notify me of any responses." He said to the humble astromech which had been sitting idly behind him, which beeped back to let the soldier know it would. Dish patted the droid's dome softly, then scooped up his blaster rifle and made his way to the ships boarding ramp and stepped out onto the planet's surface.

He bet it smelled here too.

[member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Evoros"]
 
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A low-rumbling groundquake had woken the exologist up entirely too early in the morning, but it had been too cold to get up. It was warmer now, but she was not hungry anymore and had no reason to get up until she got some sort of response to her distress call.

Jrurki lay in her makeshift sleeping pad made of a spare blanket, her flight coat, and the insulation pad she had cut off her pilot’s seat. She was munching on the leftover piece of her bread while editing a GIS map of some unknown area (probably from one of the planets she had actually been sent out to survey) on her datapad-watch when Eefour rolled up to her to relay [member="Dish"]'s message.

She quickly powered her gauntlet off, stuffed the bit of food into her mouth, threw her covers off and crossed the mud floor to where her durasteel rucksack sat. The thing was already pretty full with the most expensive pieces, that had not been completely ruined in the crash of course, of her aerial camera, so she rolled up her blanket and pad and attached them to the bottom of her pack.

“Tell them that we’re headed out,” she told Eefour. “Oh, and to watch their footing in the badlands.” During their crash landing, Jrurki had noted mentally the general location of hummocky, erosional topography boxing her in, approximately. It could not have been more that a click or so out from her position in the northeast direction, meaning that she or her rescuer or both would come upon it.

When Eefour had sent a reply off, he got to helping Jrurki cover up their tracks. He began rolling over the coals of last night’s fire to scatter them as she struggled to push the wing over and into the river running past their camp. The scientist then tossed away, piece by piece, their beacon, as Eefour had instructed Dish to switch over to tracking the local frequency built into him.

“C’mon, let’s get goin', bud,” she muttered as she bent to carry him over a wide, but shallow, part of the stream. Then they started off towards their unknown rendezvous zone.

- [member="Noah Corek"] - [member="Evoros"] -
 

Noah Corek

Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
@Dish [member="Jrurki Liz"] [member="Evoros"]

Before the ship had even set down on the planet Noah had been at the top of the boarding ramp and ready to go. Noah decided to mentally go over the gear in his head. Of course he had his armor and he had made sure to check all of its systems before he had even embarked on this mission. Over his armor he had his cloak over that and he had made sure there were no tears or cuts in it. He had his CQCR currently in his hands with a CQB scope with a red dot on top for close encounters, a vertical foregrip to give him a better control of the weapon and a double magazine holder for quicker reloads. Next was his sidearms, one was secured in a holstered magnetically attached to his chest while the other one was secured in a holster mag clamped to his lower back.

Next were the more barbaric instruments that Noah carried. He had his sword freshly sharpened and slung over his back. Freshly sharpened as well were his trench knives, one being sheathed on his right ankle and the other sheathed on his left shoulder plate. His last blade his Honor Blade which was sheathed just below his pistol. Finally to round of his gear Noah carried a bandoleer filled with grenades and a rucksack filled with any essentials supplies he would need. Looking back at the Dreadguard as he approached. "You ready to go kid?" Noah asked as he began to walk down the ramp onto the planet.
 
Dish gave [member="Noah Corek"] a brief thumbs up before walking down the ramp, his opaque visor scanning the area in front of the two soldiers. It wasn't a pleasant planet to look at, that was for sure, and as the ground rumbled it became even less pleasant to be on. Without a word he began walking towards the edge of the swamp, a few beeps over his communicator informing him that [member="Jrurki Liz"] was on her way to meet them.

If all went well, it would be a simple job to link up with their charge and escort them off world. An uneventful operation that he doubted warranted the deployment of special forces operators at his or Corek's level. Then again, uneventful was a welcome change of pace to nearly being bisected every minute he supposed. From the look of things, he had more to worry about with the groundquakes then he did the possibility of a Sith leaping from a bush and trying to murder him.

Bushes were too subtle for Sith anyway, most of them liked to be loud in his experience, they liked to try and strike dread into their targets, but it never worked on him. He was dread after all, it was in the name.
 
Jrurki did not like it here.

Half a click back, she had taken off her fur-lined flight jacket to tie it around her waist once she felt herself begin to overheat.

​She was trying desperately to calm her frayed nerves--probably a side effect of minor dehydration and food deprivation--and not point her EL-16 rifle at everything that made a sound.

"Urgh," she muttered as she ran a hand over her face, the rough fabric of her hand wrap scratching slightly. "Bud, never wish to be an Organic..."

I don't, Eefour beeped as he rolled along to keep up with his owner's purposeful strides. It seems horrible.

"'Right," she sighed. "That's just rude."

A laughing whistle turned into an urgent whirl in warning as the ground shook.

Cracking in the jungle canopy above them. The scientist had barely glanced up before she ran forward a few meters, out of the way of a falling branch. She looked to her side. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Eefour had made it to safety as well.

​A little more cautious now, they pressed on.

- [member="Dish"] - [member="Noah Corek"] - [member="Evoros"] -
 
OOC: So, so sorry about the delay! I promise it won't be a consistent thing.

Her work took her everywhere, and for the most part it was either a benefit or something she overlooked without issue. She'd been to Necropolis. She'd been to 'Shaddaa. For feth's sake, she lived on Arkania.

But a swamp?

It would take a sizable paycheck to be worth this.

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She was close enough to just not lose sight on her target, seamlessly integrated with the shadows and the backdrop as she followed and watched and waited. Tracking in this environment was a pain in the backside, but not undoable. Evoros hated the word.

Missions like these were meant to be straightforward. Track the target until you had a clear in, capture or kill (she had clearance for either, but the latter was a fallback. In case of failure. And Evoros didn't fail).

And it would've been straightforward apart from the target tinkering with a signal. A rescue team was the last thing she needed.

Sighing, Evoros watched her target move onwards and followed suit. She'd be in position soon enough.

[member="Jrurki Liz"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Dish"]​
 
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((OOC: It's no problem!))
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Finally, out of that damned canopy! Jrurki thought as she sliced away the last vine in her way with her vibroknife and ducked out and into the direct sunshine.

It did not take long for Jrurki to regret it. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the light, she was greeted by a whole new landscape, the one she had noted on her crash trajectory: grassland plains riddled with spines of bedded rock. If she had not had to cross the exposures, she might have noted how beautiful they were. And if her evac team would not be prone to strangling her, she might have held them up a few hours in order to do some studies.

The exologist glanced down at her droid companion, then back up at the rocks. "...Looked smaller on our way in," she muttered, not particularly looking forward to hauling them both over the cliff to the other side.

[member="Evoros"] - [member="Dish"] - [member="Noah Corek"]
 

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