Private The Great Nexu Hunt

[Han Tuusoc]

location: Shattered Stone Wilderness Preserve, Loth
objective: Save Mia and omen

Han would Wince as he turns to see omen down. The shot to his side seems to have gotten threw and struck meat as he would be leaking "Mia be a dear and Head back to the ship Ill haul Omens crippled butt off the battlefield...we might need to land somewhere not inhabited by droids."

pulling out his second blaster Han began to engage the droids blasters akimbo as he made his way to the downed Omen. taking down another droid with multiple blaster shots to the torso and head. as he made it to Omen he crouched down
taking a shot or two in the back but his armor holding. if Omen let him he would begin combat carrying Omen back to the ship. "common little brother were getting you to the doc."

the blaster shots and firepower from the other allies lighting up the droids as the various creatures ran scared as the landing zone became a new flashpoint for a droid battle. one thing is certin and that from the droids alone they would have a decent paycheck. if they lived long enough to see it.

 

[Mia Mereel]

POLITICAL REGION: Bryn’Adul SPACE
LOCATION: Haunted Cave, Shattered Stone Wilderness Preserve, Loth
Objectives: Rescue Desert Nexu., Loth-cats, Loth-wolves. Collect biome samples, plants for future restoration. Survive the Bryn’adul
TAGS: [ Sethrak ] [ Sergeant Omen ] [ Han Tuusoc ] [ Eliz Krayt ] [ Vrun Ryssic ] [ Arash Garshasp ] [ Vulcan Krayt ]
THREAT(s) for you to destroy, if you choose: more old, battle droids.
TARGET(s) Most surviving critters have dashed into the cave as Battle erupts.

Moving carefully, so as to herd the creatures she was trying to save into the cave, Mia was able to mostly block the exchange she’d just seen from her memory. It wasn’t the blood and brawling that most haunted her, even though that has its share of awful. No, it was Han’s suicidal streak and the cruelty to Omen that kept flashing through her mind, only to be firmly shoved aside in favor of geology and life-sign readings. A flare of light nearly blinded her; would have, if not for her anti-flare mods. A second flash, and this time she recognized that peculiar smell/sound combo as a blaster fired just passed her head.

Hearing what was said about the probe droid, she called out, “No!” Just a moment too late. For the Probe droid wasn’t an old, clone era cast off. It was modeled upon one; but her sensors revealed that it was very high tech and modern.

Bryn’adul.

[ Han Tuusoc ] The suicidal White Wolf warrior leapt between Mia and two battle droids crawling their way out of the desiccated, poisoned soil. “That would have been more impressive before I knew you wanted to die!” She shouted at him, jumping to the side, heart pounding in real terror; she hadn’t been this afraid since her Verd’gotten. The ancient Droids were rising up in twos and threes all over, shouting obsolete tactical instructions to each other. Mia didn’t know where to step or move; they were everywhere!

[ Sergeant Omen ] Omen’s shots flashed by, precise and technical, cool and clean. In another time and place, Mia would have been impressed, but she was too busy breathing dirt with her face in the poisoned soil. It irritated her that she’d dropped at once when he’d shouted his command, ‘Down.’ A spinal reflex, obeyed unthinkingly, when shouted by a voice she trusted.

It wouldn’t save her, though. That kriffin’ droid had started its self-destruct sequence, anyway, and he was too far away. Mia lunged towards it, anyway. She didn’t have to touch it, even, if she could just get close enough—

A shriek ripped free, when powerful arms wrapped around her and hefted her without any warning! Omen pivoted; molten metal pierced his flimsy plastoid armor, his own body and blood a living shield as the droid exploded. Mia shuddered in horror, in grief and guilt. Tears welled, but fell unheeded, as Omen dropped her in a paroxysm of pain.

Even as he struggled back to a firing position, Mia had torn open her back pack and withdrew a hypo-spray; the first one was synergin, for shock. Then a syringe of bacta, to stop his internal organs from melting. Shock waves could do that to you, though sometimes they took a few hours to achieve it. Omen was giving orders - and haar’chak, if he wasn’t good at it. Trouble was, he had his priorities all wrong.

COM to All: ⌁ The Probe Droid was from the Bryn’adul. They know we are here! ⌁

Using her Cybernetic link to The Echoy’la Sun, she summoned the full complement of support, mining and fighter craft. But she shuffled their load-out, calling the Peth-Pinook series fighters in for an ION cannon strafing run, with instructions to use their Warhead launcher to fire stun rounds in the vicinity of the cave.

The Y8 mining vessels were equipped with a wide array of tractor and pressor beams; Mia was praying they could keep the cave from collapsing.

The G-Type Light Shuttle was summoned, too. Surprise was lost; stealth was pointless.

[ Vulcan Krayt ] a second vast explosion rocked the area, shaking the earth, as Vulcan’s Thermal Detonator went off. A terrifying lurch, the chuck of the rock they stood upon dropped, angled with it’s north tip vanishing into blackness, as the bomb opened a new entrance to the caverns below. Creaking ominously, it seemed entirely possible that the entire slab could drop; on the other hand, they had an escape much, much closer than the ship.

[ Vrun Ryssic ] Though the Trandoshan was positively filled with weapons it was his hybrid assault rifle that deserved an hour or so of Mia’s time; so versatile. And .. hah! Stun rounds. With almost no reaction that Mia could detect, the huge Hunter decimated their ancient, metallic foe. Yet she heard that hiss of annoyance, and realized that young Vulcan could end up in trouble if he weren’t careful. A new source of terror and horror. Shaking, her voice rippling with fear, She COMM’d the team again.

COM to All: ⌁ Call out your prey, Vrun, and we will leave it be unless you give us permission to share the glory of the kill with you. ⌁

And then Han spoke to her.

“I’m no one’s shabla dear, and I’m finishing my ois’ka mission.” It steadied her, a little to quarrel with Han. Better angry than afraid; think of the work, not the warm blood spilling out of the two warriors, and onto her.

“There is no other place to land, no other place to get what we came here for. We have about 15 minutes, maybe less, to get these creatures out of here. Because by then the Bryn’adul will have arrived. And when they do they will SLAUGHTER every living thing here. The people and the animals sheltering here will be dead, because we could not be kriffing’ quiet.”

Gesturing to the newly formed entrance without looking up from her work on Omen’s wounds, she added “The cave will give us cover when my air strike gets here. Then get everything we can lift into the shuttles and Fighters. Rendezvous with the Echoly’la sun midair, and jump the hell out of here.” Without ever seeing a Bryn’adul, she hoped.

Desperately hoped.

She stabbed Han with a long, sharp needle, feeding Bacta right into his still bleeding wound, then slapped a repair patch over his armor, to restore the vacuum seal.

“I’m a medic and I will bloody well say when Omen can be moved.”

Returning her attention to the shrapnel covering Omen’s backside, she added, “Want me to summon your ship, too? Folks can pile Droid bits into it, if they want. And this’ll shab’la hurt.”

She used a plasma cutter from her doctor’s bag to burn the protruding ends of the impaling shrapnel off, rather than risk having him bleed out right here. It hurt; badly. She had to burn it off -inside- the amor, not at the outside, or any shot, blow or move could kill him. A foam gel, around each one and a shot of pain killer would give him the illusion of mobility. Until a bad roll drove one through a vital organ. But he was a combat vet, he knew the score; so she simply uploaded her Med Scan of the wounds, the shrapnel, and their position in his body to his HUD. Then it was his turn for a repair patch - same material used on space ships - to plug the holes in his armor and restore his vacuum seal.

“Purge and recycle your air, both of you. Let me know if you need extra tanks.”

“Now you can move him. Don’t bend him! It could kill him.”

Then she would sprint down that teetering rock face, and disappear below.

 

[Han Tuusoc]

Location: Cave with Omen and Mia.
Objective: Help everyone survive.
Equipment: Silver and black beskar armor, blaster pistol carbine, high capacity blaster pistol, various combat stims.

When Mia shouted at him before and after she began patching him and omen up. with everything happening so fast he let out a chuckle. "and they call me the crazy one...your alright Mia....well make a good mando outta you yet." Looking down at Omen in his current state he would shake his head.

it would take longer than 15 minutes just to get Omen able to walk again if the Bryn’adul got here walking over to Omen he crouched down next to the clone. "Sorry for the fight back there on the ship, Do me a favor Make sure everyone gets back to the ship okay will you?" Standing us he begins to walk back to the mouth of the cave noting everyone grabbing what they can in the form of trophy's. Bringing a smile to his face albeit hidden by his helmet. taking his sheilded blaster carbine off his back he sets it up against the wall. looking back to Mia

"I promise not to get myself killed Naak gota'la Mia, I'll return if anything for this gun its very important to me, Ill buy you more time to work and get what you can if they show up, hell maybe i can bag one of these Bryn’adul myself, if we survive this day I'll share with you two why i think and act the way I do that's a promise."

with that he turned on his music and headed out of the cave intent on buying everyone more time and maybe just maybe killing a Bryn’adul

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Well, this was fun. The Clone now had a pincushion for a butt and was firing round after round into the droid attacker as he tried to ignore the pain. It was then the draining out of oxygen really hit him as all the air started to drain out of his suit, being replaced with the planet's now toxic atmosphere and making him hold his breath. Oh, this was the glorious way to go. But the group's leader was on him quicker than then a jetpacking Mando Shocktrooper and stabbing with various sharp needles that he didn't have time to object to while Mia yelled how she was going to finish the mission no matter what because to do so would let the Byrn would already know of their presence slaughter everything they came to rescue. A good enough reason to be sure and maybe he did panic a little when he wanted to pull out. All he could do now is try to protect her as best as he could.

Omen just waved Han into the cave when he tried to talk about why he did what he did. Right now, he could care less what Han's reasonings were. He didn't have enough brain cells to try to figure that out. After Han left, he grabbed the blaster carbine he had left behind and started to shoot down droids left and right, thanking whatever spirits were out there for this thing is more effective than his stun gun while he tried to stand the pain and embarrassment of Mia's literally trying to get into his armor to remove the metal shards. Soon enough, a med scan showed up on his hud, showing him the actual damage. Both his mechanical legs were reduced to limping at best and he had internal bleeding that had been stopped by Mia's quick thinking. “Purge and recycle your air, both of you. Let me know if you need extra tanks.” The girl leader's request to recycle air just came in the nick of time and he quickly did it before breathing a sigh of relief. It would only have been a couple more seconds before his lungs couldn't take the lack of oxygen anymore and the Clone suffocated.

It was at that point where he had some respite when he heard the minds of the Lolth wolves as the various creatures cried in confusion at the various parties that were invading their home. It was a new feeling that he had never felt before but there was no time to be endlessly aweing at the wolves abilities. Omen was quick to set the record straight with his own weak voice in the force. <We are not here to harm you. Please, exit your cave before the people who do come here to really harm you> Another strong voice came from a growling wolf as it answered him. <You come here with traps and weapons. You are no better than the monsters.> The Clone quickly countered with determination. <It is either a new home after a trip off this hazardous world where we can resettle you or die here. If you decide the wiser opinion, the small ship is for the sick and aged. The rest can run out to the larger ship for shelter. It is your choice.> The Alpha paused, scanning the clone who could make contact with his mind so easily before howling out, making the sound echo throughout the cave and running off towards the cave exit with hundreds if not thousands of various animals from the wolves, to the Lolth Cats and even occasionally the rare Nexu pouring past the group and to safety, following their de facto leader to their holy land. But Omen wasn't paying attention anymore as he set about making as many droids fall as his trigger finger would allow so the animals and the party could all get out with their heads on right.


[ Sethrak ] [ Mia Mereel ] [ Han Tuusoc ] [ Eliz Krayt ] [ Vrun Ryssic ] [ Arash Garshasp ] [ Vulcan Krayt ]

 

[Mia Mereel]

POLITICAL REGION: Bryn’Adul SPACE
LOCATION: Haunted Cave, Shattered Stone Wilderness Preserve, Loth
Objectives: Rescue Desert Nexu, Loth-cats, Loth-wolves. Collect biome samples, plants for future restoration. Survive the Bryn’adul
TAGS: [ Sethrak ] [ Sergeant Omen ] [ Han Tuusoc ] [ Eliz Krayt ] [ Arash Garshasp ] [ Vulcan Krayt ]
THREAT(s): none Engaged. Spotted what might a Bryn’adul near Han.

Mia could only shake her head at Han, a painful blow in the words he meant only as a mark of solidarity. It wasn’t worth arguing about, with time so short. Purpose and guilt drove Mia forward, working fast and hard, scarcely hearing what Han said to Omen, save it started with Sorry. small droids fanned out, helping with the massive, chaotic evacuation.

The man removed a rifle, glanced managed to catch Mia’s eye, where she was dangling from one hand from a ledge, and carefully scooping up small, furry critters to get them in miniature life-pods, and sling them carefully over her back. Every living thing was getting out of this dreadful cave! Overhead, small birds and flying things were being herded into a large cage, and others were literally scooping up two feet of topsoil and everything in it, lifting the whole with tractor beams. All the action was coordinated through her Cybernetics; sure Aunt Jhira thought TAC comps and HUD displays were all for combat.

Mia knew better. It’s why she needed the Echoy’la Sun, and her heart life’s, as the ships rumbling engines confirmed arrival over head, spreading out it’s sophisticated shields in an extra lay of defense over the cave. The shuttles began to land, a double-pronged row meant to guide panicked animals to safety, rather than death.

Han promised to return, and Mia’s fanatic action slammed to a stop. Memories assaulted her, and she snarled softly, “Never promise that. Never.” Leaving the team to fan out and collect trophies, biologicals and soil samples, Han vanished for his self appointed perimeter patrol. It was very Mandalorian … except for leaving his rifle for Omen. That was something more; deeper than apology, but not something she had time to focus on now.

Returning to her work, she hand-over-handed to a second ledge, where a small colony of Loth-cats exploded out of the cave, bounding off her head, sharp needle-like claws shearing at her armor, as they bolted. She gave a despairing cry, looking to see if Omen could save the creatures from themselves.

Only to see the largest Lolth-wolf she had ever imagine standing over omen, as if he might snap the Clone’s head off. Shock and fear loosened her precarious grip, and she began to fall…

A low, eerie growl swallowed the cave. The giant wolf touched his nose to Omen’s helmet, threw back it’s head and Howled.

Mia yelped, plummeting to the broken, jagged rocks below but something grabbed her Hard by the back of the neck, and she found herself dangling like a kitten from her mother’s mouth. Warmth slide along the back of her neck, despite her armored suit.

And a desperate, mystic sight greeted her astonished vision.

The creatures Lolth wolves summoned, herded and guarded. Driving the survivors before them, to safety. Birds, butterflies, moths, small creatures and great, they responded to that call. The creature holding her paced to it’s mate, and dropped her unceremoniously at Omen’s feet, clearly intending to carry them both to safety once the need for Omen’s gun was past.

Mia shook, for a second or two, and it shamed her; fear was a weakness that wasn’t tolerated. But it took awhile to calm enough that she trusted herself even with an Ion grenade.

Yet what made her shake, what made her ache and scarcely know what to do, where the shambling wrecks of humans that staggered out of the cave at the Wolves’ call. Meticulously, with all the careful drill of a new recruit, Mia counted out the steps to safely retrieve her ion Grenade, prime it, warn those nearby with a sharp, “Fire in the hull!” And toss it.

She knew i was too slow; knew Omen or Han or Aunt Jhira or could double or triple her throw rate. But it was what she could do, and so it had to be enough. A stifled sob, and another shaky, desperate throw. Why was it harder now, when they were so close to safe?

Just as the last of the crew behind her rolled out with soil, plants, water and stone, a single threat source was illuminated.

It looked like Han might get his wish. Though he might be able to dash back to the ships, and join in their mass evacuation, without ever engaging, Mia was unsure he’d make the right choice, even though Mia saw no more droids upon the battlefield.

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

All objectives vanished from his mind as he dashed to safety after causing a landslide to bury more Droids. But he did not run completely empty-handed, he had in his arms a baby Nexu and a Loth Wolf pup. He rescued them because, they have no mothers anymore, both died. So, here he was with two very lucky youngsters.

A few steps nearly pitched him into the depths below when a few rocks gave way from where he was. He's been lucky so far. He'll be home safe when he gets to the ship. Until then he carefully picked his way towards the others. A few butterflies landed on him, one parked itself on his forehead. At least he managed to make it this far without getting hurt, well, the times he spent trying not to get trampled when he was a pirate helped.

Even if it ended with a thump. Once he was in range he would storm onboard and deliver his precious cargo to the others. A few bruises were forming here and there, nothing too serious. But he did realise his liberal use of Thermal Detonators were a little much. At least it brought some time to get away from the droid peril.

 

[Han Tuusoc]

Location: Cave with Omen and Mia.

Objective: survive.

Equipment: Silver and black beskar armor, high capacity blaster pistol, various combat stims.

As the Bryn'adul showed up he was more shocked to only see one show up. Surely this wasnt the Big danger others were worried about. Though his training would teach him to be cautious as surly theres a reason for such a claim to danger. "Ni draar kar'taylir pehea Ni Kelir parjir Ni shi kar'taylir Ni Kelir draar trattok'or" Han said to himself More for his own confidence then anything else. Feeling the dizzyness of the overall pain hes endured so far today and the side effects of taking multiple stims back to back hes not at his top game. Furthermore being down a weapon makes it hard to determine his chances of sucess in bringing this thing down.

resting a hand on one of his vibro knifes he pulls it from its sheith holding it icepick style while crouching slightly to make him a smaller target making sure to keep the front of his armor facing the enemy due to the beskar having the most protection in the front. Fireing off the first volly at the creature to have its attention fully on him. he would shout over his coms. "Contact my twelve, Bryn'adul Might wanna speed up the evacuation ill hold as long as I can." Fireing off a volly from his blaster as he says this noting that the armor on the creature seems to absorb the blaster bolts with little damage to its overall duribility. Feth this is not looking good. Han thought to himself as the creature returned fire. Its weapon barked like the hounds of the neather as its payload sprayed wildly in his direction the meaty sound of the weapon complimenting the overall distructive capabilitys as the rounds kicked up dirt rubble and shattering of dead fauna.

the added problem was that with all that debree being blown apart it obscured Hans sight of the creature until it was too late. within moments the creature was apon him as another volly fired this time much closer as the rounds slammed into Han knocking him on his rear and taking the wind outta his lungs though the beskar held he was sure taking another volly would most likey kill him. The Bryn'adul lifted Han up by the neck and off the ground as it pointed its gun at his midsection.

with little time to react han brought his arm up and stabbed into the exposed wrist holding him up as the vibroknife cut and ripped a jagged wound in the creatures wrist it dropped han giving him time to fire a few more rounds from his blaster at the creature he may have wounded its head as the creatures realed back in pain Han took this as his chance to book it back to the ship while the others were evacuating. Thankfull to see fighters swoop down and engage the creature as well as more shots from the Bryn'adul rang out one slamming into Hans back making him stumble as he made his way back onto the ship he could feel a warm feeling across his back before falling unconscious on the ships ramp his last moments were of one of the crew dragging him be the armor into the ship before he slipped into unconsciousness.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

The massive Alpha wolf and another smaller wolf that must have been its mate approached Omen with Mia in her mouth. The clone wondered how that happened. After a 5 second staring contest, the male offered a nose bump as a sign of friendship. The Trooper took it in stride, gently caressing the wolves cheek and mounting him, offering a hand to Mia. "Now is it time to fall back? I think we got everyone and the fighters will keep the monsters at bay..."

He turned Han's Westar rifle as the cave wall to the right and left collapsed to reveal two monster-sized Juggernaunts of Bryn and roar in anger before trying to strike out at the wolf. The Clone quickly grabbed the young woman with one hand, bringing her onboard the beast before the wold pounced away as he shot into the closest one's face in. <These Monsters never quit... They changed our world and eventually herded us into this cave where they thought we would pass away... They were very nearly right>

The Clone switched sides and shot the other Zealot as it tried to attack with its giant knife, the blade plummeting down to met flesh before the nimble wolf dodged again and the steel edge collided with the hard rock floor with its dead owner in tow. <Both of you, we have no time. Our ship is directly south of this cave. We need to go, right now...> With twin howls, the two wolves cried out in celebration at their newly won freedom, racing out of the cave and into the light, toward the path to their new home. Now Omen only hoped they could get off the ground before the Byrn fighters scrambled. If not, they would be a burra fish in a barrel and no one wanted to be a burra fish.

 

[Mia Mereel]

POLITICAL REGION: Bryn’Adul SPACE
LOCATION: Haunted Cave, Shattered Stone Wilderness Preserve, Loth
Objectives: Escape Loth!!!
TAGS: [ Sethrak ] [ Sergeant Omen ] [ Han Tuusoc ] [ Vulcan Krayt ]
THREAT(s):

Han called out the Bryn’adul scout he’d spotted, but the work to evacuate the cave had gone from impossible to nearly done in the mere ten minutes that the White Wolf had been on patrol. Mia swore softly, because their enemy were earlier than she’d expected. Another mistake!

Guilt for all of the people she’d gotten hurt made it so she could not even bear to meet Omen’s gaze. Numb and heart-sore, she was beyond questioning how Omen had won the friendship of the mighty beasts; Mia was just desperately grateful for their aid. Keying her COMM, she ordered the full evac Omen requested, dazed to see the battered survivors being carried by wolves even as Omen was!

The Bryn’adul crashed through the walls. Mia screamed in terror, launching a cryoban attack from her wrist guard without aiming - hard to aim with her eyes squeezed closed. A powerful tug, and Omen swung her aboard the Lolth-wolf a mere instant before death found her. The sound of battle was deafening; she could only hope Omen hand not heard her scream of terror when the Bryn’adul attacked. The wolves bolted up the ramp, leaping over Han and charging past Vulcan.

Mia’s cousin, a nervous young Zabrak, was attempting to carefully rescue the beautiful butterflies that had clustered all over Vulcan. Mia gave a soft, “Oya,” compounded of relief and joy to see both he and they were safe.

As were the two soft, fluffy bundles cuddled against him.

The chaos and madness reigned in the loading bay was kept from turning to tragedy only by HD, in her true element directing organics and droids alike in order to get everyone and everything clear of the ramp. Before they were even strapped in, the Echoy’la Sun began to lift off. As the ramp folded into place, HD wave to a very still white-and-silver figure upon a gurney.

“That one isn’t stable yet. Both OR’s are being prepped and you will need to assist.” Mia tumbled off of the Lolth-wolf, pausing to offer it a fierce hug, before sprinting to her wounded comrades aid. Strained vertebrae, several smaller wounds. The shot to the back was serious but shouldn’t have resulted in this limp stillness … or the vastly suppressed vitals.

“Shab’la Hutin just had to say he’d come back. Dikut!” the swearing and abuse continued, as Han’s vitals crashed. He didn’t respond to medical stimulants, Bacta or a Stim Pack. An exam of the neck revealed a line of needle marks.

Too many.

She punched him, hard enough he’d feel it later, the verbal by-play vanished into a blinding rage. Shaking with fury, Mia ruthlessly administered a general antagonist and antidote.

It might kill him. It might save his life. Anybody’s guess.

Grim faced, she prepped him for surgery, then waved for the droids to take him to the med bay. Engines screamed and her beloved ship groaned protest as it blasted off the ground, running at 100% military power, trying to break past the scrambled Bryn’adul fighters.

Torn, she watched Han being carried off. Tears in her eyes she looked at Omen, “I’m sorry. I have to go. Get in the bacta tank. Get Han in. I … I have to get to the bridge.” Turning the sprinted to the emergency lift, all ready calling out orders to her Fighters for a mid air pick—up. Behind her HD Continued the heroic task of getting thousands of animals, tons of soil and plants and a hand full of sentients out of the way of the resuming small craft.

Wasn’t she supposed to feel good, now? Supposed to feel triumph, or glory, or power or something besides overwhelming horror and profound nausea?

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

As soon as the butterflies were carefully picked up and placed in special containers along with all the pretty moths. Vulcan finally relaxed, sudden moves would have startled them. He worried for those they couldn't save, those who will likely perish. The two youngsters that were in his arms relaxed slightly. So much so they can be penned in special carriers. They need to have special attention as they looked way too young to have left their mum.

With a finger, he coaxed the final butterfly off his head and into the Butterfly house, the place where they are now kept. With everything that was going on, he forgot about the startling black and green one still perched on his head. The whole thing was relatively successful. But Han and Omen were hurt pretty bad.

He would have helped if he could, well, he would have just got in the way. As far as field medics go, he would be more of a hindrance if he did try to help, so he stood back. Besides, he needs to stay with the baby Loth Wolf and Nexu. They need to be calm and, calm animals are less likely to die from stress. This happened when he tried to help baby birds, they became so stressed that they died as he was caring for them.