Public Youngblood - Tatooine Ship Crash

[Drifter]

T A T O O I N E
Jungland Wastes
Nessus Merchant Ship Crashsite

The acrid scent of burnt plastic and chemical smoke would cover a thick cloud over the surroundings. Electrical fires would crackle, sending flames licking across the bent portions of durasteel bulkheads and hissing steam vents. The deep, groaning sounds of hundreds of kilograms of metal held barely together by the Nessus's ship frame's remnants sent a forewarning of impending danger and collapse.

Scattered and still glowing pieces of debris littered the dunes in an upside-down vee. On the ground was the dark trench where the merchant ship had crashed onto the desert, leaving a fiery path of wreckage, burnt bodies, and large chunk sections of the ship that had split into three sections. Inside, the blood-splattered corridors, scorched blaster marks, and dead bodies of the crew littered with blaster bolts painted a seemingly insidious story.

All around, the cries and groans calling for 'help' from the survivors would echo. Some in their death throes while others fought against the onslaught of approaching death, caught and trapped under the wreckage's weight that prevented them from escaping.

Bright embers of fiery debris would streak across the sky, a few distinguishable as emergency escape pods. The crash had sent a thick mass of dust, sand, and debris that could be seen for several kilometers. With the twin suns high overhead and this far into the desert, it could be several hours before any help might arrive.


Out of Character: This is a Media-Res type of roleplay, where we are thrown into the crazy and then use flashback, dialogue, or the description of the past events to see what occurred. Feel free to hop in and no need to wait for others. You can group up or interact on your own. We will figure out what happened to cause the crash as we roleplay and have fun.

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[Be'iqaronn]

Renn lay there on the ground amidst the chaos, dragging himself along the ground. Next to him his rifle lay, all bent out of place, the scope cracked, on his side was his revolver, the cartridges inside remained empty, already being shot. There was blood coming from the man's chest, the bleeding was almost done, but it was big enough to leave a trail behind him as he crawled.

Coughing he continued his crawl eventually pushing himself up enough to lean against some metal that wasn't burning. Renn looked for anyone who remained not seeing anything. The cloud of darkness had set in his vision, and as his suit had no power, it wouldn't be easy surviving this. Looking at where his robotic hand was, it was gone. Must've shattered in the crash.

Looking at the sky he thought back to what happened as he waited for rescue or death, whichever came first. Thinking back to what happened he tried to stay awake, for if he fell into unconsciousness, he didn't expect to wake up. Thinking back to his comrades who were with him before the crash. Their limbs and bodies across the ground. Looking around he wondered if there would be help, but tried focussing on what had happened rather then what was happening.

Drifter

OOC: Aight Ima give it a try, sounds like it could be fun and I'm interested in seeing where this would go.

 

[Drifter]

Be'iqaronn

A bloody hand went slamming upon the sheet of durasteel that hung from the ceiling. The dark glove was saturated with blood, with the protective leather over two fingers seemingly ripped off along with a noticeable scrape of flesh. They would curl up and around the twisted edge, clamping tight to jerk and then rip the hinges that held the sheet of durasteel in place. It went crashing onto the floor with a loud clatter, revealing the spark of broken and burnt wires that dangled from above, and the man strapped to an emergency safety seat on the ceiling.

He hung upside down, chest rising and falling with the sheer exertion that it took to simply breathe. The straps that held him in place and likely saved his life holding him tight to the seat he sat on. He wore leather armor from head to toe, no discernable markings. Even his helm was a simple polarized full helmet mask, the filter allowing him to breathe in normally without the stench of smoke and burning chemicals wafting up to his nose.

Another groan and then wince.

[Feth.] he cursed, the sound harsh through the metallic vocalizer. He tried to look at his surroundings. Not much better. Beside him, hanging upside down were other emergency seats, some empty, others not. With a grimace and feeling the blood already rushing to his head, he quickly tried to estimate how much of a drop it would be. Perhaps three meters?

Okay, not bad. What else? He took stock of his limbs. All there, but a few injuries here and there. The pounding in his head made him think he likely had a concussion. What in the hell happened?

Not too far away, he heard the sounds of coughing and movement. Someone else was alive?

 

[Maijan Paisea]

DRESSEL // NEUTRAL SPACE // BEFORE TAKEOFF
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"Thanks for the offer hot shot, but how'my supposed to stay humble if I'm always travelling first class?" Maijan cooed in response to Wynter's objection of traveling on any ship other than the Undoubtedly. "Besides, you're the one who said I should diverse my spending portfolio. Hanging out with you lot.." she gestured, bracelets clinking noisily as a digit pointed accusingly at Roman specifically. "Keeps things cyclical."

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ATMOSPHERE // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE NESSUS​

There was nothing more cyclical than spinning through space.

Slamming side-to-side against her seat, crash webbing so tight it threatened to cut right through her, the marble-skinned woman regretted her entertainment of peasantry. All around, people were terrified. Various names, religious ones Maijan assumed, were shouted. Unsecured crates squished unfortunately placed passengers.

The impact was a blur, as false a reality as the illusionist could comprehend. The strapping around her chest yanked angrily, snapping her neck back when the ship touched the sands. Blackness filled her peripherals, the dark clouds threatening to overtake her vision entirely.

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WASTELAND // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE NESSUS
Drifter // Be'iqaronn
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Blood ran from her nose to her forehead. Her indestructible skin had probably saved her, but the areas where human flesh existed instead of gold were bruised and bloodied. Her lungs, also woefully human, collapsed and rose with desperate attempts to regulate breathing. The weight of her body had broken through the webbing, hurtled against the pilot's cabin and leaving a dent where her golden butt had connected.

A war was happening between her nose and lungs. She rolled over, onto all fours. Her lungs wanted air out, her nose wanted air in. It erupted into a fit of coughing that produced a mix of blood and spittle.

"This..I'm.." she felt woozy and disoriented. "Never not flying first class again."

What now? She was a survivor of a crash, and even though she was bleary-eyed she could discern that was considered fortunate. Did she have to play hero now?

No, no. Not going to happen.

Slowly, agonizingly so, she padded the area around her until she found some sort of leverage to draw herself to stand. She was timid to do so. Her blouse was stained with red, and she wasn't sure if the blood was her own or not. Her jewellery remained, though the necklaces were tangled threateningly around her neck. Much to her relief, nothing was broken. Having legs made of gold certainly helped in situations of such..unpredictable pathways.

 

[Drifter]

DRESSEL // NEUTRAL SPACE // BEFORE TAKEOFF
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[ Gorram it. ] Frustration resonated within the man's voice, his gloved hand flexing open and shut. He stared down at it as if he wanted nothing more than to tear it off. A second later, he immediately curled his fingers inward into a tight fist.

He wasn't good at this. At pulling information from data computers. Nohei was better at it. By all intents and purposes, it was harder to focus and do what he wanted to do now.

[Do you want my help, now?] the overly sensual voice would float by his ear, the hovering droid waiting for his response.

[Do it. Not a word. Just do it.] The search had led him here, faint as it could be. Or maybe he was going crazy, grasping at straws. Without being able to use the tracking enhancers, it was like shooting a blaster bolt in the dark. Either way, Tatooine was the destination.

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ATMOSPHERE // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE NESSUS​

The cracking sound of a broken nose as a fist struck followed a garbled savage curse. "You bastard!"

The blonde man's head went snapping back, his hands immediately reaching to cover his bleeding nose. A solid kick would toss the man back. No regrets. He was a prick.

Without a word, the hunter plucked the crying little girl hiding behind him. With quick movements, he sat her down inside the emergency pod. He couldn't give her words of comfort, but he could at least make sure that she was on the pod.

The wails of panic were near-deafening, around him the rush to strap down onto the emergency seats causing more harm than good. Most of the emergency pods had already ejected, but a few were still available. Turning back the polarized helm towards the little girl he checked her straps. A sudden jolt and spin made him crash against the entryway.

[ Just close your eyes. ] the metallic drone told her, pulling back and slamming his hand down on the button to shut the pod and the girl within. The next few seconds ejected the pod into the atmosphere.

"That was mine!" came the pissed off cry, the Drifter suddenly being jerked back by the scruff of his cloak. That was when the ship began to spin.

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JUNGLAND WASTES // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Maijan Paisea Be'iqaronn​

The straps were not relenting. The clip securing him stuck. [ Gorram it! ] Another curse shot from his mouth. The blood rushing to his head was making it ache from hanging upside down for so long. His body was sore and aching. Odds were that he was black and blue under the armor. At this point, he would have to cut himself loose. Where was that vibroknife?

Glancing down, he went searching for the dagger, only to realize that it had fallen from its sheath and who knows where. He was stuck unless he thought of something.

[ You gotta be kidding me! ] However, the frustrated annoyance turned into one of realization. Turning that helm around, his eyes went wide, alarm rushing.

[Alex?] the mechanical voice would call out, searching for the droid. Amidst the cracking of exposed wires and explosions, one could hear his voice call out.

 

[Be'iqaronn]

DRESSEL // NEUTRAL SPACE // BEFORE TAKEOFF​

Renn walked aboard the ship, quietly. Looking over the large metal beast he thought of what it would be like soaring through space. While he knew it would be like other trips, he continued his journey on. Once on an attendant pulled him over to join a group of men in which he was working with. This was going to be an easy job, with good pay.

"So you're the Mercenary they hired?" One of the taller men said.

Renn nodded quietly staring down at all of them, he was surprised how short they were, this probably made him seem like the muscle of the group. "Is it time to haze him?" Another laughed.

"Pipe down." One the size of Renn walked out from the storage bay, he appeared to be the leader of the group. "Our job is to keep everyone in check and make this flight as safe as possible. Now," The man pointed to Renn, "you all get to work, newcomer you're with me."

ATMOSPHERE // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE NESSUS
Drifter​

Renn stood there, doing his job. An old lady asked him a question which he quietly answered, getting a "Thank you." In response. The Mercenary was surprised how well this was going, usually some drunkard challenged him and then pulled a gun. The place was surprisingly peaceful, then then it happened. The sound of a crack.

Renn walked over calm to watch a man put someone into an escape pod, a few other crew members had joined him, most of which he had talked to already. He was going to stop him when the escape pod fired out. The crewmen were getting ready to get the man, when the ship started spinning. Renn quietly did anything he could to grab on to stabilize himself.

WASTELAND // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Maijan Paisea Drifter​

Renn sat his back against the metal bar, pushing himself up, he stumbled around, using his handless arm to hold his chest. Upon further examination, there was a small piece of debris in it. Though it had hit nothing vital, it hurt like all hell. Renn picked up a small metal bar and used what he had left to hit metal, causing sound.

His actions would make him easier to find, but eventually he fell back down, the simple task proving to be too much for his body. Quietly he sat there looking at the blood trail he had left, it was surprisingly long, but that wasn't a good thing. The mercenary felt weak and defenseless, he didn't even think he could fire his gun.

 

[Drifter]

WASTELAND // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Maijan Paisea Be'iqaronn​

With his head throbbing, Drifter knew that he had to get out of this situation fast. It was already hard enough to breathe, much less hanging upside down for an extended time. Who knew how long he'd been blacked out? It reminded him of training missions in the past. In the deep jungles where he'd been taught to survive on his own for days on end, fighting wild beasts and having to learn how to harness the predator in his genes.

That bloody hand went to grab the clip that held him in place. Fingers would curl, pain lancing through the digits just at the motion, and with a savage grunt, the man channeled the Force to give him the strength to literally rip the clamp off the seat.

Just like that, he fell three meters onto his back with a solid, and painful thud.

Holy fucking hell. The curse raced through his mind but he couldn't even utter it aloud, the wind knocked out of him. Loose wires crackled not far from his head, and he swore he saw stars.

Was he coughing? No, someone else was coughing? Gorram it to hell. When he managed to saw some air into his lungs, he called out again in that metallic drone, voice cracking as it pierced the silence [ A- ALEX!? ]

 

[Maijan Paisea]

JUNGLAND WASTES // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Drifter // Be'iqaronn

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There was starting to be a lot of noise on this ship. Beyond the creaking and groaning of the situation, expletives and questions were finding volume. People's names were being shouted, repeated, and nothing came to answer them.

Woozily, the golden-marbled woman pushed herself to stand. A hand reached out to brace herself and she grit her teeth, a flash of pain shooting from her shoulders. Her hand dropped to her hip, patting the holster in vying discovery. She was still armed. If this turned into a survival, she'd at least be able to retaliate.

Flickering, the emergency lights onboard The Nessus had kicked into gear, casting the cabin in a dim yellow and red glow. Silhouettes were moving around. Silently, she shuffled into the cockpit and glanced to see the death that had claimed their drivers. Most of the dashboard was sparking uselessly, klaxons wailing and announcing the failure of the systems. Slowly, she perused over what she thought looked like the communications system. It was hard to read, and she wasn't sure if it was the right spot, but it looked pretty offline. Optimistically, she touched a few buttons that didn't respond.

"How do I...send a mayday.." she murmured to herself, rubbing her head while some sort of thunderstorm raged between her temples. After a handful of seconds, she gave up and decided she'd need some sort of nutrition and revisit the problem again later.

"Alright.." she resolved, pitching her hands over the headrests of a few empty passenger seats. The belts had been torn apart, and the seats next to the empties were filled with crumpled, lifeless bodies. A better person might have taken inventory of the survivors. Sought to see who was alright, and who was not.

Maijan was more about self-preservation, and if things started to go even further south, she didn't want to be there. She maneuvered through the aisles, setting course for the fridges and food containers in the back so she might pluck enough rations for her to journey out into the desert.

The sound of metal in the distance caught her attention, about the same time a shout to her right made her jump. Suddenly several people were alive and making noise about it.

"Woah woah, what's an Alex?" She asked, dropping a hand to hover over the blaster secured against her leg. Was Alex...something bigger than her? Should she be worried? Or was it another hungry mouth? Would she have to kill this guy, and the metal clanking guy just so she could get her hands on more of those pre-wrapped cookies they'd handed out midflight?

 

[Be'iqaronn]

WASTELAND // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Drifter Maijan Paisea
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Renn was going in and out of consciousness, the blood loss was getting to him and his suit was too damaged to administer the proper bacta to his wound. Hearing a noise grabbed his attention pulling his eyes in its direction. The sound wasn't too far away, just over a pile of rubble, but Renn had a piece of metal in his chest, probably going out the other side, and one hand.

Pulling himself up with the rubble next to him, he quietly walked, not able to move too quickly for lack of energy. The walking was straining, and at some points Renn took a seat on the wreckage to gain energy. A darkness had begun to form on the outer edges of his eyes as he walked. Walking up to a door, he used all his strength to open it falling forward after he had finished.

Upon Opening his eyes Renn looked at a face, with no features remaining, no eyes, no teeth, no nose, and no body. Standing back up to get a better look, he noticed that it was only a head, how it got to be that way Renn didn't want to question. Though his plan was to get to the voice, and he expected to be getting closer.

He had been traveling in its direction for quite some time and was going to give up hope when he saw a way to where he expected the voice to be coming from. The darkness had grown closer to the center, and vision was being limited by it but the mercenary persisted, falling at the entrance of the area finally the blood loss getting to him.

Renn lay there not knowing if he made it to the voice or not, but what he did see was himself sitting down at a table, a Mandalorian across from him. The man seemed familiar, though the helmet was different, there were other patrons in there, some Mandalorian, some not Mandalorian, but while some seemed to be new to him, the rest he thought he knew.

Eventually they all stood, and it came to the Renn, these were victims of him, but that still made no sense for many in there he had never seen before. The Mandalorian across the table pulled a pistol shooting Renn. His eyes opening up while in the wreckage slowly dragging himself to lean his body against the metal of the wreckage.

 

[Drifter]

DRESSEL // NEUTRAL SPACE // BEFORE TAKEOFF​

This was a bad idea.

Part of him knew that sneaking into the ship and downloading the manifest was a stupid idea. But it was either that or simply follow it on his own ship, but doing that didn't allow him to try and narrow down why it brought him here. His talisman was of no use. It was useless trying to focus on it. He had to instead focus on whatever means he had. Unfortunately, what he'd been tracking that he thought had something to do with Nohei was instead someone who had bought one of her products before, still retaining some of her essence in it.

While his creations couldn't be channeled, he still had psychometry. It wouldn't be a total loss. Going down a list of the last known areas and people she interacted with was the starting point. It just ended up being a chaotic mess after the war and considering how she'd taken to traveling...

It was starting to seem as if he was chasing a ghost.

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ATMOSPHERE // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE NESSUS​

The sound of blaster fire would draw his attention, as did the cries of alarm and the thud of bodies crashing against the wall and the floor.

What the?...

A passenger suddenly came crashing against him, sending him staggering back. An arm went reaching to try and stable himself, but with only one good arm, he fell back. The passenger fell onto the ground, only to scramble up.

[ What's going -- ] whatever he was going to ask was suddenly cut off when the scream of klaxon pierced the air. The passenger didn't even wait, desperately trying to getaway.

Alex flew up and over Drifter, moving to scan a nearby terminal for information. A small dataprob would slip from a pocket and connect.

[ I am reading several failures. ]

Could it be sabotage? The blaster fire almost made him believe so.

[ Let's go.]


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JUNGLAND WASTES // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Maijan Paisea Be'iqaronn

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"Woah woah, what's an Alex?"

Who was that? Still groaning and trying to bring back air into his lungs, Drifter squirmed on the ground. That bloody hand came up, wiggling and swinging back and forth as if to flag down Maijan Paisea . That is, if she could see him. By all intents and purposes, he was on the floor rocking side to side in a fetal position. Not the most manliest of first impressions.

Alex didn't reply back. Alarm would pierce through the pain of struggling to breathe air into his lungs and a variety of wounds. He tried to see who he could spot. Be'iqaronn wouldn't be too far from the pair.

[He...hey!]

 

[Kayûm Kratha]

JUNGLAND WASTES/TATOOINE/CRASH SIGHT

Kayum moaned heavily- everything hurt.

Being a doctor, she immediately knew NOT to sit up until feeling returned. She blinked slowly, the haze of light flickering from light to dark.

She moaned again and decided to try and sit up, before promptly curling up in a ball and coughing violently. Blood came up and the world swam. After a while, she was able to stand up without collapsing.

Her eyes widened suddenly as she looked around anxiously for her bag- upon finding it discarded on the floor she pretty much pounced on it and tore it open. Digging around panicking, she sighed in relief before coughing. Her datapad was completely intact.

She kissed it lightly, purring in relief. For the first time, she looked around. Scrap, lots and lots of scrap.

"I think Cough my feline form will make this easier." Kayum sighed before wiping the blood off her face. Even though her feline form was larger than usual, it would make it easier to deal with the pain.

Kayum morphed into her large feline form and started padding around the metal before hearing some cries. She started in that direction- maybe she could help them, and they could help her.

Interesting.

 

[Maijan Paisea]

JUNGLAND WASTES // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Drifter // Be'iqaronn // Kayûm Kratha
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The aid maid was not a role she was looking to adopt. The gesture in the distance, a flagging hand, made her take an inadvertent step back. Having a body made of gold made her destruction and denting more difficult than typical human flesh. The only areas where there was mottled bruising was within her marbled, dark flesh. She could only imagine what some of these sods looked like beneath their armour.

That inadvertent step backward lead her to crunch the extended, grasping fingers of the collapsed fellow that had ambled in their direction. An involuntary yelp stretched from her throat in surprise, and she clawed at her mouth to shut herself up.

"Feth the maker," she murmured before electing to maybe make allies. With all the creaking and groaning happening on this ghost ship, something was more alive than the collection of corpses. And it was probably better she had friends. She kneeled, hurriedly stretching her fingers to the sensitive area of the fallen soldier's neck ( Be'iqaronn ) to check for a pulse. Validating there was one, she grunted to roll him into an upright, seated position. Again, that body of thick metal coming in useful for strength. Once that was done, over to the curled up prawn-like person who'd gasped hello and a name earlier.

"You're more conscious than the other guy." Maijan informed him, crouching on her heels "Can you stand?"

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[Drifter]

DRESSEL // NEUTRAL SPACE // BEFORE TAKEOFF​

The man silently stared at his encrypted datapad, breathing in deeply before shutting it off. The words he read ran through his head, provoking him, making him muse and vacillate between what steps he should take next.

Hello dearest brother, It’s nice to hear from you, it would be even nicer to hear from you more often.

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The bit about dearest brother always made the corner of his mouth twitch. They had been at each others throats for so long back in their youth. Now in their adulthood, they became closer. Funny how that worked.

The temple here on Wroosti is quite quiet nowadays, you could come visit any time you like. I even have the extra room open for you at my Apartment.

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She was still there? Wroostri. The archives were there. A time in the past would have made him jump at the chance to pour himself within them. Now could he risk it?

To answer your question...no, I haven’t heard from Nohei in some time.
She visited me here briefly...but it’s been a while. I’m not sure where she could be, have you tried asking...

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The next part made him grimace. It hadn't been for lack of asking as much as being careful with his inquiries. The results were not to his satisfaction. Again, it wouldn't make sense for Nohei to disappear without telling him how to contact her. Or that she was leaving to begin with.

If you don’t want to worry them you can reach out to the Nova Defense Force
and ask them to help find her. They’re mostly made up of the 5th Legion, I trust them, just mention who...

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The Nova Force? Drifter frowned, trying to remember.

And in case you’re really really worried...just tell me where to meet you.

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There was twist in his stomach. One that made him muse if he should try reaching out to her. To ask her to meet him? To lay out his concerns. Another that wondered if doing so was just confirmation of his inability to be able to track Nohei down himself. There was equally a measure of pride as there was a frustration that something he'd excelled at in his past was as elusive to him now as was his control of the Force. It made him doubt himself. Wonder. Making all the easier for Lord Ashmedai to murmur temptation in his ear, provoke his anger and frustration, commanding him to take the power to find Nohei in his hands.

It would be so easy...But the last words on that encrypted message held the tide.

I love you. Your Big Sister...

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It shouldn't have made him tear up. But it did. Placing his hand on the visor of his helm, he hung his head. Dispirited. Confused. Lost.

JUNGLAND WASTES // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Maijan Paisea Be'iqaronn Kayûm Kratha​

It took a bit to finally get his lungs to work like they were supposed to. Panning up, the polarized visor would stare at the direction of Maijan Paisea . Wait, did she have gold plated skin? Funny how pain and getting winded get you to focus on the oddest of things.

Could I get up? Drifter went rolling onto his back, letting his limbs - the ones he still had at least - attempt to loosen and stretch. Toes would curl into his boots. Okay, didn't break my spine. That's good.

[ Yeah, still have my legs. Small wonders ] he replied with a grimace. With a muttered curse, he attempted to get on his feet. It was about this time that his periphery caught the sight of a massive feline.

[ But I definitely think I have a concussion. ] he admitted, shaking his head. There shouldn't be a cat here. Wait, where were they? Where did they crash? So many questions went racing through his head. Swaying, he held his one hand over to his side. Something had certainly sliced through it earlier. Not far off, Be'iqaronn lay.

[ He alive? ] the blood trail made it seem as if it was likely he wasn't. The nagging voice in his head, about making sure, provoked him to stumble forward. It fought with the one wanting to search for Alex. Enter again, him yelling out, as if expecting someone to respond. [ ALEX!!!?? ]

 

[Be'iqaronn]

(Sorry it took so long, my computer kinda died for two days) (And sry it's short, I'm really busy and have a short break)

DRESSEL // NEUTRAL SPACE // BEFORE TAKEOFF​

Renn followed the CO of the group to where he needed to go. Renn's job was to roam throughout the ship and deal with issues.

"So Merc. you got your job down? Or are you one of those too stupid to do shit unless shown how to." The CO said a laugh coming out.

"No, I think I'll be fine, would be better for you to take my shift." Renn said in a joking manner. Starting his patrol around the ship he went to cockpit and started to walk around.

WASTELAND // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Drifter Kayûm Kratha Maijan Paisea​

Renn lay there, while the bleeding had slowed he still had lost a lot of blood. His consciousness came back to him as he lay there looking at the other people. Quietly coughing he pushed himself up to the metal rubble he was up against, and tried to put him so he wasn't blocking his windpipe.

Renn quietly sat there turning his head to look at them. Looking at them he nodded, it was more of a joke for the circumstance. He was in compared to his situation his calm demeanor was in contrast. Sitting there he said, "Either of you guys got anything to drink, preferably a bit of liquor."

 

[Maijan Paisea]

ATMOSPHERE // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE NESSUS
OUT OF TOUCH​

She had a headache. It wasn't a big headache. More like a budding persistence at the nape of her neck that stretched and prickled along the bottom of her brain.

Looking outside was useless. With no horizon, the illustrious illusionist couldn't find anything to focus on. Absently, she reached behind her neck to rub at the sensitive area that was starting to throb. Nobody seemed to be paying anybody any mind. All the passengers on this craft were preoccupied with their own doings. Mothers were tending to their children, lovers were looking at each other, others were looking at datapads –– either way, it meant nobody was looking at her.

Didn't really matter if they were, anyway. They wouldn't see anything. For all the naked eyes aboard the ship, Maijan was just another passenger wistfully looking out the tinted window. It had to be tinted, of course, so they didn't burn their eyeballs out looking out into the streaks of hyperspace's star tunnel.

in reality, Maijan wasn't just sitting. Maybe here and there a brief undulation, nigh undetectable, would give someone a reason to look twice, but it was unlikely –– even though she was being lazy about it. She was more focused on rummaging through her pockets for a vial. And just before her heart rate got out of control, she patted the right pocket and eyeballed the powdery substance. Within seconds, it was on the tip of her finger and up her nose.

Didn't take long at all for that headache to swap out for a headrush.

JUNGLAND WASTES // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESSUS
Drifter // Be'iqaronn // Kayûm Kratha ​

The person (she assumed) answered her, their voice small and modulated.

[ Yeah, still have my legs. Small wonders ]
[ But I definitely think I have a concussion. ]

"Could be worse. At least you have your head." The pirate offered, unhelpfully and pushed herself away in case he stood up.

[ He alive? ]

Maijan looked over at the crumpled mess of a person and shrugged passively. He'd had a pulse last she checked but ––

"Either of you guys got anything to drink, preferably a bit of liquor."

"He's alive. And needy." Maijan murmured, unamused by how amiable everyone seemed to be with the circumstance of the ever-growing number of survivors. What was the rule on tribes again? What were the numbers? The Undoubtedly ran on a crew of...five or so members, give or take. They had their differences, but that was a good number. It had hierarchy. The number of survivors for the Nessus was getting threateningly tribe-like.

Her lip twitched. On top of everything, Maijan rarely left without a flask tucked away. It was almost par for the course as a marauder. That didn't mean she was feeling particularly charitable. "We're all thirsty. The ship's probably got something we can pilfer."

[ ALEX!!!?? ]

Something about yelling with a concussion didn't seem like a good idea to Maijan. It wasn't concern for his well-being that prompted her to speak up, moreso that continuous need for self-preservatoin. And her abating high. She'd have to top up soon.

Subsconsiouscly, her nose twitched.

"Your Alex isn't responding. The more attention you draw to us, the more competition for supplies we have."

She pinched her nose. A giant cat was now coming. This was..perfect. The circus almost complete.

"Anyone know how to send a distress signal?"

 

[Kayûm Kratha]

ATMOSPHERE // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE NESSUS

Kayûm fidgeted anxious in her seat, rubbing the tasseled edge of her small brown leather bag. Something was going to happen, she could feel it. Exactly what, Kayûm had no clue to. But usually her instincts were right- to be fair they were aided a lot by the Force, which only, in turn, made her more anxious about what was to come.

Inside her precious bag was a datapad, a medkit, and a bottle of booze. The only thing unusual about that bottle was the unusual amount of... catnip in it. Kayûm could feel her face twisting into a little evil smile. Deliiiicious cat nip. Oh she loved it. And technically it wasn’t a drug! Except the heavy alcohol in the drink which Kayûm was immune to, being a Felacation.

The cradled the bag closer to her,not caring that she looked like a lunatic. The data pad was her life and she had a right to defend it.
The ship gave a tiny jolt and Kayûm squeezed the arms of the chair. What the kriff was going to happen?

~~~
ATMOSPHERE // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE NESSUS

Kayûm was making her way over to the group before actually realizing that her feline form made it more likely they were going to try and kill her. And she did NOT need that today.

So she quickly morphed back before they got to them, wincing as she adjusted to the specific pain levels. Oh Catnip, soon I will use you.

Dhe let out a small sigh, unless the others needed it, then... I guess I’ll share my precious.

A doctor first and foremost!

She made it over to the group and sat down a small ways away,”So how badly injured are all of you?”

 

[Drifter]

JUNGLAND WASTES // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS
Maijan Paisea Be'iqaronn Kayûm Kratha​

There was alot going on right now and it took a bit for Drifter to process it all. The one bleeding his life out wanted a drink, the gold-plated lady was sassy and in survival mode, and the cat managed to turn itself into a humanoid. A naked one at that.

Pause, as one bloody finger rose as if to ask a question to wait only to drop it down. Don't stare, don't stare. don't stare.

Of course, the voice inside his head only encouraged him to cooly let his gaze wander apprectively. Never had Draith thanked Inari so much that he had a helm on at that time and he could avoid looking like a pervert.

[ I will live. Still have three limbs. ] although the puncture and cut along his side would state otherwise, as he would periodically grimance and hold his hand against his right side.

Turning towards Maijan Paisea - it was better to focus on the non naked gold plated lady than the naked slightly furred one - only to realize it wasn't any better. Not with the bloody scalloped shirt that made the fabric cling to her torso. Of all the damn bloody things...

[ Locating Alex is important and can help us with getting supplies. ] she certainly had an odd way of phrasing it. Competing with supplies.

Speaking of, they needed to get Be'iqaronn patched up before he passed out of blood loss. [ We need a medpack. Or something to stauch the bleeding.] He was unaware that Kayûm Kratha was a doctor. He could attempt to do accelerate healing, but even now he was still struggling with the use of the Force and controlling it. Where he had once been able to master the light, he struggled with the frustration of being unable to harness it the way he had before. Temptation constantly hovering, murmuring to give in, and to use the faster, quicker method of the Force.

 

[Kayûm Kratha]

Kayûm didn’t have a problem with being naked in front of people, mostly because she was covered in fur. The remaining private part were made more decent by her long hair and bag. Still not very decent though.

Ah well. Nothin like crashing then showing complete nudity.

She put that amazing thought out of her mind and focused on the other, more dying members of their bizarre group. Two armored men who she sensed were not completely terrible people. And one gold plated person.

Weeeird. Interesting people for a crash though- I forget how fun a crash is... or maybe that’s the longing for catnip talking.

[We need a med-pack. Or something to staunch the bleeding.]

One of the men spoke, purposefully not looking towards her indecent form. That made her break a small fanged smile at that, but she nodded, now being in her element.

“I can assist- I am a doctor and have a fully stocked Medkit in my bag. I’ll help if you allow me to do so.”

She subconsciously fiddled with the edge of her bag again that was sitting on her lap. She wondered who that Alex was that the same armored man that spoke of mentioned. Could this Alex be as absurd as the current group members?
She came back to reality just in time for an answer to her statement.

 

[Be'iqaronn]

WASTELAND // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS​

Renn sat there laughing for a second, a little blood hitting the front of his mouth guard. Putting his hand up he moved it to the beat he hummed, the bloodloss was starting to get to his head and he couldn't form a full thought. "This thing is giving me a sharp pain, I'm about to pull it out." This caused another laugh.

Taking his helmet off he tossed it to the side to get more oxygen that was being inhibited by the broken helmets filter. A bit of blood dripped from his head. Shaking his head he wondered who this Alex fellow was but really didn't care.

Eventually he realized how this situation would snap back to him when his body stabilizes. This caused him to put his head back up against the rubble. Picking his helmet back up he started to clean out the filter. One of the metal bars was bent as he started to move it back.

His eyes fell on Maijan Paisea he gave a wave to her, "Who's the gold one." Turning his head he saw Kayûm Kratha and turning to expect more he saw Drifter . Really he didn't expect this many people to be alive.

Putting his eyes back on his chest, he felt the shrapnel in his chest reaching his hand around it, giving it a light tug feeling how deep it was. During the tugs, he felt that it was about three/quarters of the way through. Renn let go quietly sitting there sliding feeling around the rest of his body, he shook his head a slight chuckle around him.

"I still wish for my drink."

Spoiler: Hummed

 

[Maijan Paisea]

WASTELAND // TATOOINE // ABOARD THE WRECKAGE OF THE NESUS​

[ Locating Alex is important and can help us with getting supplies. ]

Dark eyes rolled and she placed her hands on her hips, cocking to the side with some sort of wrist roll to gesture fine. She wasn't the leader of this circus, but she didn't like all the ruckus and attention everyone was drawing to themselves.

“I can assist- I am a doctor and have a fully stocked Medkit in my bag. I’ll help if you allow me to do so.”

Was this good fortune, or just...the good stuff?

Shocked with what she was seeing, Maijan touched her nose in disbelief. As if any residual powders would indicate if the anthropomorphic woman was a hallucination or not. The touch did little, and she only frowned when the feline femme found her voice.

"Please kitty, have at 'im. He's in no spot to object. Only got...three limb..s.." the statement dawned on her and she gave a brief appraisal once more to the lug in the suit and hoped once again this was all just the inhebriants clouding her state.

"This thing is giving me a sharp pain, I'm about to pull it out."
"Who's the gold one."
"I still wish for my drink."

Watching with abject horror while the fellow in the armour tossed his helmet off, and tried his hand at dislodging the metal, the marble-skinned woman found herself covering her eyes and bracing against one of the nearby seats. This was either a really bad trip, or a really bad trip. On all accounts, it was both. It was a ride she wanted off of.

"Someone with incredibly bad fortune." The mercenary murmured, the normally exotic tone in her voice heavy with self-pity. "We all do sailor, we all want a drink right about now. Worried if you have one, it'll spill right back out though." She turned sharple to Kayûm Kratha -- finding herself taking on some sort of air of command again. Like she'd had to do when they'd robbed the Silver Jedi Order.

"You've got some work cut out for you. I can rip the thing out of Mr. Tin can, but can you be nearby to clot the bleeding when it starts?

Then we stop all this self-care, and get supplies or send a distress signal."

Her voice dropped, barely audible in a grumble: "I didn't come on this trip to make friends."