Star Wars: Chapter Negative 35, The Beautiful Beaches of Tatooine (Group Good) - Page 8

Bard The 5th LW · 01-17-2010, 02:25 PM

Nicholai took a breath as he placed down the suit of heavy armor that he lugged from across the ship and place with the other items at the area were everyone had congregated.

He had organized most of the items, putting all duplicates next to each other, leaving them to be picked out by the others in the group. "Eh, yeah, I can probably fly this bucket," Douglas told him. "Then all is not lost," Nicholai replied thankful that they may get off of Tantoonie.

"You guys just take what you want from what I've organized already," he said to the others, "we'll load the leftovers on the Banthas, or just take them with us on the ship and sell them else where." Nicholai himslef had taken the thermal detonator and 2 frags, deciding that Petal could put the stun grenades to better use, and that she might be less hostile if he left something behind for her.

"I'm going to go pick up the remaining items, mostly rifles and armor," he informed them as he moved off. He then turned around briefly and said, "oh yeah, we should probably check the ship to make sure that the sand people didn't take anything to important from it, and also we should give these guys a proper burial. We kind of owe it to them what with us taking their stuff and all." Nicholai wanted to show some respect to the people that they were grave-robbing.

Teal Mage · 01-17-2010, 10:57 PM

With Koto's appearance, Petal felt a surge of relief, she had some textbook knowledge of the medical arts, but the Zeltron was far more experienced - at least, when it came to wrapping people like presents. The work went smoother with her help, not that Petal would ever admit it to the red skinned woman's face.

A few hours later, Petal suddenly found herself with nothing to do. Shrugging, she decided to investigate the horde of weapons and armor. Nicholai had long since finished sorting them and was off doing whatever Nicholais did.

Lowering herself carefully into a sitting position - and only wincing once as she jostled her wound - Petal carefully examined what remained of the ship's armoury and the weapons they'd collected from the raiders. As an afterthought, she added the pair of Electroprods she'd found in the Med Bay.

A brief scan of the ship's weapons and armor revealed little of interest. Petal already had a sword, so a Vibroblade - while interesting - wasn't worth taking. She'd little interest in the long range weapons and had no formal training with the other melee weapons, so she disregarded them as irrelevant. Petal did snatch up the four remaining grenades, she'd seen little to indicate anyone else would use them. Armor wise, the medium and heavy armor wasn't of interest to her, although, she elected to take one of the sets of Light Armor. Her's was serviceable still, but this was new.

Standing, Petal threw a brief glance around the ship, then sighed. The Sand People had likely taken all the walls out of the ship, but perhaps she could still find a room to change in - if not, well, that was too bad for everyone else. It wasn't like she cared if she was shirtless.

But some people got upset over the strangest things.

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Petal takes Frag Grenades (x2), Stun Grenades (x2) and exchanges Damaged Standard Light Armor for Standard Light Armor. If that matters.

Menarker · 01-17-2010, 11:33 PM

Douglas scowled after Kota had delivered a rather scathing lecture and she left to attend to the others. The lecture itself wasn't so much the problem as the "doctor" refusing to listen at all. While he sat propped on the floor, Davis approached him.

"'ere, lemme get that fer ya," he offered with obvious worry in his voice, as he worked to unbuckle the armor. "Then we should prolly getcha inta one o' these beds, eh?"

"... Thank you." Douglas attempted to make the process easier, but was rather unconversational as the blasted armor was removed and the large figure hobbled toward a bed, carrying his heavy blaster as he was strangely accustomed to.

After Kota finished tending to his wounds, Douglas slowly headed to their armory stash and switched his damaged heavy armor for one of the undamaged ones. Slowly taking the time needed to don his armor, he paced toward a bench and a table for a nap. Before drowsing off, his bitter mental state silently mimicked a crucial part of that distasteful sermon in a dazed murmur.

"You are a ship's doctor. I am a soldier. Our priorities are both vital, but mutually exclusive."

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No other equipment for me, so only thing that is remotely useful is just to switch the heavy armors for roleplay purpose. (Krylo said that it didn't really matter either way.)

Arhra · 01-20-2010, 12:13 AM

"How'd it go?" Koto asked Vira, trying to stop her attemption wandering and her potentially blacking out.

"Well, it appears I bested them whilist unconcious." Vira grinned, "Apparently, I am that awesome."

"I've had a few nights like that too." Koto murmured.

"Say... You're not into that, are you?" Vira added, poking at one of the table's wrist binders with her hand.

"That depends on how much I like my patients." Koto replied with an air of hushed conspiracy. She tightened the bandage about Vira's torso with a small grunt of effort. "I didn't know Miralukas talked about that sort of thing."

After finishing treating the wounded, Koto looked over the ship to assess the damage. She also took a moment to set aside two rifles - the best from the ship and the Tusken Autocycler. It seemed no-one else had any training with them, so to the engineer went the spoils.

Koto didn't either, but that's what practice was for.

"It'll take at least four days to get the ship able to get off the ground. Preferably if we can get some people to do the simple stuff like rewelding the bulkheads." she reported to the group. "A lot of the machinery's been disabled but most of what's been torn out is salvageable and the remaining parts should be cheap. I'll write out a list for whoever's going back to pick up the supplies."

Teal Mage · 01-20-2010, 10:30 PM

Once Koto had completed her investigation of the ship, and Petal had finished changing into fresh light armor, the Zeltron dutifully reported her evaluation of the ship. "It'll take at least four days to get the ship able to get off the ground." She stated matter-of-factly. Petal's shouldered sagged slightly in response. "Preferably if we can get some people to do the simple stuff like rewelding the bulkheads."

The sword fighter threw glances toward Davis and Douglas, both injured, both stronger then the rest of the crew. Davis seemed to be managing however, which was a good sign, But he took more damage then even Vira. Petal threw a quick glance to the heavily bandaged - and vaguely mummy reminiscent - Miraluka. ...yeah, she's not moving anytime soon.

This was troubling. It meant she had to do heavy lifting!

Koto's report hadn't ended while Petal was lost in thought however. The ex-librarian only now realized she'd missed part of it. "....salvageable and the remaining parts should be cheap. I'll write out a list for whoever's going back to pick up the supplies."

"I nominate the Idi -" Petal caught herself, deciding that she must be pragmatic and call him by his name, at least for now. "- Nicholai to go get supplies. He's the least injured member of the crew and should possess adequate skills for the task." She paused, before turning her full attention to Koto, "Admittedly, it would be more ideal if you went yourself - but your time would be better spend repairing the ship I'd imagine."

Then, she frowned, "...ah, yes, as I recall, there was also a Cathar with us during the battle - as I haven't seen his corpse in the desert, I would imagine he's relatively alive and well. If we can find him, I believe he should accompany Nicholai, in the event they encounter Sand People."

Petal made to shrug, then thought better of it with her injuries, "I value our limited credits too highly to entrust them to one person." She paused, and carefully scanned her allies' expressions, "Objections?"

Wizardcat · 01-20-2010, 10:31 PM

"None," a voice answered. Its owner, a Cathar, as he'd been referred to by the aloof swordswoman, stood in the entrance to the med bay. Unnoticed by the others, Kharr had easily overheard the conversation.

Her words has made sense and he agreed with them, even if she apparently held him in low regard. He stepped further into the room, if only to show the others, especially Petal, that he was completely unharmed. Even if he knew it was only natural for the others to be somewhat dismissive, a guy still had his pride. His gaze met with hers for a moment or two before he broke the eye contact to look at the rest of the room. Brown eyes lingered on the numerous restraints as he did so: judging from this and what else he'd seen, the people aboard the vessel had not been of the nice variety. Perhaps the sand people had done them a favor when they had killed the crew.

Absentmindedly lightly tapping his new pistol with an extended claw, he merely waited to see if anyone else objected. To be honest, he was glad someone else was coming with him, even if it was Nicholai. He could leave all the talking to him; he certainly seemed to love doing it, in any case.

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Took the Pistol with 6ATP and +2ACC.

Bard The 5th LW · 01-20-2010, 10:52 PM

"I don't know what you guys are talking about," Nicholai said as he made his way down the corridor, "but I heard my name be said, so I assume you must miss my company."

"I heard something about leaving the ship with the Cathar," he admitted to the others, "I guess the damage was bad then."

He looked around at the others in the room. Aside from Koto and Khar, the others, battered and bruised, no condition to be active. "Well then, I guess I'm OK with making the trek back to town to get what we need, as long as it is my last trip there."

"Just tell me what you need Doc, and I'll be up and back in no time," he said, still talking at his fast pace, not even stopping to take a breath. "I seriously don't even understand this place. Two suns? How that even work? Does the planet move in a figure-eight around them, or move around both in one rotation? I'm no scientist, but it just doesn't seem right to me," he said, speaking a mile a minute.

"Anyways, just tell me what it is, and me and my pal here," he said, motioning towards Khar, "will waste not times." He then scanned over the heavily injured and bandaged crew members, "just don't bleed to death while we're gone, 'K."

Krylo · 01-24-2010, 08:47 PM

Davis nodded at the plan. "Well, what're we standin' around fer, then?" he said with a strained grin as he loaded one arm with Gaffi sticks, the other hand firmly placed against his stomach wound. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was setting in now, but there was still work to be done and he didn't feel right sitting--even though he'd have pushed anyone else with injuries nearly as bad as his back down into a bed.

"Let's get all this loaded up onto the banthas and get you two on the road."

Perhaps Koto backhanded him and made him quit helping, perhaps someone else did, perhaps Davis helped load.

These, however, were unimportant details.

What was important was that all the unclaimed equipment and the gaffi sticks were loaded onto banthas, which Kharr and Nicholai led back to anchorhead.

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1 DAY LATER

Anchorhead:

"Sirs, please stop where you are," the Czerka corp guard intoned as he saw the two leading the bantha arrive with what seemed like a whole lot of salvage. "I'll need to see your salvage license, and..." he added, looking over the gaffi sticks, "Your hunting license, please."

THE SHIP:

The night had passed peacefully, and most of the crew was beginning to feel a bit better, their wounds closing. Little had been done in way of repairs, however, most of the small group taking the time to heal as was the intelligent thing to do.

However, with morning came unpleasant surprises.

Douglas was the first to hear it. A faint sound that sounded something like a disgruntled donkey. He signaled to the others to listen, as the sound repeated, this time alerting the others.

Douglass moved to out the entrance ramp, peaking down carefully.

Sand people. He could see at least two, but it was hard to say how many others were in the vicinity. One was retreating, running away from the ship, apparently.

The other noticed him and fired, however. The slug travelled neatly, with incredible precision, or at least luck, and caught him in the side of the throat as he attempted to roll back into the ship. Blood was coming fast and he was quick to apply pressure to the wound with his hand as he scuttled back from the entrance ramp (Sand person super critted, 19 damage).

If one listened they could hear the sand person beginning to reload his rifle, as Davis, and, hopefully, others, rushed to help Douglas and pull him away from the entrance to the ship.
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PF/Vira--
Teal/Petal--
Mern/Douglas--
Arhra/Koto--
Davis--

Known Sand Person: 100 paces from ship.

Vira: 12/17
Douglas: 7/29
Davis: 28/38

Did a luck roll to decide who would look. Douglas lost. The rest of you should be glad Douglas lost. So should he, really.

ALSO, on the team in Anchorhead, at least one of you should have a hunting license, neither of you has a salvage license, however.

Teal Mage · 01-24-2010, 09:56 PM

Frowning, Petal's green eyes tracked Douglas' progress through the ship, had he heard what she thought she had? She'd been about to check herself, but the ex-soldier seemed to have beaten her to it. She shrugged, no need for two of them to waste their time -

Gunfire.

Petal whirled toward the entrance, newly repaired desert cloak flowing out in her wake. Her boots beat a quick rhythm on the metal deck of the ship as she hurried to the ship's entrance - and cursed at the sight. Quickly, the sword fighter grasped the injured ex-soldier's upper arms and tried to hasten his progress into the ship.

She hoped they could get into the ship before that damned Sand Person finished reloading.

"Raiders!" Petal shouted, wincing inwardly at the redundancy of her words, "Stay in the ship - they can't hurt us if they can't see us!" Even as she said the words, Petal knew they were more for her benefit then the others - they could attack from a distance, she would be the only one who had to cower in the ship's corridors until the enemy closed.

Still, it was sound advice.

* * *

Petal (attempts) to pull Douglas behind full cover.

Menarker · 01-24-2010, 10:26 PM

Douglas struggled to his feet with Petal's help, holding his weapon clumsily in one hand and clasping his neck tightly with the other, aiming to get back into shelter cursing his rather unfortunate round of bad luck as he moved as much inwards as he could in the ship. If bad went to worse, he would set himself somewhere just around the corner to ambush a sandman who wanders in the corridor.

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I guess movement with Petal into the ship for full cover.

01-17-2010, 10:57 PM	#72
Teal Mage Political Studies Student Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Canada! Posts: 1,577	With Koto's appearance, Petal felt a surge of relief, she had some textbook knowledge of the medical arts, but the Zeltron was far more experienced - at least, when it came to wrapping people like presents. The work went smoother with her help, not that Petal would ever admit it to the red skinned woman's face. A few hours later, Petal suddenly found herself with nothing to do. Shrugging, she decided to investigate the horde of weapons and armor. Nicholai had long since finished sorting them and was off doing whatever Nicholais did. Lowering herself carefully into a sitting position - and only wincing once as she jostled her wound - Petal carefully examined what remained of the ship's armoury and the weapons they'd collected from the raiders. As an afterthought, she added the pair of Electroprods she'd found in the Med Bay. A brief scan of the ship's weapons and armor revealed little of interest. Petal already had a sword, so a Vibroblade - while interesting - wasn't worth taking. She'd little interest in the long range weapons and had no formal training with the other melee weapons, so she disregarded them as irrelevant. Petal did snatch up the four remaining grenades, she'd seen little to indicate anyone else would use them. Armor wise, the medium and heavy armor wasn't of interest to her, although, she elected to take one of the sets of Light Armor. Her's was serviceable still, but this was new. Standing, Petal threw a brief glance around the ship, then sighed. The Sand People had likely taken all the walls out of the ship, but perhaps she could still find a room to change in - if not, well, that was too bad for everyone else. It wasn't like she cared if she was shirtless. But some people got upset over the strangest things. * * * Petal takes Frag Grenades (x2), Stun Grenades (x2) and exchanges Damaged Standard Light Armor for Standard Light Armor. If that matters. __________________ I'm always available to chat on AIM and Skype/MSN, so if you've like to speak further with me about anything I say, or just address something to me personally, feel free to add me. I welcome such conversations. Also obligatory signature!

01-17-2010, 11:33 PM	#73
Menarker OMG! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW? Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 3,802	Douglas scowled after Kota had delivered a rather scathing lecture and she left to attend to the others. The lecture itself wasn't so much the problem as the "doctor" refusing to listen at all. While he sat propped on the floor, Davis approached him. "'ere, lemme get that fer ya," he offered with obvious worry in his voice, as he worked to unbuckle the armor. "Then we should prolly getcha inta one o' these beds, eh?" "... Thank you." Douglas attempted to make the process easier, but was rather unconversational as the blasted armor was removed and the large figure hobbled toward a bed, carrying his heavy blaster as he was strangely accustomed to. After Kota finished tending to his wounds, Douglas slowly headed to their armory stash and switched his damaged heavy armor for one of the undamaged ones. Slowly taking the time needed to don his armor, he paced toward a bench and a table for a nap. Before drowsing off, his bitter mental state silently mimicked a crucial part of that distasteful sermon in a dazed murmur. "You are a ship's doctor. I am a soldier. Our priorities are both vital, but mutually exclusive." --------------------- No other equipment for me, so only thing that is remotely useful is just to switch the heavy armors for roleplay purpose. (Krylo said that it didn't really matter either way.) __________________ THE BIO OF RENNY TRESSERHORN THE BIOs OF POKEMON UMBRAL!

01-20-2010, 12:13 AM	#74
Arhra Ara ara! Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: Neo Venezia Posts: 5,013	"How'd it go?" Koto asked Vira, trying to stop her attemption wandering and her potentially blacking out. "Well, it appears I bested them whilist unconcious." Vira grinned, "Apparently, I am that awesome." "I've had a few nights like that too." Koto murmured. "Say... You're not into that, are you?" Vira added, poking at one of the table's wrist binders with her hand. "That depends on how much I like my patients." Koto replied with an air of hushed conspiracy. She tightened the bandage about Vira's torso with a small grunt of effort. "I didn't know Miralukas talked about that sort of thing." After finishing treating the wounded, Koto looked over the ship to assess the damage. She also took a moment to set aside two rifles - the best from the ship and the Tusken Autocycler. It seemed no-one else had any training with them, so to the engineer went the spoils. Koto didn't either, but that's what practice was for. "It'll take at least four days to get the ship able to get off the ground. Preferably if we can get some people to do the simple stuff like rewelding the bulkheads." she reported to the group. "A lot of the machinery's been disabled but most of what's been torn out is salvageable and the remaining parts should be cheap. I'll write out a list for whoever's going back to pick up the supplies." __________________ This post is a good source of Ara ara, ufufu.* *These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This post is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease.

01-20-2010, 10:30 PM	#75
Teal Mage Political Studies Student Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Canada! Posts: 1,577	Once Koto had completed her investigation of the ship, and Petal had finished changing into fresh light armor, the Zeltron dutifully reported her evaluation of the ship. "It'll take at least four days to get the ship able to get off the ground." She stated matter-of-factly. Petal's shouldered sagged slightly in response. "Preferably if we can get some people to do the simple stuff like rewelding the bulkheads." The sword fighter threw glances toward Davis and Douglas, both injured, both stronger then the rest of the crew. Davis seemed to be managing however, which was a good sign, But he took more damage then even Vira. Petal threw a quick glance to the heavily bandaged - and vaguely mummy reminiscent - Miraluka. ...yeah, she's not moving anytime soon. This was troubling. It meant she had to do heavy lifting! Koto's report hadn't ended while Petal was lost in thought however. The ex-librarian only now realized she'd missed part of it. "....salvageable and the remaining parts should be cheap. I'll write out a list for whoever's going back to pick up the supplies." "I nominate the Idi -" Petal caught herself, deciding that she must be pragmatic and call him by his name, at least for now. "- Nicholai to go get supplies. He's the least injured member of the crew and should possess adequate skills for the task." She paused, before turning her full attention to Koto, "Admittedly, it would be more ideal if you went yourself - but your time would be better spend repairing the ship I'd imagine." Then, she frowned, "...ah, yes, as I recall, there was also a Cathar with us during the battle - as I haven't seen his corpse in the desert, I would imagine he's relatively alive and well. If we can find him, I believe he should accompany Nicholai, in the event they encounter Sand People." Petal made to shrug, then thought better of it with her injuries, "I value our limited credits too highly to entrust them to one person." She paused, and carefully scanned her allies' expressions, "Objections?" __________________ I'm always available to chat on AIM and Skype/MSN, so if you've like to speak further with me about anything I say, or just address something to me personally, feel free to add me. I welcome such conversations. Also obligatory signature! Last edited by Teal Mage; 01-21-2010 at 02:49 PM.

01-20-2010, 10:31 PM	#76
Wizardcat Dark-type? Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Somewhere. Posts: 431	"None," a voice answered. Its owner, a Cathar, as he'd been referred to by the aloof swordswoman, stood in the entrance to the med bay. Unnoticed by the others, Kharr had easily overheard the conversation. Her words has made sense and he agreed with them, even if she apparently held him in low regard. He stepped further into the room, if only to show the others, especially Petal, that he was completely unharmed. Even if he knew it was only natural for the others to be somewhat dismissive, a guy still had his pride. His gaze met with hers for a moment or two before he broke the eye contact to look at the rest of the room. Brown eyes lingered on the numerous restraints as he did so: judging from this and what else he'd seen, the people aboard the vessel had not been of the nice variety. Perhaps the sand people had done them a favor when they had killed the crew. Absentmindedly lightly tapping his new pistol with an extended claw, he merely waited to see if anyone else objected. To be honest, he was glad someone else was coming with him, even if it was Nicholai. He could leave all the talking to him; he certainly seemed to love doing it, in any case. --- Took the Pistol with 6ATP and +2ACC. __________________ The dogs of war are nothing compared to the cats.

01-17-2010, 02:25 PM	#71
Bard The 5th LW Feelin' Super! Join Date: May 2009 Posts: 4,191	Nicholai took a breath as he placed down the suit of heavy armor that he lugged from across the ship and place with the other items at the area were everyone had congregated. He had organized most of the items, putting all duplicates next to each other, leaving them to be picked out by the others in the group. "Eh, yeah, I can probably fly this bucket," Douglas told him. "Then all is not lost," Nicholai replied thankful that they may get off of Tantoonie. "You guys just take what you want from what I've organized already," he said to the others, "we'll load the leftovers on the Banthas, or just take them with us on the ship and sell them else where." Nicholai himslef had taken the thermal detonator and 2 frags, deciding that Petal could put the stun grenades to better use, and that she might be less hostile if he left something behind for her. "I'm going to go pick up the remaining items, mostly rifles and armor," he informed them as he moved off. He then turned around briefly and said, "oh yeah, we should probably check the ship to make sure that the sand people didn't take anything to important from it, and also we should give these guys a proper burial. We kind of owe it to them what with us taking their stuff and all." Nicholai wanted to show some respect to the people that they were grave-robbing.

01-20-2010, 10:52 PM	#77
Bard The 5th LW Feelin' Super! Join Date: May 2009 Posts: 4,191	I'm slowly enjoying trying to making people hate Nicholai "I don't know what you guys are talking about," Nicholai said as he made his way down the corridor, "but I heard my name be said, so I assume you must miss my company." "I heard something about leaving the ship with the Cathar," he admitted to the others, "I guess the damage was bad then." He looked around at the others in the room. Aside from Koto and Khar, the others, battered and bruised, no condition to be active. "Well then, I guess I'm OK with making the trek back to town to get what we need, as long as it is my last trip there." "Just tell me what you need Doc, and I'll be up and back in no time," he said, still talking at his fast pace, not even stopping to take a breath. "I seriously don't even understand this place. Two suns? How that even work? Does the planet move in a figure-eight around them, or move around both in one rotation? I'm no scientist, but it just doesn't seem right to me," he said, speaking a mile a minute. "Anyways, just tell me what it is, and me and my pal here," he said, motioning towards Khar, "will waste not times." He then scanned over the heavily injured and bandaged crew members, "just don't bleed to death while we're gone, 'K."

01-24-2010, 08:47 PM	#78
Krylo The Straightest Shota Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: It's a secret to everybody. Posts: 17,789	Davis nodded at the plan. "Well, what're we standin' around fer, then?" he said with a strained grin as he loaded one arm with Gaffi sticks, the other hand firmly placed against his stomach wound. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was setting in now, but there was still work to be done and he didn't feel right sitting--even though he'd have pushed anyone else with injuries nearly as bad as his back down into a bed. "Let's get all this loaded up onto the banthas and get you two on the road." Perhaps Koto backhanded him and made him quit helping, perhaps someone else did, perhaps Davis helped load. These, however, were unimportant details. What was important was that all the unclaimed equipment and the gaffi sticks were loaded onto banthas, which Kharr and Nicholai led back to anchorhead. ---------- 1 DAY LATER Anchorhead: "Sirs, please stop where you are," the Czerka corp guard intoned as he saw the two leading the bantha arrive with what seemed like a whole lot of salvage. "I'll need to see your salvage license, and..." he added, looking over the gaffi sticks, "Your hunting license, please." THE SHIP: The night had passed peacefully, and most of the crew was beginning to feel a bit better, their wounds closing. Little had been done in way of repairs, however, most of the small group taking the time to heal as was the intelligent thing to do. However, with morning came unpleasant surprises. Douglas was the first to hear it. A faint sound that sounded something like a disgruntled donkey. He signaled to the others to listen, as the sound repeated, this time alerting the others. Douglass moved to out the entrance ramp, peaking down carefully. Sand people. He could see at least two, but it was hard to say how many others were in the vicinity. One was retreating, running away from the ship, apparently. The other noticed him and fired, however. The slug travelled neatly, with incredible precision, or at least luck, and caught him in the side of the throat as he attempted to roll back into the ship. Blood was coming fast and he was quick to apply pressure to the wound with his hand as he scuttled back from the entrance ramp (Sand person super critted, 19 damage). If one listened they could hear the sand person beginning to reload his rifle, as Davis, and, hopefully, others, rushed to help Douglas and pull him away from the entrance to the ship. ----------- PF/Vira-- Teal/Petal-- Mern/Douglas-- Arhra/Koto-- Davis-- Known Sand Person: 100 paces from ship. Vira: 12/17 Douglas: 7/29 Davis: 28/38 Did a luck roll to decide who would look. Douglas lost. The rest of you should be glad Douglas lost. So should he, really. ALSO, on the team in Anchorhead, at least one of you should have a hunting license, neither of you has a salvage license, however. __________________ I am very tired.

01-24-2010, 09:56 PM	#79
Teal Mage Political Studies Student Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Canada! Posts: 1,577	Frowning, Petal's green eyes tracked Douglas' progress through the ship, had he heard what she thought she had? She'd been about to check herself, but the ex-soldier seemed to have beaten her to it. She shrugged, no need for two of them to waste their time - Gunfire. Petal whirled toward the entrance, newly repaired desert cloak flowing out in her wake. Her boots beat a quick rhythm on the metal deck of the ship as she hurried to the ship's entrance - and cursed at the sight. Quickly, the sword fighter grasped the injured ex-soldier's upper arms and tried to hasten his progress into the ship. She hoped they could get into the ship before that damned Sand Person finished reloading. "Raiders!" Petal shouted, wincing inwardly at the redundancy of her words, "Stay in the ship - they can't hurt us if they can't see us!" Even as she said the words, Petal knew they were more for her benefit then the others - they could attack from a distance, she would be the only one who had to cower in the ship's corridors until the enemy closed. Still, it was sound advice. * * * Petal (attempts) to pull Douglas behind full cover. __________________ I'm always available to chat on AIM and Skype/MSN, so if you've like to speak further with me about anything I say, or just address something to me personally, feel free to add me. I welcome such conversations. Also obligatory signature! Last edited by Teal Mage; 01-24-2010 at 09:58 PM.

01-24-2010, 10:26 PM	#80
Menarker OMG! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW? Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 3,802	Douglas struggled to his feet with Petal's help, holding his weapon clumsily in one hand and clasping his neck tightly with the other, aiming to get back into shelter cursing his rather unfortunate round of bad luck as he moved as much inwards as he could in the ship. If bad went to worse, he would set himself somewhere just around the corner to ambush a sandman who wanders in the corridor. ------------- I guess movement with Petal into the ship for full cover. __________________ THE BIO OF RENNY TRESSERHORN THE BIOs OF POKEMON UMBRAL!