Plot Zakuul it on me

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  1. Giskosdee Blokseenx

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    Pop.......pop.....pop......pop



    The soft popping noise permeated the freighters flight deck as the suction cups of Giskodee Blokseenx drummed on the pilot chair. Deep blue eyes reflected the mostly green world in front of him. Scanning visually he could see the expansive ocean, and the familiar look of greenery and swamps that were obvious to a Rodian. The glimpse sent several flashbacks through his mind of his time on rodia, a time he was happy to forget. “Darlings, we are hereeeeee!” He would shout back his voice placing a song like emphasis on the last part of the word.


    Swiveling his green fingers flashed across the control module stabilizing the ship and preparing to descend to the planet they had been contracted to visit. The mission was a simple one, capture a couple beasties, turn them, get paid. Easy breezy Kodee thought to himself. Times weren’t going great for bounty hunting, so you took what you can get.


    With a couple more clicks he would set the coordinates and get up from the chair. Standing the rest of the crew would have a full view of the Rodians risky fashion choices. While his feet where covered in his boots, his torso was draped with a bright pink robe that was shorter than a wookies patience in Holochess. The color clashed with his light green and yellow striated skin.


    “What are these things called agin?” He’d ask as he made his way to the back of the cabin and pressed a button to his locker. Inside his armor, and firearms lay each wrapped in a gentle cloth to prevent them from being scratched lay snug and safe. Gingerly picking them up he would carefully get dressed, and to the dismay of his partners remove the robe without covering up.


    The Mynock class freighter continued to drift as soft pings came from the pilots chair, and the planet increased in size through the front bay. The ship remained nearly immaculate in most areas. Clean from dirt and dust, though undeniably well used. What may have been nice once was becoming worn and needing replaced. Bright colored fabrics finding themselves dull, and machines having been fixed one to many times showing their age.


    Picking up his A-10 blaster he would give it a kiss with his snoot before placing it down and looking around the cabin for his partners for this mission.

    Wc - 398
     
  2. Dwelo Truntig

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    Dwelo who'd been napping in the copilots seat of the mynock freighter, was abruptly awakened by the high pitched voice of Kodee. "What th-" He'd start to say before he layed eyes upon the marshy planet of Zakuul. "How long was I asleep?" He'd mutter to himself as he got up from the worn seats and walking towards the compartment where he'd stored his chanti blaster pistols and holster. He'd let out a yawn before he wrapped the holster around his torso, and slipped his guns into the compartments.

    He'd done the same action a hundred times before in his roles on Corscant 99 and Trouble in Tatooine but those had always been props, and he was a long way from a movie set. Reaching into the back he'd find his stun baton and tuck it into the inside of his jacket. He was about to pick up his blaster carbine when the voice of his pilot rang from the corner of the room. "What are these things called again" He'd question.

    And the nautolan would be convinced to turn just as the man dropped the item in question. "For the force sake, Put some clothes back on Kodee" He'd say as he used his hands to shield his eyes, before turning back around to his own side muttering "Its a damn robe" and slamming the small locker door.
     
  3. Klara Kadell

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    The newest addition to Circus's crew had not spoken throughout the entire hyperspace jump. Rather than engage the strangers around her, she kept to herself contemplating the horrible mistake she'd made in allowing that damned Rodian to sweet talk her into tagging along for 'just one job'. Indeed, head resting against the ship's cold innards and eyes closed with only the soft ever-present thrum of the ship to keep her company, Klara Kadell found herself wanting to be anywhere else in the galaxy right now—she certainly wasn't on Onderon anymore.

    The clunk of the subspace drive kicking in roused the woman from her feigned slumber and brought her back to reality. The way she understood it, this was supposed to be a fast in and out kind of gig. Kodee—as Klara suspected might be a pattern with the group's eccentric leader—was light on the details and heavy on the possibility of rewards, but the job had something to do with capturing a few animals of some kind. Surely such a task couldn't be all that hard, especially considering the size of the group Kodee had managed to rustle up.

    Either way, the soon-to-be hunter felt it proper to prepare for whatever might await her on Zakuul. Methodically checking each chamber of her father's ZA-13 as had become her habit in the past month, the Onderon native mentally repeated the same mantra that had carried her all the way through the death of her parents and beyond: Stay strong, Klara; Stay Strong, Klara; Stay Strong, Kla—. The appearance of their flamboyant and scantily clad leader broke the woman from her self-imposed ritual and sent a flush of red creeping across the twenty-year-old's face, did that Rodian have no shame?

    Holstering her weapon, pulling back her hair, and leaning her head back up against the side of the ship, she interested herself in the unremarkable ceiling—anything was better than giving Kodee the satisfaction of attention. Of course, it wasn't her place to criticize the man who would be paying out her next paycheck, but a bit of professionalism wouldn't hurt. How he expected to pick up more clients was beyond the woman and, frankly, none of her concern. For now, she would continue to trace the mundane patterns on the ceiling with her gaze until their arrival planetside.

    It's just one job.
     
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    Within the dining area of the ship the Trandoshan found himself sitting barefoot. The bottom of his feet calloused due to his preference to move without footwear, the freedom he felt when soft billows of wind rippled across his clawed, bare feet provided him with a sense of liberty. A taste of childhood. For now, he only felt the cold metallic floor against them while he situated himself on one of the numerous tables available in the freighter. Before him sat a bowl of inanimate worms, the toll of space-travel having caused the delicacy to expire. A blow to the mans enjoyment, yet he still allowed himself to indulge. He dug one meaty handful into the pile of clumped worms, raising them towards his agape maw before devouring them. It was important to be well rested and fed before an expedition, who knew how much energy would be required? He'd soon get to the bottom of the bowl, lifting the bowl higher so he could lick the remnants of his food from the container. The sound of the freighter steadily slowing had been enough of an indicator, but the soon landing of the vessel was confirmed when the peculiar leader of the ship announced it so.

    Placing the empty bowl back down onto the table, Sleen stood from the stool that burdened his toned weight while he made his way from the cafeteria and down into one of the corridors towards the lockers. His footsteps were a trail of thumps that trailed down the corridor, sometimes combined with the light scrape of his claws against the floor. When he breached his way past the doorway that held the groups individual lockers, a horrifying sight befell the poor alien. The impromptu leader was relieving himself of a dress he had been wearing, leaving his dignity, or lack thereof, bare to the unreceptive audience. A grimace crossed his scaled features, the slits of his eyes narrowing while he proceeded towards his own locker.

    A few hushed words in Dosh escaped the reptilians mouth, perhaps muffled by the creaking of the locker door when he opened it to retrieve his armour and carbine rifle. Grenades would be too loud for such a simple task, and risk damaging not only the property they were requested to retrieve, but perhaps even bringing too much heat to the team. To have others tracking an abundance of explosions would prove counterproductive to the teams goal. The pistols were unneeded for now, or at least so he thought. Fitting his brimmed hat over the top of his head, Sleen looked around at the cabin of people he barely knew. Tongue licking the insides of his mouth to retrieve any remnants of the worms that lingered within his teeth.
     
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    The rumble of atmospheric entry sent vibrations running through BD-43's chassis as he took hold of his workbench, securing himself amidst the shaking of the Circus. Numerous specimens, ranging from Nuna to Lothcats toppled to the floor, with a splat, the preservative liquid folding out onto the floor. Something akin to a sigh left BD's vocabulator. His blank, expressionless face somehow gave off an air of frustration and sadness and his hydraulics sheathed themselves with every grating metallic footstep. The surgical droid bent over, collecting his research one specimen at a time, the ooze pulping and snapping between the creatures and the metal they'd crashed onto.

    Such routines were common for BeeDee. He'd little drive to practice anything medicinal, but a dissection every now and again helped refresh his physiological databanks and BD despised, among many things, to be slow. He was riddled with malfunctions, particularly a disdain for functioning in this miserable existence, but this strangely did not affect his pride.

    BeeDee stepped aside from his work, sealing the specimens under a containment field as he looked to the viewport. Zakuul was processed through his photoreceptors, and something inside his circuits came up with one word - beautiful. It was disgusting. The medical droid closed the viewport, making his way out of the Circus's medical area. The ship was coming in for a landing, and, with it, the shrill screams of his one of his beloved masters, a Giskodee Blokseenx. Joys of a thousand stars.

    The lockers had suddenly become populated, one alien after another arming themselves, though one in particular, again Giskodee, was particularly lacking in any form of humility. BeeDee had seen his master naked numerous times, and, were it not for Dwelo's constant, whiny objections, he would have assumed the other crew members liked such a sight. It wasn't until later that BeeDee made note of Sleen's horrified expressions. Perhaps it was just Rodian biology that repulsed them.

    One crew member, however, was new, and was trying her damnedest not to look at the scaled creature in all of his glory. BeeDee's servos in his neck whirred as he turned to look at the human female, staring at her for a few moments with his automaton face. "One becomes accustomed to it," the droid said dryly, turning to go to the lockers himself.

    Though firstly a medical droid, BeeDee's absurdly lonely experiences in the storage facilities of LiMerge Industries and faulty programming to begin with had caused something rare with his internal processors. Quirks, contradictions in programming, even the occassional homocidal tendency had began to manifest where droids had so rarely expressed such sentient-like freedom. It was for this reason that BeeDee was a part of this crew. Bounty Hunter, Smuggler, whatever job they took, he was one of them, just with specializations in the field of health. As such, BeeDee did not find it difficult to arm himself with two primitive blaster pistols intended to leave his victims a bleeding mess, a blaster rifle used by the greatest bounty hunters in the galaxy, and a few grenades of various effects. In fact, this was as close to "alive" BeeDee felt amidst the suffering.

    "An alert that we're entering atmosphere would be preferred in the future, Master Giskodee. I'm sure you'd prefer I keep my software up to date should you ever need a bionic leg attached to the correct, amputated foot."
     
  6. Giskosdee Blokseenx

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    “Not the robe sugar, I’m talkin bout the beasties we are stalking.” Kodee would say as he outfitted himself in his armor, the green and yellow of his skin giving way to the dusty browns of his scout armor. Taking care to fold up the short pink robe he would replace it in the locker and slam it shut, holstering his pistols, and picking up the A-10 and his helmet in each of his hands. Walking back to the pilots seat he would set both the rifle and helmet next to him, and flop into the seat.


    His hands would once again graze across the panel, flicking a switch and toggling a button here and there, the popping of his suction cups no longer heard now that his gloves where on. His blue eyes would look at the readouts as he took the ship back over and began the task of preparing the freighter to enter orbit. Behind him he could hear as each member of the squad had begun outfitting themselves. Times where tough, and the jobs were scarce this side of the core worlds, but a Rodian had to do what a Rodian had to do. In this case, it meant forming a motley crew to which he had plans towards the future. Smuggling was alright, but it wasn’t were the big credits where.


    “O come on BeeDee, sweet heart don’t do me that way.” Kodee would say slamming up a lever and hitting the final two buttons. The ship would lurch for a second before the feeling of atmospheric entry would come over the entire crew. Swiveling to look back he could see the life and unlife forms that would be tackling the challenge of poaching. A human girl going through human emotions, a rippling specimen of a nautilan, a slightly homicidal robot, and the best looking transdoshan in a hat he’d ever seen. The only thing more diverse than the skill set was the personalities.


    “Would anyone care to play the brief again?” He would say pointing a long finger towards the holopad that contained the exact details of the mission. They were to land and set up base camp and then call the contractor to let them know the mission was a go. Still, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to make sure they were all on the same page. As someone moved to hit play the captain of the circus would reach down to one of the compartments and open it, pulling a blonde mass of hair and began to adjust it on his head. The wig had two slits in the weave for his antenna to not only slide through, but also keep the piece from blowing away. The blonde curls at contrast with his bright green skin and blue eyes absent of any other color.


    Mid way through the vid the proximity alert light would begin flashing and Kodee would find himself kicking his chair back into flight position. “Mmmmm something always feels so good about breaking back into atmo.” He would say in Rodian softly to himself, enjoying the feeling of the controls and the slight rumble of the ship.
     
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    After constantly moving for the past ten years, Garren enjoyed the long term jobs when they came. The boy and his droid “Red” were stowing away in the cargo bay ever since they arrived on the ship. He chose the cargo bay partially because the scenery didn’t matter to him, and partially to get away from the behemoth Sleen that struck a deal with after he had managed to get captured just a short time before.


    As they neared their destination, Garren awoke to the ship rumbling. “Watch it, even I can fly smoother than that!” He’d call out as he staggered to grab his clothes. Once Garren changed into his imperial covert outfit and fastened his weapons into place, he and Red would start making their way towards the cabin with the rest of the crew. Normally most crews he spent time with were comprised of similar individuals but this crew was the most diverse he’d ever been on, and he wasn’t sure about any of them, especially the new girl that they had picked up most recently.


    Just before approaching the cabin the ship started its descent onto the planet Zakuul. At first everything seemed like it was going smoothly until they started to drop faster than anticipated. After a few seconds of scrambling, Garren grabbed a metal bar that was overtop his head in order to brace for impact.


    The ship “landed” hard into stable piece of land located inside the swamp of Zakuul. For a millisecond everything fell silent, although that could’ve just been due to the rigining in Garren’s ears, until he could hear the cries of some wildlife in the distance. He sensed life all around them. “You good?” He’d mumble to Red under his breath. The droid would give a few angry beeps as a response.


    Garren entered the cabin door with a smile on his face as he turned towards the others, it was time to put on the show. “Well that was fun. What’s next?”
     
  8. Dwelo Truntig

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    As the now clothed rodian took his place in the pilot's seat, Dwelo would take his next to him as co pilot, and prepared to assist with the landing as needed. The two had only flown together a few times now but in the short time it had become apparent they made a good team. "I got it" Dwelo would say as his finger clicked the button of the holopad, and a blue hologram flickered into existence. The holovid contained a protocol droid which had no doubt been given a script of instructions by its master, which was a common practice in the underground world of smugglers and bounty hunters. It ensured that if the holovid was intercepted by law enforcement the creater would not find themselves incriminated.

    He'd tune out as the droid began to list their instructions, having heard the script about 5 times now the details were particulary boring to him. He chose instead to focus on their descent towards the swamp planet, hoping a second set of eyes would help to find a clean landing site. There were a lot of newbies on this outing, and he wasn't looking forward to any potential setbacks. He'd crack a smile at the rodians comment on breaking back into atmosphere, agreeing with remark. There was something comforting about leaving the black void of space and entering the familiar realm of oceans land and trees. "Lets focus on landing this thing Kodee, were not out of the woods yet" He'd say as he began to clutch into his controls.

    He'd shift his right hand to press a glowing red button before he spoke, hearing his own voice over the intercom. "The rest of you might want to finish what you're doing and buckle in. We're starting our descent" giving them about half a second before the ship swung downwards into the lower levels of the atmoshphere. After a few minutes what had once been a blanket of green began to turn into the familiar shapes of sprawling trees, and the descent seemed to be going smoothl until they'd hit some unexpected turbulance just as they were nearing landing level.

    The jolt of the unexpected force pushed them upwards as they were passing under a large tree branch. The collision created a loud sound and a violent rumble, before a blinking red signal came on that let them know they'd just lost their comms, the nautolan would mutter a profane word from his home planet before he and Kodee finally rested the ship on solid soil. Almost as soon as they did so the random blind kid they'd picked up would ask what was next.

    "We set up camp and contact our guy" He'd say over his shoulder as he stood up from his seat. "And I guess someones gotta go get our comms back"
     
  9. Klara Kadell

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    Klara's eyes narrowed ever so slightly with BD-43's comment, though her gaze never left the ceiling. The woman had seen and worked with many droids in her relatively short life, but never in all her days had she met a droid more in need of a memory wipe than Kodee's ill-serviced BD model. Despite the short amount of time she'd spent with the mechanized surgeon, she had already observed more than a few instances of aberrant behavior in its protocols, the most concerning of which was the droid's inclination towards violence—what kind of medical droid wielded weapons, after all?

    Perhaps, once this was all over, Klara mused to herself, she might earn a few extra credits by offering to wipe the droid for Kodee before going their separate ways. Such thoughts were, however, cut short by the familiar buzz of a holopad whirring to life as the hologram it projected recounted the job specs once more. Surely, each member of the Circus knew by heart now considering the number of times Kodee had played and replayed it for them during the hyperspace jump. Klara, for her part, could say many things about her employer but he did pay attention to the details. And, though she could respect such a trait, she did not bother to bring her gaze down to the projected droid and, instead, closed her eyes once more in feigned rest.

    ka-zzzZZZZTTTTT

    The violent jolt that shook the entire ship shortly after the hologram faded from existence pulled Klara's head back off the wall only to then dash it back into the unforgiving durasteel. Pain blossoming from the back of her head as she doubled over in her seat, the woman gingerly caressed what was surely going to become a bump of one vile shape or another. Were those two airheads in the cockpit even qualified to pilot a swoop bike, let alone a freighter?

    Clenching her teeth and biting back the pain, she cast a dark glare up at their uninspiring co-pilot. He guessed that someone might need to check the comms array? That shouldn't be something one just guesses at; that damn amphibian really made her blood boil. Indeed, had the entire cabin not been plunged into near-darkness almost immediately after Dwelo spoke she would have surely given that tentacle-head a piece of her mind.

    "Shit," she muttered into the darkness, her frustration evident. "That'll be the electrical systems."

    As if to confirm her assertion, the auxiliary lights blinked on, bathing the Circus' crew in an eerie red light. Still massaging the back of her head, the ship's designated mechanic unstrapped herself from her less than the comfortable seat and began to grope through the cabin. Following the far wall, she found the manual release for the landing ramp, which she turned and then pulled, allowing the ramp to descend onto the reasonably solid ground of Zakuul.

    Pushing her way through the wall of humidity that threatened to invade the Circus itself, Klara took her first steps onto the alien world. Fortunately, the airheads at the controls managed to find one of the few clearings in an otherwise wooded area. Unfortunately, such a small miracle did not distract from the overwhelming disaster that had befallen the poor ship's comms dish. From her perspective on the ground, there was no dish for Klara to see; it seemed the entire thing had been shorn off in whatever it was the ship hit on its imperfect landing.

    "We might be here a while," she said to the others, passing through the cabin and into the storage bay where she'd stowed her tools. This was going to be a job and a half—in theory, she knew what had to be done. Actually getting the repair done though, well, that was another matter entirely.

    So much for an easy trip.
     
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  10. Sleen Fe

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    With the announcement from both pilots, the rats came out from the sewers to find their cheddar. In this particular case, the rat was a teenage boy that wore a blindfold. He had once been the prey of Sleen, an offering that was to be offered up to the Scorekeeper to extend his prestige in her divine eyes, yet the offer presented to him bought the boy more time. How long was uncertain. The amber gaze fell upon the holograms monotonous repetition of the task at hand, one which most of the crew could now recite like a poem. He would not be surprised if the majority even had subconscious messages in their dreams about the mission at hand.

    Once the hologram fizzled out, imparting upon the group the much-needed information, something most peculiar befell the Trandoshan. He was airborne. At least, he was temporarily airborne when the ship shuddered, causing his impressive mass to shift into the air before landing a few seconds later back onto the metal flooring with a hefty slap of flesh. Instinctively however, the Trandoshans arms departed from his body and spread outwards in what could be considered a T-Pose. It was not to demonstrate his dominance in such a scenario, as that was evident enough, but rather to protect those around him that might be flung around from the brief impact. His toes curled against the ground, a screech of metal hinting at the digging of the Trandoshans claws against the ground while he braced.

    Soon enough the vessel would, hopefully, be complete in its landing. Some would consider such a landing inefficient and dangerous, but those people would simply be unaccustomed to the world of bounty hunting. Their lives were made to be lived on the edge of danger, teetering on the verge of the abyss. It was where excitement lay. Had anyone fallen into the reptilians embrace, they would now find themselves stared at by his unflinching gaze until they moved from him, or if they failed to do so, lightly pushed as a suggestion.

    Of course, the Trandoshan had no difficulty maintaining his knowledge on the location of the crew due to his ability to follow their heat signatures, even when the cabin was pitched into the soothing darkness. At least, for a few seconds before the dull throb of red radiated throughout the area. An unforgiving symptom on the ships current condition. Such situations needn't bother him, he was not the mechanic nor could he even attempt a repair if he got sight on the issues, in which he assumed there would be plenty after the landing which felt like a rough kiss from the ship to the planet.

    Clean light perforated the crimson hue of the room, providing clearer vision for the meatbags accompanying him. Sleen took the initiative to follow out shortly behind the female, his footsteps methodical and slow. Once his visage breached the gate of the ship his eyes narrowed to readjust to the sudden exposure of light, continuing his descent from the ramp only to look around the vicinity.

    That was weird.

    The Trandoshan approached a slew of blood that painted the lower portion of the ship, crouching down towards partial explosion of intestines and bone fragments. Collecting some of the crimson substance on his finger, the Trandoshan lightly licked against it, tasting the sweetness and even the aroma that came with it. Another lick. That sure tasted like most humans have from his experience. Unless the coordinates of the ship had been entirely off, there was no true reason for sentient beings to be this far out from civilisation. This location was impractical for solitary travel, which suggested a group was here with a particular goal in mind unless they merely enjoyed the danger of being around wild beasts.

    Sleen rose from his crouch, scanning the immediate vicinity of the ship for light imprints in the ground that would come from the once-living beings mass. It didn't take too long for the soft depreciation of grass to become evident to the tracker, giving Sleen his first indication on where the being had ventured from before the Scorekeeper delivered him unto the afterlife. Following the footsteps by stepping directly inside them, he retraced the footsteps while occasionally glancing upwards, scanning the area for any living creatures.

    It did not take too long for the male to wander upon a readily set camp, outfitted with relevant supplies and equipment that would be needed to successfully subdue the beasts. Surely, a miracle. Carefully searching the camp in case there were any lingering bodies present, Sleen found none. A mild irritant to the hunter, yet a hidden boon to the group. Turning to any of the group that would have followed him into the camp in the clearing, his coarse voice called out, "We will sssset up camp here, I will take first watch in casse any return while we are here. Rotate watch every two hoursss." The Trandoshan declared, deciding it was best for all of them to get a little rest rather than depraving all of them.
     
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    Finished with becoming a walking fortress, BD made his way to the holoprojector as with everyone else, this time greeted by the vaguely familiar blind boy and his droid, Red. The name was cutesy. Tinged with the light naivete of youth. BD hated it.

    The familiar droning of insufferable droid speech rang throughout BeeDee's audioreceptors. This had been the fifth or sixth time he'd heard the recording, and anything less than grating would not describe the annoyance he was beginning to feel. One could ask him to recite the instructions himself, especially if it meant he wouldn't have to witness the inferior deal another dose of this monotonous speech.

    The landing, however, was somehow worse. Turbulence shook the vessel in a manner that seemed almost irreparable. "Perhaps when we're finished here," BD started, jolting about the room, "we can use the credits to find a more reputable pilot." The echos of screeching metal echoed throughout the ship's rooms. "It appears we've lost something," BeeDee noted as the emergency lights activated, drowning everyone in a steepened crimson light. BD's red photoreceptors peered into the dim light, staring at his compatriots. Another jolt rocked him forward, jettisoning him from the ship's viewport.

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    "Two things," BeeDee chimed dryly, escaping the confines of the starship as the freighter continued its landing cycle.

    Had the droid been able to contort his face, he would have found himself notoriously expressionless. This wasn't surprising, just typical, and, with luck, it would spell his end.

    Unfortunately for BeeDee, he was not lucky. The landing cycle had almost been complete, and the fall, even onto a more solid surface, likely would not have been fatal. Instead, Zakuul was populated by swamps. BeeDee found himself cutting through branch after branch, ending his decent with the loud splash of murky, disgusting water. Submerged, BD could see nothing. Even through his photoreceptors, the water was much too cloudy to see through. The rough landing likely had knocked a few branches in along with him, be that the landing of the droid himself or the ship.

    Not long after, BeeDee felt the comparatively hard soil beneath the water, securing himself as he began his trek. A quick run of diagnostics yielded little to no change, scratches to his chassis likely making up the brunt of any problems. The dark water suddenly became brighter as BD reached the surface. His bulbous head sprang from the water, laden with plant life, and the soft whir of his servos hummed as he turned it. The ship had left something of a mark on the foliage - a trail of sorts. Whatever fell off would likely be that way.

    He turned back. The ship was going in the opposite direction, but it was low. It couldn't have gotten far. Much to BeeDee's dismay. A quiet death would be good here. Unfortunately, Zakuul was not known for tame animal life, and BD did contain pain sensors. It was for that reason the droid was at least glad to have kept his armaments. Perhaps, he'd haul one of the creatures himself and retrieve the missing part of the ship.
     
  12. Giskosdee Blokseenx

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    The crimson light illuminated the control panel as Kodee’s gloves finger moved across buttons and toggled several switches only to be met with silence. “Karking sleemo”, the curse would ring out through the cabin as everyone began their movements. His mind raced to the pit stop they had made before picking up the girl. The mechanic before her had seemed respectable, yet now maybe that was proven to the contrary. Klara was good with tools, good with the machines, something he himself had never found any interest in. Ships where for flying after all, getting bogged down in the repairs seemed such a waste when others could do that part. “No ones making the call love, not if this kriffing lights on.” He would punctuate the sentence by flicking the red light that Dwelo had pointed out referencing the coms. As for all of BD’s complaining, Kodee’s favorite song he wouldn’t even have an opportunity to reply as the droid seemed to be missing, hardly the first time.


    Following the rest of the crew Kodee would sling his A-10 across his back after he stood. As they made their way out, he could hear the sound of the Manual release for the doors, not a good sign. Placing his helmet on his bright eyes would begin to see through the HUD. The digital compass would display near the top of his visor, his hunter instincts already seeking to get a grip on where they had landed, and more importantly where they were going. Swiveling his head bird like he would take in the area, his pacing seeming disoriented and even sporadic in his directions. The A-10 would quickly move from his back to being held in front of him, on hand on the barrel with the other on the foregrip. In truth he was trying to keep an eye out for the wayward medic.


    It was the girls voice that carried more weight when it chimes out than the red stains his fellow reptile was observing that bothered him more. “Well..........looks like it’s a good thing you came along then aye? Creds don’t come easy.” His voice came out slightly distorted through the scout armor. He’d give her a little nudge with his elbow as the lizard spoke of camp and watched.


    As Sleen spoke, Kodee would jump on a couple fallen limbs of the trees, and lunge onto the ship. The metal of his boots clinking on the hull, inspecting the actual structural damage. Com array, out. Viewport, not looking great, and god new about the wiring.......well he’d started with worse. Turning he’d find himself just slightly above everyone else. Taking a seat he’d look over the diverse crew. Setting the long rifle in his lap one hand would affectionately pat the Circus, which had had better performances to be sure.


    His voice would have the familiar cadence, yet Unmistakably bore the static attributed to the com portal. “Lady, aliens......I think our pal Sleen here is makin sense.” He’d tip his head towards the Transdoshan. “Let’s get this camp and perimeter set up. Get Klara what she needs to tinker, and catch some rest before the real work begins. I wasn’t expecting this start, and our buyer sure ain’t gonna like not hearin from us so from this moment forward we need some kriffing efficiency.” This wasn’t the first crew he had had pieced together . The revolving door of the Circushad at least given him the experience to issue plans to a variety of life forms. “The Si'rin'ha, and ole Nardi there will go with me once we finish, and catch us some monsters.” He would point with his hand first to Sleen and then Dwelo at the respected Rodese names bestowed on them. “Klara, you got BD when he deems to return and the boy to help you do whatever you need once we get the gear out. Well, Aight then, like my daddy used to say Skak, trn kras ka noota.” Ideally at the conclusion each person would begin, and start to set up the camp. Sleen being the first to be the true look out. Kodee taking only a cursory look around utilizing the integrated scope on his HUD, but seeing nothing of to much interest.


    Placing the but of the rifle on his shoulder he would look through the scope, back towards the ruff-age they had mowed down. Seeing some sort of flying local fauna he’d replace the rifle on his back and slide down the ship. He took it to mean his droid was walking this way, though he had no clear indication. It was merely the assumption that no crew mate of his was as lucky to get their wish that easy, even if that wish was a quick end.


    Come on Big D, lets act like we are getting some boxes.” He’d slap Dwelo on the hind quarters as he walked by enroute to the external storage doors to help set up the camp. He never could help picking in the ex-actor at least a little bit. Krif, hope my bikes ok he’d think to himself as he started to help with the work.
     
  13. Garren

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    Although Garren had originally felt that the hard landing was more of an inconvenience than life endangering crash, the damage proved otherwise. He started to check himself for injuries after falling into the large lizard man. Red beeped at Garren telling him that he saw the BD43 Droid flying out the window as the crash happened. Originally the blind kid would leave crewmembers to fend for themselves, when they allowed stupid things to happen to them. But Red had a soft spot for other droids and pleaded with Garren to go look for him.


    As the boy started to catch his breath he heard someone else on the crew mention that the communication system was broken. Great, now we’re stranded on a swamp planet with no way to leave, no way to contact anyone, and our medic is missing, probably dead after flying into a creature filled hostile environment. His cynicism was starting to overtake the cheerful persona he always tried to maintain when talking to people. Out of all the jobs he’d ever had this one proved to be the most stressful before it even started.


    Following his brief talk with Red, Garren took a second to regain his composure before strolling out behind Sleen. If the boy had eyes the first thing he’d have noticed would’ve been the beautiful scenery that surrounded him, but instead all he noticed where his boots slightly sinking into the wet ground as he took a step off the ship ledge. This planet gave Garren a strange feeling from the moment they reached the atmosphere, normally he had to focus to notice his surroundings but here everything seemed more clear, probably due to the lack of millions of loud bodies disrupting his senses.


    While the blind boy took a few moments to sense his surroundings, their leader would start to allocate jobs to the crew. They were split into two teams, three people would proceed with the mission as planned to capture the wildlife, while the other three were meant to try and repair the ship, or improvise if necessary. Garren didn’t like the idea of the new girl being in charge of his mission, but he knew arguing would be futile since he couldn’t exactly repair the ship himself.


    “I’m going to go search for BD and anything else that might’ve flown out the window.” He’d shout to Klara, pulling his dagger out of his belt as he started entering into the forest.
     
  14. Giskosdee Blokseenx

    Giskosdee Blokseenx Character

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