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It was only after hours of traveling through Hyperspace that the blurring of stars finally began to come to a still - signaling the group’s arrival. Within split seconds, the viewport windows were dominated by the reddish-brown surface of Tund on the horizon. Their destination and the location of this most recent assignment. While the planet was far and irrelevant to Imperial politics, its significance came from the group of Dark-Side magicians - the aptly named ‘Order of Tund’ who called it home.

While the group had enjoyed some relative degree of obscurity, a surge in activity and reports of movement from the group had inevitably drawn the Empire’s ire - not keen on allowing the group of Dark-Siders and their secrets to exist in opposition to the true Sith.

Vahliri couldn't deny the bit of anxiety that welled up within her as they approached the planet. The half-Annfyn had only recently been elevated to the rank of Champion, and this marked her time leading other Acolytes into the field. Nevertheless, she was committed to seeing this objective through to the end and rose appropriately to the challenge before her - not allowing those nerves to manifest anywhere close to the exterior.

As a result, Vahliri carried herself with a demeanor that was far more serious than usual - chin up and posture straight as she exited from the cockpit. She led this operation as a Sith Champion and the officer in command, and that was a reality prioritized before her familiarity with any of those in attendance. The half-Annfyn was adorned in her signature red-and-black robes, hair pulled back into a long braid while the curved hilt of her lightsaber hung openly on her belt.

With a droid pilot to guide the shuttle towards Tund’s surface, Vahliri stopped at the entrance to the passenger compartment - eyes drifting across the trio of Acolyte’s gathered there. “We will be entering the atmosphere and landing on Tund momentarily.” She began, hands knitting together in her lap. "Initial scouting has narrowed down Sorcerer activity to this sector of the planet, and verbal accountings from Toong villagers speak of tower hidden within the jungles. But it will be incumbent upon us to pinpoint its location." A task that would no doubt necessitate trekking through the rough and humid terrain. "The Order of Tund are known practitioners of illusionary magicks, and it is highly likely that they have taken steps to conceal their stronghold from ordinary sight."

As the ship began to drop down into the atmosphere, the group would begin to feel the strong turbulence that beared down upon them - violent lightning storms visible through the viewport windows as they punched through the clouds. "Once we locate their stronghold, our primary targets will be the Conclave of Elders - the trio of Sorcerer's who govern the Order and its followers." She paused for a moment, allowing a gap before she continued. "Our secondary objective will be to secure the facility itself, and the achieved that are rumored to exist within its depths." There was only rumors and second-hand accountings of the libraries that the Order of Tund possessed, filled with knowledge that the Empire would no doubt be very interested in getting their hands on.

The half-Annfyn paused once, glancing between those assembled. “Any questions before we land?”


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Soleil was up to his eyeballs in reading by the time Vahliri showed in the passenger compartment, having spent much of the trip either poring over datapads or engaged in his limited forms of communication. He looked up at her, chewing idly on a straight, bark-stripped stick derived from an herbal root. Leaning against his chair's back while the Champion went over the mission summary, curiosity drew his eyes to a window as lightning flashed through the dark clouds. It reminded him fondly of Drommund Kaas.

Today though, he was here representing the Korriban Academy. A fully
Sith-style tunic granted to him by his new academy wasn't the only change, either. His hair'd been cut shorter to fit into helmets and arranged more neatly. A new lightsaber was clipped to his belt where before there was nothing, across from the usual vibrodagger. The packed expedition bag wasn't new, but he had that too.

His gaze returned to Vahliri when she finished. Sol'd been fully listening, so when the question of questions came up he voiced one.
'Tactic?' he telepathically projected so everyone would hear, dark eyebrows raised inquisitively. The brief hadn't covered whether they were starting with a manual search or checking with locals.


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Nova's eyes had darted back and forth from the other Acolytes to the windows a lot during their flight. She and the other Acos hadn't exchanged many words, but for her taste the few conversations were fine. It gave her more time to mentally prepare for their mission ahead and the thereby related amount of discipline she was forced to display once again.

Over the last months, she had clearly reconsidered her loyalty. She was even more convinced than before that she would stay active and work on missions, but discipline had never been her strong suit. However, this Vahliri was said to be quite capable and she had achieved something that Nova was still working on: Getting promoted into the rank of a champion. Nova knew that this was the brunette's first mission, which was partly why she was looking forward to it. This time, they weren't commanded by an old master, but someone her own age. However, now that Vahliri re-entered the room, she was looking much stricter and more serious than before.

Nova shifted her gaze to the champion, attentively listening to her brief summary, but once Sol had asked his question, Nova opened her mouth to add more details. "Yes, it would be good to know whether we should hold back and try a stealthy approach at first or whether we are expected anyway, so that we could come straight to the point once we find their stronghold" she explained, hoping that her thoughts complied with the thoughts of the mute acolyte next to her.

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Andrej felt a bit nervous and a bit out of place. He didn't know either of the other acolytes, and chatter between them had been pretty quiet between the three of them. The Zabrak had been glad to know there was going to be at least one other dude on the trip, but after learning he was mute, Andrej wasn't sure what to make of that. Was it rude to talk to him? Andrej didn't know sign language! So the boy had waited out the trip in near silence himself, awkwardly twiddling his thumbs and playing with his fingers to pass the time.

When the champion Vahliri entered the passenger area, Andrej's back snapped up straight and his eyes widened to attention. He listened attentively, and as he did, he could feel the buzzing of anticipation join the tingling of nerves. This was his first real mission! The desire to do his best - the best out of anyone here - was strong. Almost as strong as his nerves right now.

Time came for questions, and after the other two asked theirs, Andrej gulped and sheepishly raised his hand. "Where's the bathroom?" He'd had to pee since he'd gotten on this ship.

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Vahliri allowed her gaze to shift between each of the Acolytes, taking a moment to regard them packed together in the passenger compartment of the shuttle. It was a sight not so unfamiliar to the half-Annfyn, and she couldn’t help but think back to that first mission to Zakuul with the rest of the AcoSquad. It was a fond memory, but not one she lingered on for more than a split second, amber gaze flicking between Sol and Nova as they questioned the strategy in mind.

“Stealth.” She nodded towards Nova before elaborating further. “We will not be giving the Order any warning of our attack before we infiltrate their stronghold. Thus, we will be landing six kilometers west of the nearest Toong village and continuing into the jungle on foot in search of it.” While it meant trekking through the jungles themselves, Vahliri wasn’t going to risk drawing undue attention to themselves by poking around with the natives. “We know nothing about what will be waiting for us inside the stronghold. It will require us to improvise, and communicate as the situation evolves.” She stated. Her eyes then flicked to Andrej, listening as the youngest Acolyte asked his question. She blinked a few times, only to give a vague shrug as she jutted her chin. “Lavatory is down the corridor and to the lef–”

The half-Annfyn didn’t have the opportunity to finish that statement - nor would Andrej have the opportunity to actually make his way towards the bathroom. Without any warning, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky as they descended through the clouds, blasting against the hull of the shuttle. The single bolt was accompanied by several others in rapid succession - as if the sky itself had turned hostile and targeted the invading Sith vessel. Destructive electricity coursed through ship, overloading its internal circuitry and caused sparks to abruptly erupt from key-panels and the cockpit’s main controls.

Good ol’ ‘Charlie’ the pilot-droid - valiantly manning the controls at the time - didn’t survive the shock as electricity surged through his metallic body - damaging him beyond repair and causing the droid to slump lifelessly forward in the pilot’s chair. Within split seconds, the shuttle began to careen down towards the jungles below - dropping miles of altitude at alarming speeds.

As a result, Vahliri was abruptly thrown against the doorframe where she stood - only managing to stay on her feet as she braced her hand behind her against the door. Her eyes rapidly snapped around the shuttle, her stomach dropping into her feet as situation in the cockpit dawned on her. Another quick glance towards the ship’s escape pod, and Vahliri could only grimace for a split second at the key-panel meant to open the hatch doors to the pod - sparking and very clearly too damaged to open.

Without a single word to the Acolyte’s in the passenger compartment, Vahliri pushed off from the doorframe and bolting towards the cockpit - internally praying that none of them were stupid enough to leave their seats to follow her. The half-Annfyn reached out with the Force, abruptly throwing the late ‘Charlie’ from the pilot’s chair and slipping into his place. Even with the majority of the ship’s systems fried, Vahliri seized the controls and harshly pulled up on the steering - attempting to pull the ship out of a flat-out nosedive and into a slightly more forgiving angle.

Seconds ticked by as the ship careened towards the surface - the verdant jungles rushing towards the viewport windows at alarming speeds. Though inside would be able to feel the way the cabin grew exponentially hotter - the civilian shields eventually dying out. Mere moments before impact, Vahliri plastered herself to the pilot’s chair. “BRACE!”

A split second more, and then it hit - the frontal section of the shuttle colliding with the jungle floor much harder than it should have. The impact would undoubtedly thrash around each of those inside, and anyone who hadn’t been tightly fastened into their seat would’ve been thrown like a ragdoll as the shuttle rocked and jerked abruptly. The hull groaned as the shuttle skid across the damp earth below, plowing through small trees and leaving a deep gouge in the earth.

It wasn’t until the shuttle’s left wing collided with a large boulder that they finally stopped moving. Electricity snapped and sparked from damaged circuitry, and wisps of smoke gradually began to fill the interior cabin - indicative of fires that had begun to burn within the cargo compartment of the ship.


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"Oh thank f-" Andrej didn't even get to finish his thought of relief before the ship jerked violently, then again in rapid succession as something struck the hull of the ship multiple times. He was saved from being thrown off balance like Vahliri had been because he was sitting down, but the pressure of the seat belt against his abdomen squeezed a bit too tight. Andrej felt a warm tinkle of piss trickle into his pants, and instantly his skin tone ripened from orange to bright red. Call him Darth Maul, because he was red and certainly pissy.

Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately since it meant more pressure on his bladder, there would be very little time for anyone to actually notice right away because it soon became very apparent that their ship was going down. Their mission commander had run off to the cockpit to presumably salvage the situation to the best of her ability, and all sorts of lights and sounds began to flash and sound off in the ship.

Vahliri's warning was barely heard above the noise and came just in time. Andrej plastered himself against his seat, then placed his hands firmly on the top of his head to protect his face and neck. Then, to the best of his ability, he tried his damndest to relax. The kid's obsession with ships taught him many things, but never did he think he would have to apply that to a ship crash. "Drunk pilots have a higher rate of survival because they're relaxed. Drunk pilots have-"

The ship collided with the ground, and Andrej was thrown around in his seat, held in place only by his seatbelt. He let out a pained cry as he felt what he guessed to be a rib crack against the pressure and his body already felt bruised. The Zabrak could only relax so much as he was jumbled around, so he braced himself and counted the seconds until the ship stopped moving.

Once it did, the Zabrak carefully opened his eyes to the smoke-filled cabin. Adrenaline set in as he fumbled with his seat belt, trying to unfasten it, but his hands were shaky and it took him much longer than needed.

"Is- is everyone okay?" The boy's usually deep voice was raised in a pitch out of nerves and concern, and it sounded a bit pained as well. "Where's Champion Kahtal?" He then coughed; his lungs were not happy about the thickening, smoky air.

"Smoke is bad. Fire and electric wiring is really bad. This is bad!" The acolyte, after seeing the other two seemed not-too-bad, hurried off in the direction of the cockpit to find their leader.

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Nova was pretty sure that the young champion must have been at least a little on edge, because this was probably her first mission in command, and yet she had to admit that Vahliri did a passable job in addressing them accordingly. Nova had promised herself that she would treat the young champion respectfully, and thus she kept a straight face, however, as Andrej asked for the bathrooms, she couldn't help but to let out an amused, but not at all offensive scoff.

As Vahliri went on, the female acolyte nodded to signal her understanding in terms of the stealthy approach. Concerning their target group, it definitely made sense to approach them carefully, considering that they didn't even know where to find them yet. The champion proved this assumption by her elaboration, which mentioned that they were all required to improvise. Nova hated uncertainty and improvisation, but she did her best in trying not to show any reaction in her mimic. Seconds later, however, she couldn't keep up her fassade up, as the ship began to jerk vehemently and the only thing that kept her in her seat were the straps which were luckily still fastened.

Without the thunderstorm that was raging outside, one could have thought that they were being attacked. Sparks started to erupt from every corner as the ship was seemingly electrified, and soon the first clouds of smoke spread mercilessly through the passengers compartment. Nova was thrown around in her seat while the whole ship was shaking uncontrollably and while the temperature rose rapidly, the whole jerking soon died out as the ship crashed into the ground. Only then when the movement of the ship came to a complete halt, she hastily started fumbling with the seat belt.

Once Nova was unstrapped, she climbed out of her seat. Her head was relentlessly pounding in pain, but from all the movement it would be no wonder if she had caught an actual concussion anyway. She now realized that something loose must have also scratched her while flying by, as the fabric on her knee was slightly torn and there was some fresh blood visible, but it merely looked like a scratch. She didn't want to imagine what had happened to Vahliri, because she had clearly not been strapped onto a seat as their crash landing had started. "I'm...okay. What about you?" she asked the others, directing her gaze back at Sol, as Andrej was already hurrying away. Sol looked alright as well, so she was more worried about the champion in the cockpit, but she wanted to ensure that the mute acolyte was not being left here alone.

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Sol's plain expression cracked into an amused smirk from how out of place Andrej's question seemed, although he sympathized with the dude. Long trips in unfamiliar starships were pretty far from his favorite thing. On the plus side, the basic mission plan seemed reasonably solid. Although-

As lightning rocked the shuttle, those details were aburptly less important. Caascading shorts throughout the ship caused a sharp drop in altitude and Sol was nearly flung forward from his seat, kept in place mostly by crash webbing. Coughing a little from the sudden start-stop motion he glanced around in alarm. Smells of burnt electrical wire filled the area, as well some other things he pretended not to notice.

Vahliri dashed out the door and Sol looked out the window to see the rapidly-approaching ground, which he immediately decided was a terrible decision why did he do that. The call to "BRACE!" rang through the metal halls and the Wrean acolyte responded by snapping to and calling on the Force. He attempted to cocoon and reinforce his body, relying heavily on some prior advice about that sort of thing, just before the shuttle met the ground.

Crash webbing kept him in place while the impact thrashed him around in his chair, face tight with concentration. When the ship finally collided to a sudden stop he abruptly relaxed, hissing in pain from aches and bruises across his body Soleil shook his head, immediately regretting it because of new head and neck pain, and fumbled his way through unstrapping himself.
'Fine' came a short telepathic reply and dismissive hand gesture. Unable to focus enough to repeat a full question he settled on a quick 'Go!'

Contrary to school-standard fire protocol he picked up his backpack before half-running, half-stumbling out the passenger doorway toward the cockpit. The acrid smoke was rough on his Wrean biology, making him cough repeatedly into a sleeve covering his mouth and nose. Just behind the cockpit was an unpowered airlock. They weren't going down an unpowered landing ramp, and Andrej was heading into the cockpit itself. He was concerned about Vahliri and the other acolytes, but in the middle of a crisis, he defaulted to problem-solving mode.

Coughing all the while and trying to keep his lungs clear with the Force, Soleil ignited his lightsaber and started cutting through so they could escape. Ideally, sometime before they all burned to death or suffocated from the smoke.


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As a result of desperately attempting to steer the shuttle away from a nose-dive and their utter demise, Vahliri had no time to cocoon the Force around her body protectively or otherwise brace for the crash as she warned the others to do.

The split-second that their vessel collided with jungle floor, Vahliri was harshly thrown around within her seat - her relatively small figure thrashing against the resistance of her seatbelt that kept her mostly in place. Sudden spikes of pain jolted through her torso as she felt her rib crack against the pressure of the belt that crossed her body, followed by a sickening crunch as her left arm - stiff and rigid as it had been gripping the controls - slammed against the durasteel control panels. The crash caused anything not bolted down to be thrown into chaos within the cockpit - and Vahliri didn’t even see what it was that struck the side of her skull - the impact causing Vahliri to black out at once.

Even as the ship came to a tough halt and the Acolyte’s began to stir behind her, Vahliri didn’t immediately regain consciousness - knocked out cold from the blow to her head. Her body was suspended ever-so-slightly forward in the crash webbing that automatically deployed, while blood openly poured from a gash above her hairline. One look by Andrej - and anyone else who entered the cockpit - would be enough to tell that the half-Annfyn’s left arm had been broken as well.

Meanwhile, the flames continued to spread through the cargo compartment and further into the back of the crashed shuttle. Acrid, black smoke billowed through the tight corridors and filled the cabin in a suffocating cloud - making it progressively more difficult to breath as conditions worsened. Nevertheless, the Acolyte’s would be faced with the dilemma of abandoning what supplies they had brought with them - or venturing further into the shuttle to retrieve them.

Navigational equipment, medical supplies and food stuffs all stood to be lost should the Acolyte’s choose to simply vacate the ship - though that certainly remained their safest option.


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"Oh shit. Oh kriff."

Andrej entered the cockpit and immediately zeroed in on Vahliri amongst the chaos and rubble. There was a piece of something wedged into the side of her head, and her arm was bent at an unnatural angle. The boy assumed there was more than met the eye, but he didn't have time to assess the damages fully. He didn't even have time to figure out if it was safe to move her or not. Smoke was quickly thickening the air of the cockpit, making it more and more dangerous to remain.

"Sorry..." Andrej quickly moved to unbuckle the champion, then carefully slid his arms under her and lifted her out of the chair. Even though she was unconscious, the apology came early because he knew that he was only causing her more pain for when she woke up. Unfortunately, it was a necessary evil.

"I AM GETTING OUT OF SHIP WITH HER!" He shouted to the other two acolytes, filling his lungs more with smoke and causing him to cough violently just after. The violent motion caused pain to strike through his body as his broken ribs pressed against his lungs. Andrej gritted his teeth, then made a beeline for the closest exit which happened to be the broken, shattered viewport in the cockpit. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering, but he was able to stumble out onto the ground and away from the ship with Vahliri. He would set her down gently a ways off, catch his breath, then stumble back towards the ship.

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Nova held her breath, knowing that it was the better to stop herself from inhaling the smoke even though it had already reached her lungs. She was starting to cough while she was realizing what Sol was trying to do. For a second, she thought of helping him, but it seemed like he was doing a decent job and so she decided that champion Kahtal was probably needing more help right now.

Her thoughts were spinning a little and she was still afraid that she might have caught a concussion, but she tried to ignore the pain while she made her made towards the cockpit. She realized that Andrej had already reached the champion, but if she was being honest, Vahliri didn't look good right now. She was hurt, badly even at first glance and this would probably turn out to be a problem sooner or later, same as the fried circutries and the broken ship...Great. It was all just fantastic. Their mission was apparently doomed.

While it was quite usual for Nova to think rather pessimistically, her comrade Andrej seemed rather optimistic to find a fast way out. She wanted to warn him that the airlocks were broken, but she needed to couch vehemently anyway, not being able to tell him right now. However, she had to admit that the boy was thinking quickly. He found a way out of the viewport and that was Nova's sign to grab as much stuff as still possible while collecting Sol, who was probably still busy in the passenger compartment.

Stumbling back, she reached the Acolyte and covered her mouth either the fabric on her arm. "The...viewport. It's the fastest...way" she coughed breathlessly, gesturing towards the cockpit in one swift motion. She would wait for Sol to get moving as well before she would try to escape, but she did already start to gather her backpack as well as a bag of medical supplies that she found on the ground right under the seats. It must have been sent loose through their crash, but it was good that they had atleast something usefull. With another glance into the direction of the other Acolyte she realized that the room was filling up with smoke quickly, so they really had to hurry to get out of there before they would suffer the unpleasant consequences of suffocating.

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Midway through cutting through the airlock just outside the cockpit- it wasn't taking long, the metal was relatively thin- Sol heard Andrej's shouting and all the coughing after. Nova entered the cockpit and then returned to tell him about the viewport. Already focusing on his keeping his lungs as clear as possible he only repeated 'Go'. He retracted his lightsaber from the door and started kicking it. The first knocked it loose, while the second sent it falling from the ship to the ground below.

Soleil dropped from the opened airlock and let out a long, hacking breath, stumbling away from the ship and dropping his bag. He paced few a few moments as he took in lungfuls of fresh air through his coughing, letting himself get thoroughly soaked in the cool rain. He glanced toward where Andrej set down Vahliri. Bleeding from the head, clearly out cold, and that arm didn't look good. Sol's lips set tightly. She ideally needed more than a medkit, and there were survival goods in the ship as well.

The Wrean acolyte poured the container of water over his head, bounced in place to psyche himself up, and coughed a few more times before taking as deep a breath as he could manage. Then he leaped back up into the wide, open airlock. It was pretty close to the passenger supply store, so he figured he could at least grab more serious supplies than a medkit and rations.

He kept at low as possible and moved quickly, feeling the oppressive heat and smoke against his skin as he got to passenger storage. The good news was it wasn't far. Unfortunately, a series of technical failures lead to a terrible storm of bad luck. Unbeknownst to the ship's passengers, severe damage to the engine section caused by the crash was the cause of some of the fires. They spread to the supplies through a tear in the adjoining wall, but more importantly, the ship's fuel was increasingly exposed.

Rushing down the hall, Soleil's progress was halted by a muffled boom and the engine room door bending outward as he passed by. A gout of flame and smoke hurtled toward him. It swept across his right arm even as he made a panicked dive away into a hot wall. Losing concentration on breath control and inhaling a bunch of smoke, Soleil frantically stumbled away back toward the airlock and ran straight out, dropping back onto the wet grass and rain. With as much Force as he could muster at the moment, Sol projected a loud, telepathic
'GET BACK!!' to everyone else.

Scrambling away across the grass, a thunderous BA-BOOM resounded from the ship behind him. Chunks of inflamed metal were blown free from its upper aft as the fuel lines breached and ignited. Pressurized fire burst from both the opened airlock and broken viewport. Nearby trees were ignited by starship fuel, oily smoke rising in black pillars from the crash.

Suffice to say, Soleil didn't recover any extra supplies. Coughing uncontrollably, he clumsily tore the leather vambrace off his scorched arm and flinched at the searing pain. Dizzy, nauseated, and with lungs burning, he at least managed not to start vomiting as he let the rain help cool him down.



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Even with all the commotion occurring in that moment, Vahliri didn’t immediately regain consciousness from the crash. As a result, Andrej would unfortunately find himself hauling around the complete and utter deadweight of the half-Annfyn as he dragged her from the cockpit. Fortunately, the Champion’s small size meant that she wasn’t too difficult to carry out and onto the grass. With a broken arm and an open gash across her skull, she had undoubtedly suffered the worst of the injuries.

Slowly but surely, the half-Annfyn began to rouse back to reality - a low groan escaping from her lips as she shifted in the grass. Sharp pain jolted across her entire body, most pronounced on her left side and near her temple. “..Is everyone else alright?” She said with another groan of dull agony, propping herself up on her good arm. Whatever pain she felt, Vahliri was alive - and the rest of them seemed to have escaped from the crash relatively undamaged. All in all, things could’ve been much, much worse for all of them.

Which, as if on que, was about when the ship proceeded to explode out of the blue.

Vahliri immediately fell back against the grass from the shockwave, bringing her arm up across her face in hopes of shielding from any flying debris. Luckily, the patch of grass where she was positioned with Andrej and Nova was far enough from the crash to avoid the explosion. All the same, the complete loss of their supplies and method of long-range communication brought a grimace to Vahliri’s face.

Her fluted ears flattened against her skull as she glanced around. A heavy mist hung over the entire tropical landscape - rising up to their waists and obscuring the path ahead after only a few feet of distance. She could smell the black smoke that filled the air, and the growing heat as the fires continued to catch across adjacent treetops. Despite her injuries, despite the absolute disaster that this mission had turned out to be, it left Vahliri with a single conclusion in her mind.

“We need to keep moving.” She finally said after a long moment of silence, grimacing as she propped herself up on her good arm. “We have no method of contacting Imperial Forces,” The half-Annfyn jutted her chin to the ship. “And there isn’t a village anywhere close.” The half-Annfyn shakily attempted to push herself upwards, pushing against an adjacent tree in order to do so. “Our only option now is to finish what we set out to do here.” She glanced over to Nova and the medpack the Acolyte had nabbed, gesturing to Sol and his burns before her own.

Meanwhile, if Andrej was paying close attention, the Zabrak would notice the faintest bit of movement within the endless mists that surrounded them. Lingering on the edge of the crashsite, the Acolyte would catch a glimpse of a robed figure - or rather, the silhouette of one - watching them silently. He would only have a few seconds to look upon the figure before it stepped back further into the jungle and vanished once more into the moisture-rich air. If he chose to investigate further, the Zabrak would discover what appeared to be the head of a trail that carved deeper into the jungle.


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There they were, stranded in the middle of nowhere while it rained down on them. The ship was no longer an option, since it had just exploded right next to them, the slight wave of pressure causing Nova to stumble backwards. If Sol hadn't warned them in time, she would have been affected harder, but luckily the Acolyte had seen it coming. But still: They hadn't only lost their fastest way out of here, but also their supplies.

The medpack was the last bit Nova had saved from the flames, but considering Champion Kahtal's injuries it wouldn't even be enough to help her much. Additionally, the Champion had gestured for her to tend to Sol's injuries first, which left Nova slightly torn between obeying her instructions and helping her first, since she was the one needing it the most.

For now, Nova opened the medpack hastily to gain an overview of the concents, but the growing frustration and her own pain made it harder to keep a steady hand. "I'm alright and yes, we should get going. They'll probably know we're here now", she replied before wiping her damp face with the back of her hand. She quickly glanced up into the sky that was thickly covered with dark clouds before she redirected her gaze back at the three of them.

"Can you walk, Champion Kahtal? I'm afraid the medical supplies won't help much. Before we start moving we should patch the two of you up", she addressed the Champion directly, implicitly asking for a clarification whether she should really tend to Sol's burns first. Nova was certain that their injuries would slow them down vehemently. Additionally, they were also much more vulnerable, which was not at all helpful for their endeavor. However, their Champion was right. They didn't even have a chance for a Plan B now. All they could do was trying to accomplish their mission's goal.

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Soleil Altan

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Somewhere in the midst of coughing his lungs out, Soleil dragged himself back up off the ground to join the others. Vahliri'd woken up and was giving orders, clearly unsteady on her feet. Suddenly sharp and focused, Sol's eyes found the half-Annfyn's and held that gaze for several seconds.

Without much warning, he'd snatch a bandage roll from the medkit Nova was standing about holding, following the instructions himself. He awkwardly went about the process of unraveling some. 'Find a splint' his mental voice snapped decisively in Nova's direction with a nod to Vahliri's dangling, broken arm. That couldn't stay unbound during a trek. More importantly, she'd just been knocked out and woken up lucid. Concussions were serious trouble and they'd have to keep an eye on her.

Sol wound bandage over his own burn, the affected arm tense and tight. Perhaps helpful in this instance, he'd been set on fire before, among many other injuries, and was able to work well enough while in pain. Next, he grabbed one of the two or three standard medkit stimpacks to inject into Vahliri's shoulder. It contained a mix of bacta and painkillers. Mostly for the latter, since splinting her broken arm was going to wholly suck.

He'd help with the splinting part and finding where the actual break was, but he had only one good hand versus Nova's two. Andrej still seemed to be recovering from the shockwave and things as well, but he probably also had injuries to look at.


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