[Sith Mission] Warriors lost to time and space.

[Taz]

"h....oky....", he thought he heard something. The hybrid rested on the belts of his shuttle chair, limp for the moment but not lifeless. The fog washing over him. Was that a girls voice. He thought, or tired to think. A bounding in his head, not unlike how he felt after him and the "spell caster' met for the first time.

Motion rocking, was it him was he trying to move. No. No every muscle in his body wanted nothing to do with movement. He had expelled every drop of energy he could muster from the force to assist the Maraluka and the Duros. Rocking again. He had to move, had to see who else might be alive.

"Hey.......Please wake up", the voice spoke again.

Virion lifted his head, placing his eyes on one of the female acolytes. Her name escaped him at the moment. Hell his name took a minute to come to him at the moment. As the fog started to lift from his mind, the hybrid looked around. The two of them were still strapped to there seats, the rest were gone. A gash in the hull was all that was left of the cockpit. The sound of the hull, with the sudden sense of panic the young man looked past the cockpit. Water perhaps on one side, sky light on the other.

"Can you get free", his voice nearly a whisper as pain filled his chest. The young woman shook her head no, clutching her chest and then her bleeding arm as she did so. The hull starting he creek more, building to a groan. Pulling his shoto from his side, the young acolyte carefully cut free the belts from the seat. Gravity suddenly took hold and sent the man plunging to the floor. The hull made another nose and the wreckage began to slip from his resting place. Suddenly stoped. Virion did know how or why. Quick as he could (not very) the young hybrid got back to his feet. "Don't look back, just move", he grunted to the girl with pain and agony in his voice. Reigniting his shoto Virion cut the girl free from her binds. As her feet hit the floor the skeleton of the shuttle shifted and split, part remaining on the cliff (perhaps held by Kree) the other plunging toward the water.

It was impulse alone that drove him to his next action. Summing was little energy he had left, Virion called the force to fuel his body. It wasn't much but it was enough to send the girl to the side of the hull still on land. The act was all he could do however, the pain of it racking his entire body forcing him to his knees before the hull went over the edge.

The broken remains of the ship hit the murky water in moments. Dragging what little weapons and supplies remain with it, the acolyte as well. His armor did provide him with a small window to escape his watery grave as the helmet sealed and leased air on demand as he took a breath. Pain still filling his body he would have little option but to allow the wreckage to come to rest before attempting to ascent.

 

[Vexillar]

Up. Don't just lay there.

Erchitu spoke in her usual tone. She was judging him. Harshly. She was right to though. He had no business just laying here. So he had been impaled? So their ship crashed? So what? He had survived worse, and he would continue to survive worse. He wasn't going to lay here like this, but his body didn't exactly agree with that statement. He struggled to sit up, circling the pain through his body. Embracing every bit of it, though it killed him to do so. He hated this. This was why he preferred the normal healing. He looked around at the wreckage and his heart skipped a beat as he witnessed some of the remains of the ship teetering on the edge of falling. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

Of course good news is followed by great news. There were two Acolytes still inside the ship! His Alaisia, and the Little Rancor. He cursed under his breath. "Eezeo, the ship! You have to get to the ship!" The droid was ensuring that those it had found so far were okay, but on that command he turned and identified the two lifeforms still inside. It whirred and beeped in a panicked Binary. Vi'kaar, overcome with a sense of panic, forced his body up and hobbled as quickly as possible to the wreckage in question. The Arachnid scurried off to the edge just where the half that Virion was falling on. The droid released several of it's tendrils as Alaisia flew over head, being moved to safety. The droid's appendages were just barely too short, but the Arcanist covered what the droid could not. He dropped the healing, his wound almost immediately reopening, blood flowing down his leg again and he was dropped to a knee, but that didn't stop him. He had come too far.

Way too far.

His hands outstretched, the Miraluka focused on the boy inside. The ship fell, but the Acolyte remained where he was. "S-someone...help..." It was obvious that the weakened, and severely injured, Raith was unable to do much besides suspend Virion. He tried to lift him, but the movement proved too much. Hell holding him there was barely possible, evident by the fact that he shook every now and then as if whatever invisible beam he was being supported on would break at any moment. Eezeo beeped rapidly. His tendrils just a meter short of being able to reach the suspended Acolyte. "Hold...Eezeo. Lift, V-...Virion." His voice was weak, and he was fading fast. If something didn't get done, he'd pass out, though that'd probably happen either way, and Virion would be lost to the water below.

 

[Officer Griddlez]

Despite his efforts, the ship creaking more and more as it began to tear. He heard Lairiel speaking to him, but he ignored her for the time being. He needed to concentrate. He wasn't strong enough with the Force to lift an Assault Craft, possibly half of one but it'd be excessively tiring. The half that was tipped over the edge was tearing off, and all he could do was keep hold of the grounded half so that it wouldn't bring the entire wreck down. Kree could see the droid he saw earlier coming back, as well as the masked man that was with them before the crash. The torn half was on the verge of being ripped off and plummeting, when a girl flew out of the ship. As soon as flew from the ship, the other half began to plummet. Someone is still in there. Kree and the masked man had the same idea, beating Kree to the edge by half a second.

The mangled half of the wreck continued plummeting, but the person that was inside was floating. A second passed and the Acolyte was still floating there, the distressed body-language of the masked man indicating he didn't currently have the strength to lift up the Acolyte. As quickly as the thought went through his mind, he was reaching out to the Acolyte. Right now he definitely hated himself and his inability to prevent the ship from falling over, even if half of it was safe. The frustration of the situation mixed with the pain wracking throughout his entire body was fuel for the fire. He touched the Acolyte, and added his strength to the masked man. The Acolyte began rising, and was released as he touched down next to the cliffs edge.

All of his strength was fading, the crash putting a heavy toll on his body. He didn't have the necessary strength to prevent the ship from falling. Maybe it was his fault that the Acolyte almost died? Contrary to most other people, Kree didn't believe anyone should die an unnecessary death. The thought of him being the cause of someones' untimely death frustrated him. If there is no reason to kill, then why do it? Is being the indirect cause of anothers' demise count as such? This thought nipped at the back of his mind before remembering what Lairiel said.

"I... assume we were a-attacked... Don't know by who... " Kree paused after every couple of words, trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible. His strength was till leaving him, and he was tired as all hell. "They might be.... coming back... can't... sta-...."He collapsed to the ground. Conscious, but unable to move, he didn't know what to do now. They were probably coming back, or they might not. That crash was horrendous, so they may just send in aerial scouts to look at the ship and assume that all the occupants have died. Either way everyone had to move. Half of his face was buried in mud and he had to carefully speak lest he get mud in his mouth. "Sorry la-la... your arm... didn't notice..."

So Kree laid there, spitting out the mud that seeped into his mouth as he tried talking. They had made it. For better or worst, we're alive... for now.

 

[Sierrien]

A bunch of crazy things happened near her - and she was awake enough to actually see most of them this time. First the other female came flying out of the wreckage of the ship nearby, and then most of what was sitting on the edge suddenly teetered over to fall. It seemed the Padawan near to herself had managed to secure a piece of it at least, but she saw there was still a Padawan left in that part of the ship who would be falling any.. Second now? What was this, some kind of cartoon where he had to notice there was no ground beneath him before he fell? But no, it rather seemed that he was just going to float in the air.

Then the masked man who had saved them all already once spoke out, and she understood. Right, he was using the Force to hold the Padawan in the air. And then Kree was there, reaching out with the Force to pull him back to the cliff. That had certainly been a close one; she had thought that the acolyte would be falling to his likely death. Not that she really minded if he died, it would have been one less person to share rations with. Then again, if anyone really was coming after them to make sure they went down in that crash, they would need all the help they could get. And he didn't seem all that wounded, at least from the ground over here.

Kree moved back towards her, mentioning her broken arm and.. Wait, had he just called her La-La? That was definitely not a nickname she wanted. Who was going to fear a Sith named La-La? That would jut make everyone think she was weak! Of course, she could perhaps have everyone underestimating her if they all thought her name was La-La, and an opponent who underestimated you was certainly easier to defeat than one who was prepared for you. So she let it slide, and would have to see if the nickname was going to stick. Everyone might just be too injured right now to notice anyways.

She wasn't sure if everyone was here, but she also didn't want to look around to find out. Moving her arm made her nauseous, and she didn't want to throw up and be further seen as weak by these other Sith. The Sith didn't look kindly on the weak. So instead she grit her teeth and simply shook her head towards Kree. "It's fine. Everyone is injured. Let me rest a bit, and then I'll find something to splint it with." Something metal would do, and there was all kind of wreckage around here. Cloth to tie it to her arm might be a bit harder to find; maybe she could convince someone to tear up their shirt. She wasn't keen on doing her own, the last thing she needed was to run around freezing in her bra on some backwater planet. Come to think of it, what planet were they on, anyways?

"Anyone know where we are?" She let out, seeing if anyone knew - and was willing to share that knowledge with the group. They were more or less in this together now, and their best chance of survival was to work together. But that didn't mean everyone would see it that way.

 

[Alaisia]

Alaisia watched as the acolyte cut his belts and fell to the floor. She heard the creaks and groans of the shuttle, waiting for him to cut her bindings as well... but was surprised when a moment later she found herself flying through the air away from him.

"No!" she cried out, unable to stop herself, as she watched the other side of the shuttle break off and fall. She hit the ground and yelled out in pain as she landed on her arm, further antagonizing the wound below her elbow. She spun around, gasping for breath, to see the acolyte floating in midair. It confused her for a moment, but then she saw V and realized it was him keeping the acolyte from falling to a watery death. She saw the other two acolytes on the ground away from the shuttle, one of the two obviously helping V, and lended her own power to the mix. Slowly, the acolyte reached the cliff edge and she reached out with her uninjured arm to help him up.

"Are you injured?" she asked, unsure of what else to say. Instead of waiting around for a response, though, she helped him out of the shuttle towards the others. She collapsed onto the ground, though, halfway between the acolytes and the shuttle. She gasped for breath, coughing hard. She layed still for a moment, watching the world spin around her, and fought a wave of nausea.

After a moment, she tried to stand again but fell to her knees as dizziness washed over her again. She gasped and held her arm, trying to stop the throbbing pain, and glared back at the ship. She hoped whoever had shot down their little shuttle would not come after them. The shuttle was destroyed and what was left of it was hanging onto the edge of the cliff. For all they knew, their entire group was dead.

 

[Taz]

Virion opened his eyes expecting to be surrounded by swampy black waters. To have the weight of the ship pulling him to the darkest depths of this planet. Instead he was standing in mid air. Below him was the splash of the hull remains as it fell with the exception of him. Knowing he had nothing to offer to will the force, the young man looked around.

There on the edge of the cliff was the 'spell caster' seemingly saving his life once again. The man truly was like no other Sith. The longer Virion was in his company the more confused he was as to why the man was in the Order at all. Still he would not look a gifted Bantha in the mouth, he was happy to be still among the living and not taking his last chance at the bottom of that water below him.

Moments later the others came to the aid of the Master. Dragging him to the edge with them. Alaisia come to him, attempting to drag him away for the cliff. The Master and the padawan were in poor shape. As quickly as she came to his aid she dropped the acolyte like a stone, overcome it seemed by her own wounds.

Now on the ground, the acolyte rolled to his back. There was little more he could do. He managed to save the young human girl, managed to assist in the barrier with the Master and the Crusader but there was nothing left. He didn't have the ability to heal with the force. He didn't have the experience in alchemy to trust he could make any kind of healing aid. "Thank you", all he could muster at the moment.

 

[Officer Griddlez]

I must not close my eyes. If he did, he wouldn't wake up for a while. Sleeping sounded nice, but if he fell asleep here and now things could get pretty bad. Feebly, but surely he pushed himself out of the mud. Glancing over to his side was Lairiel. Her arm was still broken, but thankfully there was no penetration. Not even bothering to stand up, he steadied himself on his knees and carefully grasped her arm. It had to be set, otherwise it wouldn't heal properly. Kree didn't say anything about what he was doing, hoping the obviousness of it would tell her otherwise. Without counting down, or even a word, he pulled her forearm towards him while holding the other side of the broken bone in place. After readjusting the bone so as to fit snuggly together he slowly let go. Taking out the knife on the back of his belt, he slipped the curved blade behind the straps of the pack and swiped to the side severing it. "Use this for a tourniquet."

He still couldn't get up to a stand without staggering. One thing that also got his attention, was the masked man. He hasn't gotten up either. Kree made his way to the masked man as fast as he could, a mix of walking with his knees and trying to stand up only to fall back own. Eventually he reached the downed Sith, an witnessed the hole in his leg. Kree had fairly limited knowledge on healing, able to stop the bleeding and barely close a wound but not enough to actually heal one. He put his hands above the hole in his leg, and drew on the Force that encompassed the area. Everyone was in pain, everyone was hurt and shaken. Kree was able to draw on those emotions around him and harness the Force to heal the wound. Though the actual healing wasn't anything special. Some of the muscle strands reconnected, the blood all but nearly stopped and the hole was a tad bit smaller. It would help, but they would need either medical supplies or someone with much more expertise on the matter. Doing as much as he could, he hobbled over to the other two Acolytes as fast as he was capable.

Kree had to carefully form his words now, so that they understood him. After pausing for a second to get some air in his lungs, he huffed. "The Masked Man's wound... I got it to stop bleeding... But I'm not too skilled in healing... Still need to close the wound... help."

 

[Sierrien]

Well, no one seemed to know where they were, or perhaps they were all just busy. Well, okay, they were all busy. Bleeding out or just rather injured, the lot of them. She was actually among the least injured, the other female acolyte looking to be just about as injured as she was, and the one who was closest to her had a nasty head wound. The masked man was down and not getting up, and.. She looked around. Was someone missing? No, it was the last one who had just been floating in the air. She couldn't tell how or if he was wounded now that he was laying down over there. She put the thought out of her mind then as the one nearest to her - Kree he had said, she thought? - had come up to her and grabbed her broken arm.

Before she could even brace herself, he gave a sharp tug on her arm and set the bone back in to place without saying a word or giving her a moment to brace herself. She let out a shriek of pain that just might wake the dead at the sudden influx of sharp agony, barely able to keep herself from decking Kree right in the nose with her other arm. She managed it though, and he cut off some straps and dropped them for her before stumbling off to... Wherever he was going. Her eyes shifted and saw the masked man, and the bar sticking gruesomely out of his leg. She almost moved to help, but then thought it through rationally. She didn't know how to use the force to heal even in theory, and she still had a broken arm she had to brace now that it had been set before the fix came undone.

She hauled herself to her feet somewhat awkwardly, but only because her left hand was firmly hiding her right arm in place over the break. Then she started to walk, teeth grit against the pain as she moved over towards what little of the ship remained. Thankfully finding some straight metal pieces was seventy easy in all of the wreckage, and she picked out two good straight pieces that didn't have many sharp edges. It was awkward tying it to her own arm, but with some concentration and use of force telekinesis she managed it, tying it good and tight so that it braced her mechanical arm above and below, across her forearm where the break was.

She picked up another pair of those same straight metal pieces; she was decently sure they had been pieces of the chairs they had been sitting in before the shuttle had been destroyed. Holding both in her left hand, she considered how she could make a sling and couldnt think of anything nearby. She might actually have to use her shirt for that. For now she just grit her teeth and returned to the pack she had been sleeping on, ripping off the remaining strap before bringing both it and the two bars over towards the other female. Alaisia she had said her name was, Lairiel reminded herself.

"For your arm, if it's as bad as it looks." She let out, in case it wasn't obvious, as she nodded towards the other female's likely broken arm. Her eyes moved towards the masked man, wondering if he was going to live through this or not. And if the rest of them were, for that matter.

 

[Alaisia]

Alaisia coughed, still clutching her arm, and spit dirt. She looked beside her at the acolyte she had carried. He had managed to roll over onto his back and mutter 'Thank you'. A small smile touched her lips for a moment, but then it was gone as she looked further around her at the rest of the wreckage.

"For your arm, if it's as bad as it looks."

She looked back and saw Lairiel, the only other female in their group. Her name she remembered for that reason. She saw her holding out two bars and a strip of cloth.

"It's not broken," Alaisia says, "but it is deep." Taking the cloth, she wrapped it around her arm tightly, watching the cloth darken with her blood. It wasn't the solution, but it would help. She nodded her thanks to Lairiel before trying to stand again. As dizziness swept over her again, she stumbled back to one knee.

She glanced again at Lairiel. "Do you know where we are?" she said, finally managing to stand without falling.

 

[Taz]

"Help"

A voice seemed to carry in the air, nearly a whisper as the hybrid was fading in and out. With great effort the young man pried off the helmet of his armor for the moment. It would do little for him now as it were. Rolling back to his knees, standing atop of them with what straight he could muster. They were all alive, the force was radiating from all of them. Even if only the tiniest ripple.

The voice, it seemed to be coming from the other male. Kree, was that his name. His mind fading again. Virion stared into nothing, trying to focus himself as the pain and the trauma filled his body. Then his memory flashed for but a moment to the Duros Crusader. It was little more then a passing thought but it was that very thought that drove him to his next action.

Body still racked with pain, Virion began to crawl toward Raith and Kree. Slinking to the men with the strength of a two year old youngling as he made the short distance. With a groan the young acolyte brought himself into a meditative position before the Master. One more his mind flashed to the Crusader and the brief exchange of force power between them before the impact. Virion then drew in the force as if it were the breath of life. Placing his hands on the worst of the Master's wounds the acolyte focused the energy of the force picturing in his mind tha man's wounds closing.

It was an ability he was not training in but was also not ignorant to. Something within him opened the doorway to the ability and he had a debt to the Master for perhaps not killing him on Galtea. In truth he was not completely sure he was doing it correctly but the bleeding in the Miraluka's leg seemed to stop.

 

[Vexillar]

Pain. That's what forced him awake.

His leg felt like someone was jabbing at it with a vibroknife and stirring it around. If he had eyes, they would have snapped open, but instead he threw his head back and grunted heavily while grinding his teeth. The Acolytes, it was them. He grabbed their hands, and began to direct their power a bit more. He wasn't sure who, but someone was drawing from the wrong power source. Someone was calling on pain and suffering to heal, and that was causing him the pain he felt. He channeled Ashla's power through the connection of the two of them, and the pain subsided and his would closed up. He was still incredibly weak, however, and didn't trust himself to sit up just yet. "I...I guess I'll have to teach you all about-" he coughed violently for a moment. "Healing..." he finished weakly. He just laid there, content to either sleep or die, but he could do neither right now. He had to deny himself such pleasures for they had a bigger problem right now.

They were stranded and still being hunted.

 

[Officer Griddlez]

Now that the wound was healed properly and all the panic died down, it was time to come up with a way to get off the planet. "It's kind of hard to teach anyone anything if we die. We need to move, but the question is where?" It was hard to think back since he blacked out shortly after getting hit in the head, and the concussion definitely wasn't making it easier.

So there they were, on the edge of the cliff amidst a wrecked ship and thoroughly beat to the ground. They needed to get moving and fast because patrols were probably sent to check everything out as soon as the ship went down. Using his knees to travel to the edge of the cliff, he looked straight down at the bottom. Though it dropped a good hundred meters, the ground surrounding the crag of the cliff just 20 meters away stooped downward into the forest below, which had a river flowing through the middle of it that connected to the deep pond adjacent to the cliffside. It couldn't hurt to go down there, right?

"Two things," he said, "first we should really get out of here. Chances are good that a patrol was sent to our position as soon as we hit the ground. And the side of this cliff isn't all that steep so we could, in theory, walk down to the forest below by the pond at the bottom," he allowed a moment to pass to catch his breath before continuing. "Once at the bottom we can fill up on water and clean out our wounds in a timely manner, then I would guess we could follow the river. Though they might be expecting that. Any idea's would be welcome."

Which brought Kree to his second point...

"Second, I apologize if the wound isn't fully healed. So far I can manage minor cuts but deep puncture wounds are currently not my forte," A second of thought brought about the realization that he didn't know either of their names. "By the way, I don't remember hearing your names. Either that or I forgot after the crash."

The fact that it would have made more sense to apologize first before beginning planning, it was already said and done. In the end it didn't bother him as much as it could have; considering their current situation was of higher priority.

 

[Sierrien]

Her head gave a light shake as she watched Alaisia tying off the deep cut in her arm. She was mostly looking at the amount of blood and wondering if that was going to be an issue here. It probably was, but what could they really do about besides what the other acolyte had already done? She looked around for a few moments before looking back at Alaisia. "Sorry, I tried to ask that same thing earlier. Doesn't look familiar to me, so I've got no idea where we are. Or why we're here - who would want to shoot at us within the Empire?" Her head gave a shake - some kind of idiot, that's who. She was pretty sure they had all made mental notes to find out who had attacked them and then make those people die slow, painful deaths. She knew she had at the very least. Of course.. she'd have to survive this first.

Her eyes shifted to the masked man as he mentioned teaching them healing, and she let out a soft chuckle. Very smart, laughing at a Master. "That will be extremely helpful for next time we go on a mystery mission and end up nearly dead and stranded on an unknown planet." Okay, she might be a little bitter. Her left hand twitched and she shifted her eyes away from the masked man. "Sorry.. little bit on edge." Probably wise to apologize to the man, just in case he was the type to hold a grudge. Her eyes turned to Kree then as he spoke, and then she looked over towards the cliff. She took a few steps behind it so that she could peer down it, to see how feasible it would be to get down there. He made some good points, but.. one of them couldn't even walk right now.

"Not sure we could get him down there with the leg. At least not until it's healed. Unless you two are feeling strong enough to carry him down a cliff." Her eyes shifted between the two male acolytes before shifting back towards Alaisia. "If you can heal.. or perhaps show her how to, her shoulder could use it. It's pretty deep." She fell silent for a few moments before begrudgingly giving her name again. "Lairiel, by the way. Do try to remember it this time." She turned back towards the cliff then, peering down it and trying to see if there was an easy way to get on down there while carrying someone with a bad leg. She wasn't really seeing it, but perhaps she was just being rather pessimistic at the moment.

She breathed out slowly as her left hand shifted to hold her right arm against herself; it was broken and splinted now, but still hurt and did so even more if she let it swing around freely. She'd have to figure out a way to splint it later. For now, she was content to just glare down the cliff and be upset at herself for not knowing any kind of force power that would actually be helpful in a situation like this. She decided then that if she made it off this stupid planet alive, she'd change that.

 

[Alaisia]

Alaisia sighed. So they didn't know where they were. They were wounded, some more than others, and they had no way to get off this stupid planet.

After a moment, she heard V say he would have to teach them healing. That, at least, would come in handy. She wouldn't feel so useless. But then she heard Lairiel mutter a bitter statement about their situation... Alaisia only knew V so well, but she didn't imagine he would have taken that very lightly if he had heard it.

"I don't know many of the planets in this area," she said, changing the subject back to 'where they were'. "I wish I could help." This planet was much different than the ones she had been on in the past. She was used to lush landscapes, not darker places. She glared into the trees, hoping that there was nothing lurking in the shadows, until she heard one of the male acolytes ask for their names again. He was the one who had been thrown out with Lairiel. She struggled for a moment to remember his. Kree.

"It's Alaisia," she said quickly, pressing her palm into the bandaged gash below her elbow. The blood was soaking through the cloth and she needed to keep it from bleeding too much, despite how much it hurt.

 

[Taz]

The Master was right, if only semi-aware awake to realize it. The young man was feeding off of his own pain and the pain of the Miraluka to heal him. An ability that was only suddenly coming to him but he was preforming with enough skill to wake the 'spell caster' from his temporary coma like state.

As the Sith refocused the young acolytes efforts, the young hybrid could feel the change in not only the ability but the force it self. This a more warming comforting feeling. As if the light of the force was washing over the two men. It was a feeling the Virion was not used to. He had never really before been exposed to the light side of the force. All he knew prior to meeting the Miraluka on Geltea was the dark side. The power of the Master was so great, even in his current state that it was even healing the internal injuries of the acolyte.

"I guess I'll have to teach you......healing" he spoke in broken words.

"I think you are...?" he replied to the Master.

As for the question of who they all were set forth by the human acolyte. The hybrid looked over his shoulder a moment, careful not to break his concentration or connection with the Raith. ""I am Virion Morrak", replying to Kree's question before returning to his task of healing the two of them.

---

While the group of Sith gathered there strength and attempted to plan the next move for survival and possible escape. The attackers that stranded them here on this mysterious planet entered low orbit into the clouds just miles from the crash site. The terrain and tree canopy of the crash site made it difficult to the ship's scanners. It was easy to see the extent of the wreckage but harder to find life signs. It was decided the the leader that further investigation was needed.

"Launch some Vipers"

Moments after the command was given, three pods were fired from the ship. As the pods landed the cargo linked together a started a triangular search pattern. Within a few shorts hours the group would hear the all to familiar sounds of the mechanized hunters.

 

[Vexillar]

"The wounds is good enough. I congratulate you both..." He sat up slowly and his legs shook a bit as he rose to stand on his legs. "You are all correct though. We need to keep moving. I sense no immediate danger though, so everybody relax. Take this time to meditate. Regain your strength." He did the same. Using their spare time to meditate. He needed to regain some strength. Eezeo patrolled the area, keeping a look out for anything out of the ordinary.

He sensed them before he heard them. The mechanized hunters, their energy a kind of strange anomaly, a blip, in the Force. He stood up and his brows knitted together slightly as his Sight zoomed in on his senses. He saw them off in the distance. He needed to prepare. It had to be robots didn't it? He grumbled to himself as he walked over to the cliff side. How to get down from here? Jumping. They would simply have to jump. It was important to note that Raith was aware of the broken arm, but judged it a waste of valuable energy to heal currently. The arm would not hold them back. A leg would would, however. So it could wait.

When he got back to the camp the sound was near enough for all to hear. "We need to go. Down the trail." He would simply usher people forward but go last himself. He would be more use to the group covering their rears.

The Vipers had them in their sights, they sent a short wave communication back to their commander with coordinates of the targets. "Take them down." Was the given order.

 

[Officer Griddlez]

There wasn't much time to meditate. The familiar sound of the probes' repulsors made it very clear they were here. The only problem was, if they could hear them, then it was too late. The few short minutes he did meditate was spent focusing the force on his wounded head though there wasn't much he could do for the concussion he suffered. The sound of the probes had woken him from his meditative state and as he rose, he felt the shots. There were three of them. Viper class probe droids, by the looks of it. More built for combat patrols and reconnaissance than most other basic probes. The other two droids split off and attacked the others while one of them was focusing on Kree. The first shot was easily dodged as he somersaulted to the right and brought out his lightsaber, igniting it. The follow-up shots were battered out of the way and directed towards his pursuer only to graze it's chassis.

"They probably have more incoming, so whether or not we take them out we have to move now!" The shouting brought his headache back, and the skirmish only made it worse. As the seconds dragged on the droids' shots got more precise, and time was a commodity they didn't have. Gathering the Force in his legs while he deflected bolts of plasma, he began feeling light on his feet. Given the small time-frame they had to work with before more droids showed up, he pushed forward with his legs. His sprint towards the droid lasted a mere two seconds as there wasn't much distance to close, opting to dodge the enemy fire as opposed to deflecting it. He reached the droid and side-stepped it with ease, with its rear facing Kree. Before it could spin around on its repulsors, he swiped at its midsection with his saber cutting it neatly in half.

Something began nagging at the back of his mind. It was an urgent feeling of needing to get the hell away from that area. He didn't know what the feeling was until he opened himself to the Force, and felt them. Reinforcements. Two kilometers from their current position were four more Vipers and a small shuttle that held three life-forms. One pilot and two gunners. There was a variety of vehicles that fit that description, but Kree wasn't too keen on finding out what exactly it was. All he knew, all he cared to know, was that it wasn't anything good.

 

[Sierrien]

She was grateful for the chance to rest, so she would sit and concentrate as she slipped in to a meditation. She tried to ignore the throbbing of her arm and just concentrate on other things - all she could really feel was pain though. Her pain, the pain of everyone else here, the general hopelessness of their current situation. Not really any positives she could try and focus on because she couldn't see any positives. Well, maybe that whoever had shot them down wasn't coming after them. That coud be a positive. And as soon as she thought about it, she regretted it as she heard something coming.

Her eyes opened, to see that the masked man had apparently already known that the droids were coming, and had discerned their best path to escape. She looked towards the cliff as he ordered them all to jump, then over her shoulder. The droids were just now coming in to sight and she blinked at them. Viper droid's? How were they supposed to outrun that? The droids started shooting as they closed, though nothing was aimed at her as she was in the back of the group from them, thankfully. Her left hand slowly shifted towards her saber as she considered fighting. Her left hand was pretty useless; she had no confidence in her grip with it. No, she couldn't fight. Not now.

Kree apparently thought differently as he charged at one of the droids that was specifically targeting him. Lairiel turne dher back on the remaining droids and ran. Right past the masked man, she made it to the cliff and leaped off of it. Of please be deep enough water for this, she thought to herself as she clutched her broken arm in close to herself. She splooshed in to the water and quickly kicked her way back to the surface, before awkwardly swimming to the shore with one arm and her feet. She pulled herself out, shivering now as she looked back. Should she wait for the others, or just let them be a distraction and run off on her own? She stood on the shore for now, indecisive.

 

[Alaisia]

After only a few minutes of meditation, Alaisia heard something coming. She opened her eyes, just in time to see the other acolytes stirring as well. Then three droids burst from the trees and she hauled herself to her feet. She saw Kree race towards the droids, intent on fighting them, but chose to follow Lairiel as she launched herself over the edge of the cliff and into the water below.

Alaisia laughed to herself as she ran. It seemed she was destined to be in that water. At first, she had nearly gone over the edge of the cliff in the piece of shuttle she had been stuck in... and now this. She laughed humorlessly as she raced away from the droids.

As she reached the cliff, she leaped, chancing a glance back to see the droids firing at them. It was mere seconds before she hit the water below. She fought back a wave of terror as she pushed her way back to the surface, fighting her way towards the shore. She couldn't swim well, but she still managed to pull herself off onto the shoreline and lie gasping and waiting for the others.

 

[Taz]

Once the Master was as good as the acolyte could make him, Virion followed suit with the others and found a place to center himself and rest. Though he managed to heal the majority of his injuries while assisting the 'spell caster', he was still vary depleted and weak. The young man used every last second he had to center himself and meditate. Once more feeling the strange aura about his own. For what ever reason the Duros came to mind for a brief moment. As it did when he started to heal V.

Rest would not last however. Virion could feel the difference in the force, as a wolf can smell prey on the wind. The young acolyte spring boarded to his feet, reading himself as the droids emerged from the woods around them. No soon did hunter reach for his weapon of choice, his bow, it's hilt in hand. But the Master had other plans. "We need to go...down the trail", V spoke with urgency. The assassin in training was not one to back down from a fight but he remembered all to well the consequences of pushing Raith past the point of verbal education. It was not an experience he wanted to relive. Kree it seemed, had other plans as he broke rank to take the fight to his attackers.


How warrior of him to chose the most direct path. However failing to realize it was not the droids the Master wished to avoid but the droids Masters surely watching or listening while prepping for a full assault. One these beaten and battered students of the dark arts were not nearly prepared for. No, no Virion would follow the will of the 'spell caster' for now. Turning to leap after the young human girl Raith was pretending not to favor. The irony was not lost on the young hybrid that he was saved from this fate out of his control not moments ago, only to yet once more look into the abyss head first. He did not come up at first however. Rather he swam to the depths, to the wreckage. Virion knew they would need fire power. The force alone would not get them out of here. He freed a couple of weapons cases from the wreckage and sent them to the surface with a smll burst of force push and then followed. Emerging not far from the two females.

"Do not just sit there and wait to dye", he spoke to the women as he took hold of the floating case as swam toward the current that was slowly pushing out of the pool and down the river. "They will follow or they won't, I have no intention of waiting to find out".