Stranded:Honeymoon

[Gaiaverse]

@Captain Hook

Endor
Seedy crime lords always chose the cheapest transportation. Through apparently wasn't so when picking out assassins to end their rivals lives...and several others. Some hutt who name Emtarra ignored, they were all the same anyways, wanted a Mandalorian clan leader dead for reasons that bore her even more. Frankly, she hadn't killed someone in a long time and need to get out her urges, the recent job having successfully rejuvenated her. The YG-300 that their transporter gleefully christened Sheeva was a piece of junk and it's quarters felt like bedrock. Instead of sleeping away the long journey home, Emtarra spent her time in the cargo hold, sitting on a small ammo box and passing the time by the knife game with one of her Loag Daggers (pawned off a overly cautious Loag Assassin on Brentaal IV), a soft hum vibrating her throat. She didn't know were Mako went off too, through she gathered he was probably sleeping or checking his gear. Being the lazy and boring sod he was.

As the dagger embedded itself in the durasteel box Emtarra was using as a table there was a strong lurch. Pausing Emtarra looked around the cargo hold...there was nothing inside that would cause that and the engines were....there was another. Placing her dagger in her scabbard, she began to stand and walk towards the door when there was a third and final lurch. The ship began soaring towards Endor, the gravitational force causing Emtarra to be sent flying into the wall, boxes and crates narrowly missing her and pilling up around her.

She was at the mercy of gravity, which seemed not be in her favor, as the ammo box she sat on moments ago smashed into her head. The world went black. Once the ship crash landed on the moon's surface, her limp body fell to the ground and leaned against a box. The sweet dream of unconsciousness taking hold.

 

[The Captain]

The dull thunk of his wife's Loag Dagger striking a crate, and her soft, melodic humming was a rather soothing combination. Although why she had chosen such things over a peaceful rest in their cabin was beyond him, even after his less-than-coded offer. She never was one for idleness, however, she longed for the thrill of a good hunt, and spent much of her off hours practicing for the next assignment. Not that he really minded, he wasn't exactly a well-balanced individual either, as his day-job did involve murdering people for credits. And her satisfaction was more important to him that his comfort, even if he didn't always show it.

A light jostle awoke him from his light sleep, causing him to roll haphazardly out of his sorry excuse for a cot. He figured it was that half-wit freighter captain trying to make himself feel bold and debonair again. The only thing worse than an idiot was a cocky idiot. Staggering to his feet with a groan, rubbing his shoulder where he had landed rather squarely on his prosthesis, he peered out the open cabin door to shout at the dullard Duros flying the ship. That is, unil one final lurch sent him careening into back into his cabin.

Slamming hard into the durasteel wall, Mako felt the wind leave his body as gravity pinned him to the wall. Thankfully, the cabin was relatively Spartan in design so there was nothing loose to injure him in their apparent freefall. Unlike the cargo hold where his wife was staying. He attempted to open his mouth to scream out for her, but another hard jostle stopped the words dead in his throat.

While he couldn't see it, he could feel the small jostles as the ship collided with...somethings on its way to ground. The final impact was abrupt and intense, throwing Mako forward across the room and into the hallway just as it crumpled upon impact. The sheer force of the blow rendered the Zabrak unconscious on contact.

 

[Gaiaverse]

Awaking up with a cold groan, Emtarra eyes slowly opened. Her head hurt like hell, through it soon subsided to something more tolerable. Standing up, she wrestled her through the boxes, noting how close she came to being crushed by the cargo holds...and thing to be noted once she found herself in a similar situation after all of this. Stumbling through the halls of the YG-300, she managed to make her way to the cockpit. It was destroyed, a gaping hole leading outside into the night. The pilot was dead, through to make sure Emtarra slashed his throat, one less mouth to feed.

She made her back to the cargo hold, heading back towards the quarters. She felt a tingle up her spin, like she was being watched by someone. Shaking it off she managed to fight her way through the hallway wreckage and enters the living quarters, finding Mako's unconscious body. She shook him, trying to rise him.

"Wake up." She said snidely, pinching Mako's cheek and chuckled, "It's bad form to leave your wife waiting, honey"

 

[The Captain]

An audible groan escaped the Zabrak as his wife decided to try and annoy him back to consciousness. When his vision finally returned, however, he found something else to be bothered by, his cybernetic eye was no longer active. He attempted to raise both hands, one to check his prosthesis and the other to bat away his wife's hand, but only his organic arm responded. It appeared as though his right arm was also offline. Meaning that he was now half-blind, down and arm, most likely stranded on a random planet, and his wife's sense of humor had finally kicked in. Wonderful.

"Honey...my cybernetics...are offline. Can you tell if they've been damaged?" He managed to slowly inch himself up to a sitting position, turning his head to face the human.

 

[Gaiaverse]

Emtarra smiled at her now annoyed husband, watching as he tried to bat away her hand with his cybernetic arm, only for it lay on the floor, unresponsive. It wasn't hard to gathered what was happening-Mako was now down an arm and a eye, meaning they were probably hit by some sort of EMP devise. She leaned down and examined his arm, tinkering with it for a minute or so before finally coming back up. It was disabled, but not damaged.

"Looks fine to me....well, we know what disabled our ship then." She said, chuckling, "I think I saw a cave nearby, we can hide out in there, set up a camp, probably kill some of the native fauna and then....we'll, go on from there" She said, a wide smile beaming on her face, hopefully making her meaning clear.

After his response to that, Emtarra would shot up, offer Mako her hand and being guiding to the cave. It was large, abandoned and wet, but live able.

 

[The Captain]

"Of course you'd be the one to find a silver lining in my being partially crippled." Reaching up, he grabbed her hand with his functioning arm and hauled himself to his feet.

"So I take it we got hit by some kind of EMP right? That leaves a lot of unknowns, especially considering we were flying so far off the grid..." A sudden shock ran up his spine, as though someone was staring holes in the back of his head. Turning hard, he attempted to locate the source, a difficult task with a missing eye.

"...You think that Hutt tracked our route to shoot us down?" This hadn't been the first time the duo had come under fire for their work, but by far this was the most elaborate attempt.

 

[Gaiaverse]

Chuckling as Mako began to complain, as per usual, he tended to be like that. Guiding the half-blind man to the cave that she spotted, she examined the world around them, listening to sounds of nature that flooded her ears. Endor was certainly a pretty planet, yet dangerous and untamed all the same. Walking past the corpse of the Duros, admiring her handy work, she managed to guide Mako through the wreckage, humming as she looked around.

When Mako paused to turn, apparently having spotted something, Emtarra looked to the source of his wonder. Looking long and hard, she noticed that something was moving. Unholstering her blaster, she aimed towards it and fired...only to meet with a loud click.

"Grand" She said, looking to Mako, an annoyed look on her face. "Well, if he was vapid enough to try something like this, we'll him in kind." She said with a smile. "His bodyguard did have a nice darkstick. Always wanted one of those"

 

[The Captain]

Once Emtarra moved to aim into the woods, Mako turned to follow. However, being down one eye made spotting whatever had set his wife off difficult, and the sound of her inactive blaster clicking away wasn't comforting either. They needed to get off this planet, and fast. Clearly someone or something had shot them down with an EMP, and the feeling that someone was watching them had been constant since he'd regained consciousness.

"First we have to get off this planet." Noticing the alien blade in Emtarra's hand, he furrowed his brow. "So that's where you were! While you were off collecting souvenirs I almost got gutted by a Kubaz!"

 

[Gaiaverse]

Chuckling, Emtarra holstered her pistol as Mako began to whine again. This time about Emtarra's eagerness to expand her collection. Rolling her eyes, left hand placed on her hip, Emtarra made a pouting face as if to mock Mako. "You seemed to have survived the encounter. Through if you would like an apology I can think of something" She coyly winked, before moving on towards the cave. It was positioned in such a way that the sun could provide light, through by nightfall things would become very dark.

"Hmm....Let's get a fire ready and then...." She looked at Mako's cybernetic arm. A look of genuine concern coming to her face "....Hopefully get that arm of your fixed....I..." Pausing, she sighed, deciding to not finish her sentence before heading into the cave, beginning to build the base of a fire.

 

[The Captain]

"And where was this when my arm still worked?" He fired back, smirking right back at her. He should have figured that a near-fatal crash would get her 'interested', not that he really minded. Watching the woman turn and saunter into the dim cave he shook off his thoughts and stumbled after her, a lack of depth perception making navigation difficult across this terrain.

'If I can't walk twenty feet, how am I going to help Tarra...' The sound of her voice once again drew him back to reality, as she stared with concern over his arm.

"...Hopefully get that arm of yours fixed...I..." She broke off suddenly, turning into the cave to start making a fire. This was something she did, when she didn't want to look weak she dove head first into the task at hand. Even though she didn't finish her sentence, her sudden interest in fire-making gave him a good idea what she was going to say. A warm smile crept across his face as he moved behind Emtarra, kneeling down to kiss her cheek.

"Love you too, Tarra." With that, he set off to scavenge the wreck of the ship.

 

[Gaiaverse]

Piling wood into a tinder nest, trying to get as big of a fire as she possibly could. She didn't notice Mako coming behind her, only realizing he was behind her when she felt his lips on her cheek. Watching him leave, a pleased smile on her face before she went back to her work. The cave provided an ample stock of materials, the forest providing anything it couldn't. With these she managed to build both a fire and a place for the two to sleep.

Putting the finishing touches on her handiwork, she noticed it was getting dark outside and Mako hadn't returned. Bringing her dark dagger, she patrolled her way outside, cautiously observing the darkest around them. "Mako?"

Two deep snorts, sounding like the dying gasp of a Hutt, caused her head to turn. A strange furred creature, about 2 meters tall and overweight, was eating something on the ground. Crouching, Emtarra smiled. The Loag Dagger was completely black, unless the Verkle turned, it would know nothing of it's impeding doom. Carefully moving closer and closer, inch by inch, she raised her dagger.

The only sound as Emtarra dug her knife into's it's brain was the frail cry from the animal's mouth. It fell to the ground, Emtarra having to tug several times to extract her blade from it's head. Looking around, she called out again "Mako?"

 

[The Captain]

Picking his way slowly through the smoldering rubble, Mako was looking for anything of use that wasn't powered by electricity, which unfortunately wasn't much. Most of their weapons and tools were completely out of commission, the body armor was still usable, although its functionality was questionable. His old electroblade could still be used as a knife, and there were a few simple tools that could be used without power.

Moving closer to the cockpit, he noticed the body of the dead Duros was now gone, with a trail of blood leading into the forest. Something took him, the only consolations being that he didn't care about the pilot, and that whatever took him was probably going to be full for a while. Moving past the remains of the cockpit, he reached what little was left of the galley. Most of the fresh food was either burned, shredded, or just gone, while the pre-packed foods like ration bars survived, whether it was due to their casing or the fact that no sane creature would eat them, who could say.

As he was distracted by gathering rations, he failed to notice the boar-wolf slowly creeping up behind him. That is, until it stepped on a twig, snapping it underfoot. He turned just in time for the beast to pounce straight at him. Grabbing for his knife, he turned to face the beast charging him just in time to be hit by the creature. Thankfully, he ended up burying the knife in the beast as it collided with him, unfortunately, the now dying creature was now lying on top of him.

"Oh, for the love of..."

 

[Gaiaverse]

He didn't respond to her cries, causing Emtarra to worry greatly. Looking at the corpse of the Verkle, she made her way to the ship, knife at ready. "Mako!" She yelled again, making her way through the wreckage of the crashed freighter. Hearing the sound of a predator pounching on it's prey, then Mako cursing, gave more pep to her step.

Rounding the corner, she spotted Mako struggling to get a dead Boar-Wolf off of him. "Hmm....want someone on top of you?" She said, putting her knife with a smile. Heaving, she managed to get the dead beast off of Mako with four good pushes, letting it fall to the side. Helping her husband up, she kissed him on the check, smiling before picking up his things.

"I managed to get a fire ready and a makeshift bed...and killed some pig thing" She looked the dead boar-wolf "I hope that didn't have any friends"

 

[The Captain]

With the crushing weight of a dead boar-wolf on top of him, Mako was having trouble breathing, much less crying for help. This problem was only compounded when his beloved wife snuck up on him and leaned herself on the carcass, smirking down at him.

"Hmm....want someone on top of you?"

"Ugh...how come...you're only in the mood...when I'm in pain?" Knowing the woman so well the question answered itself, sadism. Thankfully, his wellbeing beat that out, as she managed to get the carcass off his body, and a kiss on the cheek to boot.

"My knight in shining Kevlar." He snarked back, smiling at her as he gathered up what he had collected. Once they were back at their cozy little cavern, he decided to layout what he had found.

"I found a few non-powered tools, some knives, our bodyarmor, and some pre-packaged rations. And before you ask, everything fresh was either charred, smashed, or eaten."

 

[Gaiaverse]

Smiling at Mako's sarcasm and rhetorical questions, she helped them get the stuff to their little cave, watching as he laid it out in organized piles. Tools, weapons, armor and food. It was all food paste, which Emtarra didn't terribly mind. Food rationing wasn't new to her and the poor taste of them had long since dulled to her. Of course, she decided to play along, making a pouting face.

"Grand." She smiled, getting up and going outside. After a few moments she came back, dragging the corpse of the Verkle. "At least I had the decency to vary our menu." She laid down the body next to the fire, smiling at Mako. "So...what now?"

 

[The Captain]

"Now, you try to fix my arm like you said." He jostled his shoulder, causing his non-functioning limb to flop onto the ground with a clink. He was acting funny, but his thoughts were dead serious. If he was down an arm and a leg, he was basically useless to Emtarra. He didn't want to be a liability to his wife, they had no idea when or if someone would come along, and having to waste resources on him would hurt her chances of survival. And given the local wildlife, it was clear she would need every advantage to make it.