Mission 5: Return to Aariss III

She felt a jolt shoot up her ankle to her knee, kama shooting up and billowing on impact. Her sheer mass left her buried up to the mid-calf after impact, knee sinking in up taking her carbine from the magnetic adherent. She was just about ready to stand before seeing the hand in front of her. She took it in her left, grabbing Stev by the elbow. "I'm fine. But you've done me a kindness, sir. Expect it returned." The trooper said with a decidedly neutral tone. She let her hand slide down his arm into a firm handshake before releasing to get her rifle ready. She didn't bother with a pretense of professionalism considering the urgency of this task and what may turn into an incredibly tight timetable. "Sir, have them bring down the missile launcher on the swing-by. I'm not too keen on having military assets out of sight." She said, tucking her elbows against her torso and lowering her head to narrow her silhouette as her approach was made. Stealth wasn't even a concern, survivor recovery tended to work better when the rescuee could detect the rescuer. "Damn, they came in fast." She noted.

She quickly assessed the ship as she closed, looking at anything identifiable to report back.

Mechanics (Perception)
3 Successes, 1 Advantage (Actual); 3 Successes, 1 Advantage; (2A add difficulty die as needed.)

Her approach was quickened, going from a jog to the same dash she used when overrunning an enemy position, hitting the spot lamps as soon as she breached the shadows. She followed the faint lifesigns, adhering the rifle and readying a stimpack from one of the clips on her harness.  It was interesting to have the T-shaped visor light up for the first time in forever. She normally got assigned to places where everything was on fire, or was about to be on fire.

Vandal, Gammer, Sigurd, and Boom

Entering the ripped open aft region you rush down the ceiling of the flipped over hallway. Finding an access ladder Vandal climbs up to the bridge following the life readings. They flicker down to 2 then one. Her visor light falls on a body in mandalorian armor. The Mando is pinned in the wreckage actually hanging upside down (2d2c difficulty athletics check can assist each other for a group check. Failures wound the Mando, Threats strain the Mando so be careful) The Mando's head turns as you enter. Vandal notes that a pool of blood is on the ceiling (floor for you) below the Mando but Vandal can not tell the extent of the injuries.

The other crewmen follower at a slower measured pace. Entering a Mandalorian ship is not something Gammer takes lightly and the three follow carefully.

Aren Sato

The quiet footsteps wake you and you flicker to consciousness as you have done a half dozen times since the ship lost power and dropped out of the skies of Aaris III. Your sensors in your helmet do not function. Like everything electronic they suddenly lost all power. A light flickers past your visor causing your eyes pain and then is steady as it grows in strength. Your head pounds from handing upside down in the flipped ship. You do look to the positive that the direction of the ship elevated your wounds in your lower body and probably kept you from bleeding out. Behind the light you see a silhouette but can not see if it is a fellow crewman of the Pursuer or a foe to be resisted. With one arm and your body pinned from the waist down and no functioning weapons you have just the knife on your belt.

"Hold fast, child of Mandalore. This is not an end." She said through her speaker, heavily modulated. She drew her stimpack and loaded the hypo before bringing it to the Mandalorian's bodygloved neck. She extended the hypo and administered a dose of Stimm (+5 Wounds). There was silence as the T-Visor tilted slightly, the Republic soldier stepping below the Mandalorian and bracing herself to pry them free.

Mechanics (Athletics)
3 Successes, 3 Advantages, 1 Failure, 2 Threat (Actual); 2 Successes, 1 Advantage; (1P, 2A, 2C, 2D)

She ground her spurs against the wall and ceiling as metal groaned from her efforts. "You are NOT ended!" The modulated voice managed to gasp. Lydia was actually pretty well winded, considering there was not so much as a pant before tearing it loose. "There. There, you have room. Go! GO!" She barked.

Sato quietly drew her knife and fought to clear her vision. Her visor shifted between the silhouettes, then fixed on the one that approached. As she waited for a sign of friendly or hostile intent, she reflexively took count of her condition. At the very least, due to her choice in primary armor color, the injuries wouldn't look as bad as they really were. Or so she told herself.

It was a T-shaped visor she noticed first, and immediately after, the modulated voice's phrasing. The correct phrasing, translated into Basic. The knife remained gripped tightly, but her arm relaxed. She felt a light sting against her neck and croaked an equally modulated response. "I accept this debt." The moment she felt the wreckage lift off of her, Sato slipped out from under it, struck the ground and rose to her feet. With another hidden blink, she took note of her rescuers, tilted her head at Lydia in general, then searched the wreckage for another weapon in spite of lingering pain and injuries.

Sato's armor was primarily red, with trim colors in black, white, blue and green. She wore a mythosaur skull on her left pauldron, her family's sigil on her right, and the emblem of Clan Vizsla on her chest plate. Armored as she was, the Mandalorian's silhouette was left ambiguous rather than feminine. And relatively uncommon as it was these days, she proudly wore a traditional kama with her armor.

Vandal looks to the sensors and sees the light has flickered out from the last survivor. Rushing down the hall from the Aren Sato (still 3 wounds, 11 strain, and a critical hard (4d) temp lame) which only allows her one action or maneuver per round until treated.

Between Aren and Vandal is the ladder access to the upper levels (now the lower levels) a head sticks out of the ladder that is not mandalorian. He looks from Vandel rushing to the dead crewman to Aren. The dark skinned man wears long cornrows that have all greyed. Under his mustache a large smile breaks out as he looks Aren up and down,"Now what have we here." He states and Aren is pretty sure he has recognized her as a female.

As he steps off the ladder a mohawk shaved head sticks out, From his size and markings Aren knows he is a local noble clan named House Shador. The 7 foot tall Shadormen are known as fierce warriors. He moves to follow Vandal as the grey haired warrior stays and smiles at Aren. Aren notes his casual talk and smile does not match the readiness of his weapon in his hand. "So what is agirl like you doing on a world like this?"