Eventually we got to where we were going. Despite the grief I knew I'd get for it, we needed a place to regroup that was private, safe and supplied. This was all three. My family had a cabin out here, my dad's side of the family has been in this area almost as long as the dirt. They don't move much, very hobbity about it all.
When we parked, I walked up to the entrance, entered the access code, and the door slid open. I turned and looked at Dante, "There is a speeder in the garage, we can tow this to a remote area and burn it," I gestured to the trunk, " and it's contents. Let me look over some maps to find a good place to take it." I walked in and headed right towards the pantry, I needed some tea.
"Nice place," Dante commented.
"It meets our needs, it has food, it's warm and we can regroup here." I went looking for the maps we kept of the area. "We need to find a remote area where we can burn the speeder, preferably some place far from here. There is a speeder in the garage, we can use that to tow Dorme's speeder." I sat down, looking over the maps.
"Then we can come back, get our stuff in order and then head to town. I'll call my brother and let him know the speeder will be there." I smiled as I looked up from the datapad with the maps. "What will you tell him?" Dante said curiously. "Uhh, I haven't figured that out yet, I'm hoping inspiration strikes on the ride into town.” Actually, I was hoping my brother just wouldn’t ask.
"You know, I was hoping all we'd have to do was some easy recon, then we could go spend a couple days on the beach, just relaxing. I hadn't planned on trying to dispose of a body out in the woods."
"The speeder rental company will probably hold me liable for the vehicle that got blown up. I may lose my license," Dante commented.
I waved my hand dismissively, "They did the entire transaction on a computer, so I took the liberty of erasing your information as well as any information they had on computer about the speeder, just in case it came to a bad end. I did the same at the hotel. No one needs to know that the head of Senator Amidala's security was on planet. And the rental company was busy enough that while the car might be missed, they most likely won't remember us." I rubbed my neck thoughtfully, "It's also nice they didn't have any surveillance. I like Naboo, still a trusting place." He just nodded.
I handed him the datapad, "This location should work for what we need, it's remote, has all sorts of drop offs and crevasses and it's a place no one would go for a hike or to camp."
"Let's get something to eat, rest a bit, then go. Okay? You still look tired. I think we're safe here, right?" He frowned, thinking. "Unless there's a homing device on the Trandoshan, or his gear. Or his speeder."
I paused, thinking about it, "Dorme's speeder had one of those positioning systems in it, but I deactivated it before we left our camp site, I didn't want anyone to follow us. And unless the Trandoshan had one in a body cavity, all I found on him, aside from weapons, was his ship remote. Which was also deactivated prior to leaving camp." I winced a little, "I've never looked in his bag, though. I have no idea what exactly is in there."
"Let's check to make sure. Can't hurt," Dante said.
TBC
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Thursday, November 30, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Onward
He was and handed me a tablet with something written on it
‘Good morning. Do you feel better? What happened to your arm? There is no food. Sorry. Had to give it to pair of tusk-cats.’
I took the tablet from and said, "Can you still not hear yet?" That was worrying, the bacta should have helped somewhat by now, "Maybe you need a bit more bacta in the ears," I commented, looking at my own arm, something else that could do with a bit more bacta. I started writing.
I feel better, not so tired now. I cut my arm on something in the speeder, the bounty hunter had a bag of weapons in the back seat and I cut my arm when I took the bag out. I guess I'm lucky it doesn't look or feel worse. What do you want to do with the body? The speeder? And where do you want to go from here? And does the speeder look familiar to you?
I handed him back the tablet and then rummaged through my bag. I found what I was looking for, my belt. From a pouch on it I pulled out a ration cube and offered it to Dante. It might not taste good, but it was food and would give us energy. I nibbled on mine, watching to see if he'd eat it. I realized he was still nursing his knee. Guess I needed to get up and start working on breaking down camp.
Dante handed me back the tablet with his response.
Trandoshan bounty hunters into poison, so gave you anti-toxin last night on hunch. Guess it didn't hurt. Don't want to carry around dead body and ground's to cold to bury it. Tempted to say search body then burn if possible? Remove all identifying marks from our speeder & leave it. Salvage any surveillance data. Take BH's speeder and get to better shelter, regroup, then off planet. Bibble/Dormé likely awaiting BH's return. Onto us, or at least know they're being watched by someone.
Speeder is Dormé's?
I shrugged when he declined the cube and took the tablet.
I can break down camp, can you strip down the rental speeder? I have coordinates of a place to regroup that's safe and out of the way. Should we burn the body in the speeder after we get to safety? We could take it somewhere remote and dispose of it. It'd probably fit in the trunk. And what do you want to do about his weapons, leave them? Very possible they'll never be found. And yes, I think it's the speeder Dorme drove, how nice of her to loan out her transport.
I handed it back to him, then leaned over and gave him a kiss, "Thanks for the anti-toxin shot," I said. I wrote down some coordinates and handed them to him, it was a place I knew we could regroup.
He scribbled his response quickly.
If Dormé's speeder has tools, stripping speeder will be no problem. Yes, we can burn body elsewhere. We should take the weapons.
I went about breaking down the camp. The tent came down quickly and stored itself as a 20x20cm cube. I love technology. I folded and packed up the remaining gear, placing it in the back seat of the speeder, we'd need the trunk as empty as possible. Once that was done, I checked in on Dante then went to go get the bounty hunter's bundle of trouble. In the daylight and without fear of ambush, the walk was much shorter. I retrieved the bag and returned to camp, keeping it all at an arms length from myself. Goodness only knows what else was in there.
When I got back, Dante had finished. Our rental speeder was now just an anonymous vehicle in the middle of the woods. Hikers might find it, call it in, and Rangers would come and haul it away. Another thing I noticed when I got back was that I was tired. The events of last night obviously had a stronger effect on me than I'd realized. I gently put the bag down on the ground. "If you're done, help me get the body into the trunk, I can't lift it alone. To make it easier, I completely shut off the repulsors, lowering the speeder to the ground. If you don't know how to do this, I don't recommend it, mainly because turning them back on can be dangerous if you don't do it correctly.
After some effort, we managed to get the body into the trunk. Once we got to where we were going, I could tow this speeder, body in trunk, and burn it somewhere. Body stuff, gear stowed and weapons lashed across the trunk, we were good to go. As I slid into the driver's seat, I looked around. The snow had almost completely stopped, and it was bright, but not blindingly so, the sun was hidden by gauzy clouds. It was a lovely day, and here I was spending it stuffing bodies into trunks. It caused some serious pause and contemplation; I think I need a better job. I looked over at Dante. "Ready to go?" I asked.
"Let's switch places," he said. "I can get us to wherever we're going since you've already programmed the coordinates." "Are you sure," I asked, but then decided not argue the point, letting him get in the driver's seat. As we drove, I would dose a bit, but my paranoia that for whatever reason the Trandoshan wasn't really dead would wake me up. Eventually we got to where we were going. Despite the grief I knew I'd get for it, we needed a place to regroup that was private, safe and supplied. This was all three.
TBC
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‘Good morning. Do you feel better? What happened to your arm? There is no food. Sorry. Had to give it to pair of tusk-cats.’
I took the tablet from and said, "Can you still not hear yet?" That was worrying, the bacta should have helped somewhat by now, "Maybe you need a bit more bacta in the ears," I commented, looking at my own arm, something else that could do with a bit more bacta. I started writing.
I feel better, not so tired now. I cut my arm on something in the speeder, the bounty hunter had a bag of weapons in the back seat and I cut my arm when I took the bag out. I guess I'm lucky it doesn't look or feel worse. What do you want to do with the body? The speeder? And where do you want to go from here? And does the speeder look familiar to you?
I handed him back the tablet and then rummaged through my bag. I found what I was looking for, my belt. From a pouch on it I pulled out a ration cube and offered it to Dante. It might not taste good, but it was food and would give us energy. I nibbled on mine, watching to see if he'd eat it. I realized he was still nursing his knee. Guess I needed to get up and start working on breaking down camp.
Dante handed me back the tablet with his response.
Trandoshan bounty hunters into poison, so gave you anti-toxin last night on hunch. Guess it didn't hurt. Don't want to carry around dead body and ground's to cold to bury it. Tempted to say search body then burn if possible? Remove all identifying marks from our speeder & leave it. Salvage any surveillance data. Take BH's speeder and get to better shelter, regroup, then off planet. Bibble/Dormé likely awaiting BH's return. Onto us, or at least know they're being watched by someone.
Speeder is Dormé's?
I shrugged when he declined the cube and took the tablet.
I can break down camp, can you strip down the rental speeder? I have coordinates of a place to regroup that's safe and out of the way. Should we burn the body in the speeder after we get to safety? We could take it somewhere remote and dispose of it. It'd probably fit in the trunk. And what do you want to do about his weapons, leave them? Very possible they'll never be found. And yes, I think it's the speeder Dorme drove, how nice of her to loan out her transport.
I handed it back to him, then leaned over and gave him a kiss, "Thanks for the anti-toxin shot," I said. I wrote down some coordinates and handed them to him, it was a place I knew we could regroup.
He scribbled his response quickly.
If Dormé's speeder has tools, stripping speeder will be no problem. Yes, we can burn body elsewhere. We should take the weapons.
I went about breaking down the camp. The tent came down quickly and stored itself as a 20x20cm cube. I love technology. I folded and packed up the remaining gear, placing it in the back seat of the speeder, we'd need the trunk as empty as possible. Once that was done, I checked in on Dante then went to go get the bounty hunter's bundle of trouble. In the daylight and without fear of ambush, the walk was much shorter. I retrieved the bag and returned to camp, keeping it all at an arms length from myself. Goodness only knows what else was in there.
When I got back, Dante had finished. Our rental speeder was now just an anonymous vehicle in the middle of the woods. Hikers might find it, call it in, and Rangers would come and haul it away. Another thing I noticed when I got back was that I was tired. The events of last night obviously had a stronger effect on me than I'd realized. I gently put the bag down on the ground. "If you're done, help me get the body into the trunk, I can't lift it alone. To make it easier, I completely shut off the repulsors, lowering the speeder to the ground. If you don't know how to do this, I don't recommend it, mainly because turning them back on can be dangerous if you don't do it correctly.
After some effort, we managed to get the body into the trunk. Once we got to where we were going, I could tow this speeder, body in trunk, and burn it somewhere. Body stuff, gear stowed and weapons lashed across the trunk, we were good to go. As I slid into the driver's seat, I looked around. The snow had almost completely stopped, and it was bright, but not blindingly so, the sun was hidden by gauzy clouds. It was a lovely day, and here I was spending it stuffing bodies into trunks. It caused some serious pause and contemplation; I think I need a better job. I looked over at Dante. "Ready to go?" I asked.
"Let's switch places," he said. "I can get us to wherever we're going since you've already programmed the coordinates." "Are you sure," I asked, but then decided not argue the point, letting him get in the driver's seat. As we drove, I would dose a bit, but my paranoia that for whatever reason the Trandoshan wasn't really dead would wake me up. Eventually we got to where we were going. Despite the grief I knew I'd get for it, we needed a place to regroup that was private, safe and supplied. This was all three.
TBC
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Avoid Sharp Pointy Things
If I stopped to think about it all, I'd not go, this wasn't a very good idea.
I read his response and nodded, then handed him the small info data pad on how all the stuff in the tent worked, maybe if he was feeling up to it he could put a better seal on the damage, which was covered but still leaking cold air. I gave him a kiss then left the tent. I adjusted my face cover and glasses, changing them to a setting that allowed me to see fairly well in the dark. The snow had let up some, granting me better visibility. I proceeded towards the heat signature with extreme caution, taking the most covered route that I could. If I stopped to think about it all, I'd not go, this wasn't a very good idea.
It was very slow going, the snow was deep, reducing my speed. 30 minutes later I came up behind the speeder. There were no life forms in the area, only one set of tracks leading away from the speeder. I took a closer look at the speeder, it looked familiar. Then I realized it was identical to the one that had been at the cabin when Bibble had arrived. Had Bibble really let a bounty hunter take Dorme's speeder? I wanted to get a closer look but was very hesitant to do so, I'm not very good at detecting booby traps. Actually, I suck at it. That's why I work with clone troopers, much more clever and savvy about those types of things, I'm just the combat slicer.
I sat on my heels to clear my mind. I was stuck in a bad bout of indecision, if I made a mistake, it could be fatal. To be somewhat productive, I made some snowballs and lobbed them around the perimeter, waiting to see if anything would react. Nothing, but that didn't really mean much, snowballs don't weigh much. I made a dense one and threw it at the side of the speeder. Once again, nothing. And no evidence of a trap, just one set of large tracks leading away from the speeder, some smaller animal prints and my snowball holes. If he'd buried traps, he'd put a lot of effort in leveling the snow to hide them. I took a deep breath and took a step and... nothing. This was all getting a bit anticlimactic, which I really shouldn't complain about.
I made my way to the speeder like that, one cautious step at a time. When I reached it, I was positive it was the same speeder that had been at the cabin. The Trandoshan hadn't had any keys or devices on his person that went with the speeder, though he had one device I suspected went with his ship. I activated the canopy controls, watching it slide back. I was hit with a strange mix of smells, one very female, very familiar, and one smell that was like acrid algae. There was a duffel bag in the back, no doubt the rest of the bounty hunter's weapons. I didn't want to leave them in the vehicle so I reached in and pulled out the bag and put it in a nearby rock crevasse. As I put the bad down, something sharp that had been sticking out of the bag scratched me, ripping the sleeve of my jacket, making a light red line on my arm. I quickly pulled the sleeve up and sprayed it with bacta, lots of bacta, then I covered with a bandage.
Once back at the speeder, there were no other issues. I managed to get it back to the shelter with no problems. Well no problems other than the stash of illegal weapons behind me, dead body in front of me and stolen speeder under me. But other than that, things had seemed to go well. I realized that I might have been a bit too optimistic. When I got out of the speeder I fell on to my hands and knees. I was having a hard time focusing and my hands were shaking. It could have been the stim wearing off, but it could have been something from the scratch. At that point all I wanted to do was sleep. I managed to get into the tent,sit down, take off my boots, smile at Dante, then curl up in a ball and go to sleep.
I instantly fell into a fitful sleep. A variety of memories came flooding in at the same time and it was like I was reliving them all at once in no particular order. Then things became less chaotic, but the memories were still there. There was my 1st day in the Navy, always an awkward time. A mission on some classified planet. Then there were bits of my memories from when myself and several other officers had been taken captive by the Trade Federation. In the grand scheme of hard times, it was bad, but not terrible, but also not something I ever want to repeat. The intense memories of always being cold, lonely and the situation being completely out of my control settled in, blocking out everything else. I was still struggling with those feelings when I awoke with a start. It was very bright in the tent, the wind wasn't blowing and I was bundled up under several blankets. Not quite the same as waking up in your own bed, but good enough. I rolled over to see if Dante was in the tent.
He was and handed me a tablet with something written on it
‘Good morning. Do you feel better? What happened to your arm? There is no food. Sorry. Had to give it to pair of tusk-cats.’
TBC
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I read his response and nodded, then handed him the small info data pad on how all the stuff in the tent worked, maybe if he was feeling up to it he could put a better seal on the damage, which was covered but still leaking cold air. I gave him a kiss then left the tent. I adjusted my face cover and glasses, changing them to a setting that allowed me to see fairly well in the dark. The snow had let up some, granting me better visibility. I proceeded towards the heat signature with extreme caution, taking the most covered route that I could. If I stopped to think about it all, I'd not go, this wasn't a very good idea.
It was very slow going, the snow was deep, reducing my speed. 30 minutes later I came up behind the speeder. There were no life forms in the area, only one set of tracks leading away from the speeder. I took a closer look at the speeder, it looked familiar. Then I realized it was identical to the one that had been at the cabin when Bibble had arrived. Had Bibble really let a bounty hunter take Dorme's speeder? I wanted to get a closer look but was very hesitant to do so, I'm not very good at detecting booby traps. Actually, I suck at it. That's why I work with clone troopers, much more clever and savvy about those types of things, I'm just the combat slicer.
I sat on my heels to clear my mind. I was stuck in a bad bout of indecision, if I made a mistake, it could be fatal. To be somewhat productive, I made some snowballs and lobbed them around the perimeter, waiting to see if anything would react. Nothing, but that didn't really mean much, snowballs don't weigh much. I made a dense one and threw it at the side of the speeder. Once again, nothing. And no evidence of a trap, just one set of large tracks leading away from the speeder, some smaller animal prints and my snowball holes. If he'd buried traps, he'd put a lot of effort in leveling the snow to hide them. I took a deep breath and took a step and... nothing. This was all getting a bit anticlimactic, which I really shouldn't complain about.
I made my way to the speeder like that, one cautious step at a time. When I reached it, I was positive it was the same speeder that had been at the cabin. The Trandoshan hadn't had any keys or devices on his person that went with the speeder, though he had one device I suspected went with his ship. I activated the canopy controls, watching it slide back. I was hit with a strange mix of smells, one very female, very familiar, and one smell that was like acrid algae. There was a duffel bag in the back, no doubt the rest of the bounty hunter's weapons. I didn't want to leave them in the vehicle so I reached in and pulled out the bag and put it in a nearby rock crevasse. As I put the bad down, something sharp that had been sticking out of the bag scratched me, ripping the sleeve of my jacket, making a light red line on my arm. I quickly pulled the sleeve up and sprayed it with bacta, lots of bacta, then I covered with a bandage.
Once back at the speeder, there were no other issues. I managed to get it back to the shelter with no problems. Well no problems other than the stash of illegal weapons behind me, dead body in front of me and stolen speeder under me. But other than that, things had seemed to go well. I realized that I might have been a bit too optimistic. When I got out of the speeder I fell on to my hands and knees. I was having a hard time focusing and my hands were shaking. It could have been the stim wearing off, but it could have been something from the scratch. At that point all I wanted to do was sleep. I managed to get into the tent,sit down, take off my boots, smile at Dante, then curl up in a ball and go to sleep.
I instantly fell into a fitful sleep. A variety of memories came flooding in at the same time and it was like I was reliving them all at once in no particular order. Then things became less chaotic, but the memories were still there. There was my 1st day in the Navy, always an awkward time. A mission on some classified planet. Then there were bits of my memories from when myself and several other officers had been taken captive by the Trade Federation. In the grand scheme of hard times, it was bad, but not terrible, but also not something I ever want to repeat. The intense memories of always being cold, lonely and the situation being completely out of my control settled in, blocking out everything else. I was still struggling with those feelings when I awoke with a start. It was very bright in the tent, the wind wasn't blowing and I was bundled up under several blankets. Not quite the same as waking up in your own bed, but good enough. I rolled over to see if Dante was in the tent.
He was and handed me a tablet with something written on it
‘Good morning. Do you feel better? What happened to your arm? There is no food. Sorry. Had to give it to pair of tusk-cats.’
TBC
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Sunday, November 12, 2006
Into The Drift
Once Dante was released, I relaxed and for the first time realized how tired I really was. I made my way over to Dante to make sure he was ok. He held up a hand, took the Trandoshan's dropped pistol and shot the still form twice more in the head. A small trickle of blood was coming from both of Dante’s ears, he probably couldn't hear very well. Hell, I wasn't that close and my ears were still ringing a bit.
I took out a small canister of bacta and looked at Dante. "Can you hear me?" He kept staring at me, no response. I had to work quickly. While I thought there was probably only one bounty hunter, I wasn't going to bet on it. I took Dante's head in my hand, tipping it to the side so I could spray bacta into it, I was pretty sure he'd ruptured his ear drums. He winced, but I went ahead and did the second ear. I handed him the Trandoshan's blaster. I gave him the 'once around' signal and went off to check.
It was completely silent. Nothing showed up on any of the spectral readouts when I scanned with my glasses. There was a faint heat signature in the distance, probably the bounty hunter's ship. Then I looked to our gear. The speeder had taken a lot of the blast, it wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. The tent had taken some damage but had been protected by the speeder. Most of the equipment inside the speeder was destroyed.
When I got back to Dante, he looked cold. I helped him to his feet. It wasn't until that moment that I realized that he'd hurt his leg. I helped him towards the tent. I had him lean against the tent. I needed to turn the damaged side towards the tree trunk. Night was falling and so was the snow, we needed to be in shelter. I managed to get get the tent turned and Dante inside. I sat down next to him, hoping that the bacta had started to work on his ears. I needed a plan, the body had to be gotten rid of; I thought of dragging it back to the ship, but the Trandoshan was much to heavy for me to drag. I grabbed the patch kit from the tent's duffel bag and went to work on the siding. Might as well fix what I can.
"I wonder if I can file for workman's comp?" he asked, obviously in pain. I just smiled tightly in response. I quickly cleaned his head wound then applied a bacta bandage to his head. I tried to get him to lay down, there were sleeping blankets on the floor of the tent. When car camping, I always bring more than I need, so we had extras.
"Maybe you should try to find whatever vehicle the Trandoshan came here with," he said, his voice level fluctuating, which told me that his hearing was coming back a bit slowly. Maybe he needed more bacta in the ears.
I pressed a finger to his lips, then whispered, "A little loud." I took the data pad and wrote my response
"Already located possible transport heat signature to out NNE. Was unsure of whether to check out or not.
Issues: Possible traps set around vehicle
You can't hear to defend yourself
Unlikely, but backup BH is possible"
As I wrote I knew I had to go out there and check, but it wasn't something I wanted to do, at all, not even a little. Padme was going to owe me big time for this mission. I finished my comments on the datapad with "Will go do recon, but need to fix your side first. Can you handle your knee?"
I handed it back to him and started to bundle up, it promised to be a long walk. I had a gash in my pants from a bowcaster dart. I glued the several layers back together and let it set as Dante worked on his reply. I thought about how I was going to move the body, maybe adapt one of the repulsors from the speeder and move it that way. I have to be honest, this made me regret just a bit that I hadn't just offed Bibble in the cabin, just a teensy tiny bit.
Dante handed the datapad back to me after writing on it, Looks like you've already decided to go. I will be okay. This is the best move, but I'm worried about you. Very concerned about trek in this weather and booby trapped vehicle. Check Trandoshan's body. May have key or disarming device.
I read his response and nodded, then handed him the small info data pad on how all the stuff in the tent worked, maybe if he was feeling up to it he could put a better seal on the damage, which was covered but still leaking cold air. I gave him a kiss then left the tent. I adjusted my face cover and glasses, changing them to a setting that allowed me to see fairly well in the dark. The snow had let up some, granting me better visibility. I proceeded towards the heat signature with extreme caution, taking the most covered route that I could. If I stopped to think about it all, I'd not go, this wasn't a very good idea.
TBC
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I took out a small canister of bacta and looked at Dante. "Can you hear me?" He kept staring at me, no response. I had to work quickly. While I thought there was probably only one bounty hunter, I wasn't going to bet on it. I took Dante's head in my hand, tipping it to the side so I could spray bacta into it, I was pretty sure he'd ruptured his ear drums. He winced, but I went ahead and did the second ear. I handed him the Trandoshan's blaster. I gave him the 'once around' signal and went off to check.
It was completely silent. Nothing showed up on any of the spectral readouts when I scanned with my glasses. There was a faint heat signature in the distance, probably the bounty hunter's ship. Then I looked to our gear. The speeder had taken a lot of the blast, it wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. The tent had taken some damage but had been protected by the speeder. Most of the equipment inside the speeder was destroyed.
When I got back to Dante, he looked cold. I helped him to his feet. It wasn't until that moment that I realized that he'd hurt his leg. I helped him towards the tent. I had him lean against the tent. I needed to turn the damaged side towards the tree trunk. Night was falling and so was the snow, we needed to be in shelter. I managed to get get the tent turned and Dante inside. I sat down next to him, hoping that the bacta had started to work on his ears. I needed a plan, the body had to be gotten rid of; I thought of dragging it back to the ship, but the Trandoshan was much to heavy for me to drag. I grabbed the patch kit from the tent's duffel bag and went to work on the siding. Might as well fix what I can.
"I wonder if I can file for workman's comp?" he asked, obviously in pain. I just smiled tightly in response. I quickly cleaned his head wound then applied a bacta bandage to his head. I tried to get him to lay down, there were sleeping blankets on the floor of the tent. When car camping, I always bring more than I need, so we had extras.
"Maybe you should try to find whatever vehicle the Trandoshan came here with," he said, his voice level fluctuating, which told me that his hearing was coming back a bit slowly. Maybe he needed more bacta in the ears.
I pressed a finger to his lips, then whispered, "A little loud." I took the data pad and wrote my response
"Already located possible transport heat signature to out NNE. Was unsure of whether to check out or not.
Issues: Possible traps set around vehicle
You can't hear to defend yourself
Unlikely, but backup BH is possible"
As I wrote I knew I had to go out there and check, but it wasn't something I wanted to do, at all, not even a little. Padme was going to owe me big time for this mission. I finished my comments on the datapad with "Will go do recon, but need to fix your side first. Can you handle your knee?"
I handed it back to him and started to bundle up, it promised to be a long walk. I had a gash in my pants from a bowcaster dart. I glued the several layers back together and let it set as Dante worked on his reply. I thought about how I was going to move the body, maybe adapt one of the repulsors from the speeder and move it that way. I have to be honest, this made me regret just a bit that I hadn't just offed Bibble in the cabin, just a teensy tiny bit.
Dante handed the datapad back to me after writing on it, Looks like you've already decided to go. I will be okay. This is the best move, but I'm worried about you. Very concerned about trek in this weather and booby trapped vehicle. Check Trandoshan's body. May have key or disarming device.
I read his response and nodded, then handed him the small info data pad on how all the stuff in the tent worked, maybe if he was feeling up to it he could put a better seal on the damage, which was covered but still leaking cold air. I gave him a kiss then left the tent. I adjusted my face cover and glasses, changing them to a setting that allowed me to see fairly well in the dark. The snow had let up some, granting me better visibility. I proceeded towards the heat signature with extreme caution, taking the most covered route that I could. If I stopped to think about it all, I'd not go, this wasn't a very good idea.
TBC
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Friday, November 10, 2006
Don't Dare A Girl Who Has...
I watched as the two struggled. I lined up a shot, but then he got the upper hand, grabbing Dante's head in one and a blaster in the other. I had no choice but to fire at his backside which, unfortunately, was naturally armored. I lined up between his shoulder blades, hoping it'd make it harder for him to use his full strength. I took my shot. It landed between his shoulders causing him to flinch.
Dante managed to grab something and stab the Trandoshan in the abdomen with it. The bounty hunter made a sound of pain, lurching back in reaction. He desperately grabbed at and tried to use Dante as a shield. Normally a Trandoshan would have no problems hefting someone of Dante's size, but the shot to the back and stab to the guts had affected him. He could barely move Dante now, leaving large parts of himself open. This provided multiple areas to shot at, some which would kill, some which would maim.
He glared at me, daring me to shot him. Bad idea, I have had a lot of free time on my missions, stuck on ships; I've spent endless hours on the shooting range. And honestly, when is it ever wise to tuant a lady with a gun? Without a second thought, I lifted my rifle and aimed for the unarmored part of his body, his eyes. Even without the scope, at this range I could have shot off his buttons. I inhaled, then as I exhaled shot him twice, the second shot millimeters off of the first one. His other eye went wide in that instant where his mind realized that its body was dead. He slouched backwards, releasing Dante.
TBC
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Dante managed to grab something and stab the Trandoshan in the abdomen with it. The bounty hunter made a sound of pain, lurching back in reaction. He desperately grabbed at and tried to use Dante as a shield. Normally a Trandoshan would have no problems hefting someone of Dante's size, but the shot to the back and stab to the guts had affected him. He could barely move Dante now, leaving large parts of himself open. This provided multiple areas to shot at, some which would kill, some which would maim.
He glared at me, daring me to shot him. Bad idea, I have had a lot of free time on my missions, stuck on ships; I've spent endless hours on the shooting range. And honestly, when is it ever wise to tuant a lady with a gun? Without a second thought, I lifted my rifle and aimed for the unarmored part of his body, his eyes. Even without the scope, at this range I could have shot off his buttons. I inhaled, then as I exhaled shot him twice, the second shot millimeters off of the first one. His other eye went wide in that instant where his mind realized that its body was dead. He slouched backwards, releasing Dante.
TBC
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Up Up and Over
Dante managed to make a noise just as a detonator went off. I was thrown backwards into the solid trunk of the tree. I heard something on my rifle crack. My back, while wanting to make a similar noise, remained intact despite intense pain. I landed in a crouch, puzzled about what could have caused that. When I straightened up to help Dante, I saw the Trandoshan. I managed to get behind the tree trunk as several bowcaster bolts were fired at me. I slid my rifle to my front, checking it for damage. Unfortunately, the scope had broken, but it was Verpine technology and that stuff doesn't bounce well. Fortunately my DC was made of hardy stuff and was in firing order.
I peered around the tree to see Dante grappling with the Trandoshan. I wouldn't be able to flank in a normal manner, the snow made moving quickly or easily impossible. My only option was up. Replacing the gun across my now pretty sore back, I found a lower branch and made a jump for it. This would all pretty easy if I were taller, or had that spiffy force jump ability. As it was, I just managed to catch a branch and pulled myself up. Every muscle in my back screamed in protest. I quietly made my way through the branches to a location over Dante and the Trandoshan, wondering if we'd brought enough bacta. And then I started thinking about my training which went over the most efficient ways to kill a Trandoshan.
Dante was pinned under the Trandoshan, which from my standpoint was a positive thing, it meant the bounty hunter didn't see me. Moving quickyly, I made my way to the end of the branch, placing me about a meter directly behind the two men. Adrenaline mixed with the drugs of the stim. My focus seemed to make all of my senses hyper aware. I lay down on the branch, hoped that the Trandoshan wouldn't turn around in the next few seconds, then slowly rolled down from the branch, putting me directly behind them. My feet touched down silently behind the fight. Lifting the rifle, I prepared to shoot the Trandoshan.
TBC
read Cpt Typho's POV here
I peered around the tree to see Dante grappling with the Trandoshan. I wouldn't be able to flank in a normal manner, the snow made moving quickly or easily impossible. My only option was up. Replacing the gun across my now pretty sore back, I found a lower branch and made a jump for it. This would all pretty easy if I were taller, or had that spiffy force jump ability. As it was, I just managed to catch a branch and pulled myself up. Every muscle in my back screamed in protest. I quietly made my way through the branches to a location over Dante and the Trandoshan, wondering if we'd brought enough bacta. And then I started thinking about my training which went over the most efficient ways to kill a Trandoshan.
Dante was pinned under the Trandoshan, which from my standpoint was a positive thing, it meant the bounty hunter didn't see me. Moving quickyly, I made my way to the end of the branch, placing me about a meter directly behind the two men. Adrenaline mixed with the drugs of the stim. My focus seemed to make all of my senses hyper aware. I lay down on the branch, hoped that the Trandoshan wouldn't turn around in the next few seconds, then slowly rolled down from the branch, putting me directly behind them. My feet touched down silently behind the fight. Lifting the rifle, I prepared to shoot the Trandoshan.
TBC
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Sunday, November 05, 2006
Into The Trees
"You let me fall asleep! Why'd you do that?" he complained. He shook his head and stifled a yawn, "Never mind. Let's see if we can find something."
"You were exhausted and all the Dorme crap was making it worse." I managed a long blink as I popped up the vehicle positioning system. I scrolled through some numbers until I found the ones I wanted. I'd taken a stim right before I'd got in the speeder, it should kick in pretty quick. "There, that's where we should head. I know it's not close, but I think it's our best option." I'd entered the coordinates of my family's cabin. I knew Dante would give me some crap for my family having one, Dee'ja Peak snobs and all, but it would be secure, stocked and relatively warm. The warmth of the speeder was making it that much harder to stay awake, then the stim kicked in and I felt overly awake. I looked over at him, "Well, if the trip takes more than an hour, you might have to drive, but hopefully it won't, it's only 10 km away." I nudged the speeder out onto the path and we were gone.
"I'll take over whenever you want," he said. But then he dozed off again."Damn," he muttered, waking up later. He turned and looked at me, "Are we more likely to get stuck if we stop, or keep going?"
"A little from column A, a little from column B," I replied. "And what's worse is that the positioning system seems to be fritzed out and navigating by landmark," I gestured out the window, "Isn't a helpful solution right now." As we kept moving, I saw a bank of trees, their branches and needles heavy with snow. "We could park the speeder under those," I pointed, "And then be prepared to dig out when it's all over." The large Hilani trees grew in groups out here, kept their needles year round and tended to shed snow out and away from the base. They could live for 1000's of year and hand the trunk width to prove it. Usually there would be a lot less snow under the branches near the base. When I was young, my brothers and I could walk under the lowest branches and just be able touch them. I looked at Dante, "We could keep moving, I'm just not sure where we're moving towards. Or we can shelter."
"Okay, let's try it," Dante said, indicating the tree. I nudged the speeder under the tree branches. There was about a meter of snow on the ground, which made getting the speeder under a challenge, but not impossible. Underneath the branches, there was about 5cm of snow. The most I'd ever seen under one of these trees was 15-20 cm, so we should be ok.
I looked over at Dante. "One of us needs to set up the tent and the other needs to shovel out the path the speeder came in just in case we need to get out quickly." I pulled the camping gear out as well as a shovel. "I can do the tent," I offered, "I've set them up before."
"No problem," he said, taking the shovel. Dante got to work quickly, starting from the base of the tree and working outwards.
The tent was one of the few things that was GAR that I'd kept. It didn't have any markings, it's fabric would automatically adjust it's coloring to match the environment, and it stayed pretty warm. I swept a foot print clear of snow and set about getting the tent up. I hadn't even bothered with surveillance gear, I just wanted out of the wind. So, needless to say, I wasn't really aware of the surroundings other than it was windy, snow-covered and cold.
"If the snow doesn't let up its pace, everything I've done will be undone in a few hours at best," Dante commented.
"I can come out and maintain it, we just need a cleared path in case we need to get out of here. Hopefully we won't." I was working on setting up the tent. I paused for a moment, I thought I'd heard a muffled sound, but figured it was Dante working on the snow. I picked up my blaster rifle that I'd left on the ground, I'd almost tripped over it. Fortunately, Dante hadn't seen my ungraceful moment.
I was almost finished with the tent when I heard him open the speeder hatch and then something thump off he speeder. "Don't break our transportation, otherwise it'll be a hard hike out of here," I commented, looking over my shoulder. Dante was looking at something and his face said that what ever it was, it wasn't good.
TBC
read Cpt. Typho's POV here
"You were exhausted and all the Dorme crap was making it worse." I managed a long blink as I popped up the vehicle positioning system. I scrolled through some numbers until I found the ones I wanted. I'd taken a stim right before I'd got in the speeder, it should kick in pretty quick. "There, that's where we should head. I know it's not close, but I think it's our best option." I'd entered the coordinates of my family's cabin. I knew Dante would give me some crap for my family having one, Dee'ja Peak snobs and all, but it would be secure, stocked and relatively warm. The warmth of the speeder was making it that much harder to stay awake, then the stim kicked in and I felt overly awake. I looked over at him, "Well, if the trip takes more than an hour, you might have to drive, but hopefully it won't, it's only 10 km away." I nudged the speeder out onto the path and we were gone.
"I'll take over whenever you want," he said. But then he dozed off again."Damn," he muttered, waking up later. He turned and looked at me, "Are we more likely to get stuck if we stop, or keep going?"
"A little from column A, a little from column B," I replied. "And what's worse is that the positioning system seems to be fritzed out and navigating by landmark," I gestured out the window, "Isn't a helpful solution right now." As we kept moving, I saw a bank of trees, their branches and needles heavy with snow. "We could park the speeder under those," I pointed, "And then be prepared to dig out when it's all over." The large Hilani trees grew in groups out here, kept their needles year round and tended to shed snow out and away from the base. They could live for 1000's of year and hand the trunk width to prove it. Usually there would be a lot less snow under the branches near the base. When I was young, my brothers and I could walk under the lowest branches and just be able touch them. I looked at Dante, "We could keep moving, I'm just not sure where we're moving towards. Or we can shelter."
"Okay, let's try it," Dante said, indicating the tree. I nudged the speeder under the tree branches. There was about a meter of snow on the ground, which made getting the speeder under a challenge, but not impossible. Underneath the branches, there was about 5cm of snow. The most I'd ever seen under one of these trees was 15-20 cm, so we should be ok.
I looked over at Dante. "One of us needs to set up the tent and the other needs to shovel out the path the speeder came in just in case we need to get out quickly." I pulled the camping gear out as well as a shovel. "I can do the tent," I offered, "I've set them up before."
"No problem," he said, taking the shovel. Dante got to work quickly, starting from the base of the tree and working outwards.
The tent was one of the few things that was GAR that I'd kept. It didn't have any markings, it's fabric would automatically adjust it's coloring to match the environment, and it stayed pretty warm. I swept a foot print clear of snow and set about getting the tent up. I hadn't even bothered with surveillance gear, I just wanted out of the wind. So, needless to say, I wasn't really aware of the surroundings other than it was windy, snow-covered and cold.
"If the snow doesn't let up its pace, everything I've done will be undone in a few hours at best," Dante commented.
"I can come out and maintain it, we just need a cleared path in case we need to get out of here. Hopefully we won't." I was working on setting up the tent. I paused for a moment, I thought I'd heard a muffled sound, but figured it was Dante working on the snow. I picked up my blaster rifle that I'd left on the ground, I'd almost tripped over it. Fortunately, Dante hadn't seen my ungraceful moment.
I was almost finished with the tent when I heard him open the speeder hatch and then something thump off he speeder. "Don't break our transportation, otherwise it'll be a hard hike out of here," I commented, looking over my shoulder. Dante was looking at something and his face said that what ever it was, it wasn't good.
TBC
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