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 Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 4:57 pm
"Probably. This isnt the first time I've had to make field repairs."
"Good then." Roth said as he hefted his pack. "We best be off then. Come ladies, we have a prison to infiltrate."
Your first steps onto the soil of Felucia make it clear that this planet is truly alive. Massive mushrooms tower overhead, their overhanging edges creating a canopy that blocks out much of the planet’s sunlight. Every step on Felucian soil turns up insects and other fungi just beneath the surface. The noise of the jungle is loud and alien, full of the sounds of a hundred insects and animals moving through the mushroom swamps, all part of a living and vibrant ecosystem.
"It looks like someone's spice induced hallucination." Roth said as he led the way, drawing his vibrocutlass to act as a Machete. "Probably just as safe as it too."
Nolaa stated a complaint in huttese, undoing enough of her body glove to expose olive green cleavage and looking rather uncomfortable in the muggy climate.
"I know." Roth muttered in reply as he started hacking a trail through some thick spore encursted mushrooms. "You dont breath the air here so much as drink it."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:22 pm
Ember though on her pack and adjusted her gear as she stepped out of the Banshee.
“It’s like stepping into a steam cleaner, “she said as the humid air caused her to start sweating. Following Nolaa’s example, she undid her body glove almost to her navel, not caring about exposing part of her bra, and leaving the front of her jacket un-zipped.
“This place is really, disgusting.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:44 pm
"I suggested we glassed this world." Roth said sourly. "But they dont take advice from anyone below admiral."
Five hours of travel and it was slow going. Several times Roth had to back track, or went down the wrong trail, but you had made some progress, though not much over all.
"Bloody piece of junk." Roth muttered as he studied the datapad. "If only we could use GPS we would be there by now!"
taking a few steps his foot struck something metallic. The Officer glanced down to fined the charred and blasted form of a blasted B1 at his feet.
"Look sir!" Nolaa exclaimed, "Droids!"
Roth shot her a quizical look and then followed her pointing.
"Not just droids, Nolaa. Clones too..."
A short distance away, down a defile was a scene of carnage. The bodies of clones and droids littered the area as well as the burnt out hulk of a AT-TE, looking oer the site like a vandalized statue. The worst part was that most of the clone bodies were covered in mold and fungus, their fetid corpses feeding a host of fungal life.
Curious, Roth aproached the battleground. Nolaa drew her stormtrooper rifle and armed it, ready for trouble.
"From the markings..." Roth said as he kicked over a corpse, sending a cloud of instects into the air,"...some of these look like the 501st...this battle site has to be over four months old..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 6:05 pm
“Ewww, gross.” Ember squeaked at the mess. The mold growing into what was left of the droids wasn’t too bad to look at, but the armored corpse sprouting with fungus was disturbing to say the least.
“501st?” she asked, pulling out her DL-44, it’s grip in her hands was comforting weight to her in the middle of the mass grave site. “Was this one of the last places where the war was fought?” She asked as she looked up at the monolithic sight of the AT-TE frozen in place like some sort of headstone, marking the sight of a final battle.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 6:16 pm
"Indeed." Roth replied as he poked the corpse with his vibrosword. "Though the501st were only there for the first part of the battle to secure a beach head. This must have been one of their initial staging areas."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 11:16 pm
“Lovely, and very creepy.” Ember glanced over her shoulder, obviously spooked by the area. “Can we go now?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 7:55 am
"Take a long look, Ember." Roth said, standing up from his examination. "This is the side of battle you dont see. When the separatists wanted to break away from the Republic, It caused scenes like this. We're working for a man who now wants to defy the Empire, which grew from the ashes of the Republic. Only more scenes like this are going to occur. But it wont be droids fighting the clones. It will be real people. And they will die. If you want to fight the Empire, if you want to go to war, you have to accept the grim reality that what you do will result in battlefields littered with dead, no matter what you do. And it wont just be soldiers. Civlians will be killed too. And if Palpantine is willing to waste the lives of this many clones just to take this rotten, fetid world, then just imagine what kind of effort he would put out to take a real planet."
Lecture over, Roth was about to return to the group when he noticed some tracks in the swampy ground, a triple set of wheel treds.
"An astromech?" He muttered curiously. A sudden realization hit him and he drew his pistol.
"We're not alone here." He muttered.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:44 am
Sish looked over a rifle from a fallen clone trooper as he rummaged though the remains on the battlefield of Felucia. Not satisfied with the results he tossed the weapon aside. The Trandoshan had been disappointed in his luck thus far, finding only a few parts that he could use to fix his equipment should it break down. Sish had signed on with a mercenary team hoping to make some quick credits, but thus far had been unsuccessful in finding anything of great value. The crew had signed up with had split up hoping to cover more ground that way, and he was teamed with their Givin navigator. Sish spotted the Givin a short ways ahead and moved to rejoin his business associate. As he made his way there, the T'doshok pulled out his electrobinoculars and scanned his surroundings making sure that none of the many predators of this planet we're sneaking up on the two.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 10:32 am
“It’s not the sight of a field of dead and rotting corpse that bugs me,” Ember said, still fidgeting. “I just don’t want to raise the ire of the spirits by disturbing the dead. So, can we leave yet?” She tilted her head to one side as Roth drew out him pistol. “Now what?” She asked nervously.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 10:52 am
"Astromech tracks. and they're recent. Someone with a droid was here not too long before us." Roth stated.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 11:11 am
Through his binoculars, Sish saw a Twilik, Zeltron, and Human all armed and moving through the old battlefield. Cautious, the Trandoshan drew his trusty carbine and met up with the Givin. "Hey,Blaise. It looks like we have company," Sish stated handing the Givin his electrobinoculars.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 11:33 am
“What?” Ember looked down at the tracks. “Who would want to tromp though this place and be dragging a droid around with them?” She asked, flipping the safety off on her blaster and looking around.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 11:33 am
The skeletoid givin had what most would call a nose buried in his datapad, which held series of calculations and assumptions on where the 'best salvage' could be found. The odds, however, were not reflecting reality too well. As the Trandoshan came up, Blaise was less than enthused by the news.
"Company, on a fetid planet like this? Might be competition," He said, trying to see the same thing with the binocs. "Stupid droid, you've got sensors, why didn't you pick this up?"
Noting the group, all the numbers in his head spun in his head. Chi squares formed, and the results were not favorable.
"You're the muscle of the group, Sish. I expect you to take care of this."
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 11:37 am
"Especially an astromech." Roth said as he started backing up towards the girls, keeping an eye out for trouble. "Probably scavengers or smugglers. Either way we might be in trouble."
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 11:44 am
“Great, just great.” She muttered. “Last thing I want to do is become one with this planet. Maybe we should move out of here before we run in to any trouble.”
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