The Dark Academy on Korriban

She must have hit a branch or three with her head when playing pinball with the local flora. It was really hard to focus, or do anything decisive really. So she just let the instincts guide her.

Concealing her presence first.

LM9. Stealth.: 2eP+1eA+2eD 2 successes


Trying to catch a second breath, drinking some water from her private supplies.

LM9. Cool.: 3eA 2 successes, 1 advantage


[Recovering 2 Strain, remaining 3 Strain]

And looking around for possible dangers!

LM9. Perception. Unknown Difficulty.: 1eP+2eA 3 successes, 3 advantage

Moyr scrambles to safety and out of sight of a large twelve legged black and green insect-like or perhaps spider like creature with a central body as large as her torso. It chitters and seems to smell the flecks of blood from her injuries…

Things are a little blurry and not helped by the misty rain.

Alien wildlife, so exciting.

To ones such as Hazzan.

Hey he even may have said something about this... bug.

A pity she couldn't remember. Trying to only made her head hurt more.

LM7. Xeonology.: 2eA+2eD 0 successes, 2 threat


[5 strain again]

She genuinely hoped it was not some mommy with a nest around... or a wee spidey out of the nest.

The creature rushes off into the canopy of trees and she is alone in the stillness. Light rain drops begin to drop on her from above, filtering through the thick tree growth above.

She checked her equipment and decided to set herself on the move. The humidity was obnoxious so she plugged her nose with breathing tubes and pulled the cloak on her head. How to find a way? Perhaps a reference point? A flare was out of question because of the large bugs.

Moyr can hear the sounds of a lightsaber, perhaps combat.

One of ours?

Blaster in hand, frags and sabre portably near it, the Lethan crouched onto the verge of the scene abuzz with familiar weaponry, for now choosing to be unseen.

She sees Veers cutting open a large cat-like creature with hardened green skin and ridges on the head. Veers stumbles to a tree breathing heavily, one leg twisted at a painful angle.

“I can sense you… come out… I won’t die on this rock,” she says aloud leaning on the tree.

"Anya Veers."

Moyr stepped out, looking around.

"I have just evaded another fine specimen of local fauna. Something like a giant scolopendra or a spider. Hard to tell. Might still be around."

She returned the blaster to its holster in the cloak for now.

"So you say you won't die here. Strong conviction is a start, I suppose."

The Twi'lek was smiling warily.

"Or was it something akin a plea for... help?"

(spending a destiny for something possibly good and interesting to happen?)

Layne got out of her crashed craft. It was in remarkably good condition considering she'd just crashed it, but she was way off course.

"Fuck, I thought I had it..."

“A Sith needs no help, or so they say. I have a strong arm,” she says to Moyr.

She wipes blood from her forehead and says, “Bleeding just means I have life left.”

"How about exchanges? Does Sith Anya Veers deign to trade what she has for what she needs?"

Moyr took her time on approach.

“It depends,” she says. Both Anya and Moyr could hear a crashing sound through the trees.

“Why don’t we work together, for now.”

I may regret this.

Moyr crossed half the distance to her in no time.

Why should I not just go my way and let it eat you?"

Layne stepped out of the crashed craft that had made that sound, not far off from the other two women. It was in remarkably good condition; as was she; given the rough landing.

"Fucking piece of shit navcom," she said, electing to lay the blame on the electronics instead of herself. After all, she'd been great at the flying part; so it must have been a malfunction.

“I could just kill you, it has crossed my mind. Even injured I could easily destroy you,” she says calmly.

“Instead I offer you a means for survival, don’t question it.”

She hears Layne and adds, “Layne is nearby.”

"I suppose I'll play along then."

Moyr shrugged, looking toward the sources of sound warily. This part of the jungle was a busy place, it seemed.

"Let's get to a higher ground. What do you need to get up?"

Voices. Still distant, or just drowned out by the sounds of the jungle. She quickly grabbed her gear and then flipper her saber on just in case those voices... or jungle sounds... were hostile; then moved toward the voices.

Veers reaches out with the force and pulls a large stick to her, enough to use as a crutch and then makes her way towards where she believes Layne is. She says, “I have suffered worse than this.”

One hand stabilized the make shift crutch while the other clutched her lightsaber. She frowns and adds, “This is nothing.”

"If you say so."

Moyr covered her crutched retreat with a frag in one hand and the blaster in another, wary of what could come.

A short while later and a final bit of foliage cut out of the way, and Layne came face to face with the two.

"Well, looks like someone didn't come down as well as I did."

((assuming there's no traps/monsters in between us; if there are, please disregard))

Veers says, "How lucky for you."

She shrugged, flipping her lightsaber back off.

"Broken?" she nodded down towards the leg.

“Yes,” Veers says.

“I will set it once we get somewhere not in the open. The massassi have no mercy, so I would rather make it to the camp before long. Lead the way.”

"Yeah yeah, I think it's this way."

She really wasn't sure; but Layne went in the direction that she believed camp would be; making sure to keep an eye out for any dangers or things of interest along the way.