With the small fighter before them, Klyn got good hints on the path to take, adjusting his speed to reflect the changes of the X-wing to anticipate the obstacles the other pilot spotted.

But he could only stand witness to the bold shot.  A very good idea in a normal canyon, but lasers and crystal are not a good match.

"That was not a good idea!" He yelled, voice strained as he began near impossible evasion maneuvers to avoid the crystal rain.

pilot1  14  in dire need of copilot^^

pilot2 ... 3  crash ^^

Rynn nearly immediately regretted his decision, not expecting a large scale avalanche type destruction of their surroundings. He definitely put the craft through it's paces, dodging the larger pieces of the crystal. He started over compensating his corrections and was having a harder time dodging the pieces.




Pilot 1: 22
Pilot 2: 12

Lyla was ready and waiting in the gun turret as the Alabak's Gold slipped into the canyon, waiting to know if it was a good idea to shoot or not. As it turned out, it wasn't, as the brilliant spray of refracted laser light played across her viewport. 'Frell!' Lyla swore, trying to cover her eyes and blinking away dark spots.

Then falling crystals pattered over the hull and viewports, and Lyla suddenly didn't want to be sitting in an exposed gun turret. She frantically forced open the seatbelt, climbed out of her seat, stumbled half-blind out of the gunnery seat. 'Tera! Get out!' she cried, making her way back into the cockpit.

Things were looking even less good there. Lyla stood behind Klyn's seat, looking out as her eyesight cleared and she saw huge, razor-sharp chunks of crystal raining down. 'Frack! Go left! Up up! Right right right!' she yelped, hoping another pair of eyes and guidance would help them avoid the worst of it.


OOC: Pilot, Aid Another 12 vs DC 10, success. Give Klyn +2 on his first check.
21:24, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 12 using 1d20-5. pilot, -9.

Tera's eyes widened as she saw the crystals of the cavern walls appear directly in front of her eyes. "Uh....I have a bad feeling about this." Ters climbed back up to the main deck of the ship. "so what are we supposed to do now? Ram it...or wait till they crash?"

The avalanche of crystals pummelled both ships. The X-wing was nimble enough that Rynn dodged the smaller rocks and fought the controls to bring the X-wing out of the canyon. He just didn't have enough time to complete the manoeuvre and bring the starfighter completely out though. Nose up the X-wing skipped up the newly created slope finally coming to a stop as a cascade of smaller crystals buried the starfighter's nose. Crystals covered the viewport. In the darkness Rynn could hear the soft thumps as boulders tumbled down, the ship shuddering when one hit the ship. Emergency lights filled the cockpit with a soft red light. No light shines through the normally translucent crystal. The hull of the starfighter creaks and pops alarmingly under the pressure.

In the Alabak's Gold things went slightly differently. The clattering of the falling rocks was less of a danger to the sturdy starship. Klyn powered up the shields and rode the storm. Getting out of the canyon or avoiding the freshly caused blockage was beyond his skills however. Banking hard to starboard Klyn threw the ship around. It was not enough. Before he could turn the ship fully around the Alabak's Gold skimmed along the sides of the canyon and came to an abrupt halt. Sparks sprayed out from some of the ship's control units and the interior lights flickered and the ship's navicomputer announced a series of engine and technical failures. In the eerie light and with the ship laying on its right side the ship rocked disconcertingly when anyone moved.

Very much not content with the generic readouts of the human interface computers T3-M8 delves into the depths of the diagnostic systems throughout the ship, polling them for individual results as quickly as possible, and shutting down power flow to damaged areas in order to ensure a minimum of chain reactions.  Once that assessment is complete the small droid disengages from his mooring point and hard line link to the ship to go do something about all this trouble.

13:25, Today: T3-M8 rolled 19,22 using 1d20+10,1d20+15. Computer Use, Mechanics.

"This is not going to end well" yelled Klyn as he pushed the ship to the limits.
Sadly, the limits of a freighter are way behind those of a small starfighter, and the impact is doubly painful.

One time form himself: the brutal stop hurt a bit. A second time as the ship screamed his version of a cry of pain, making the mechanics wince.

"Hold on my dear, you will make it"he whispered.

Not taking much notice on the movements of the ship, he does a quick check, seeing from the screens that T3 is doing the same, to see how bad the situation is.

"Everyone in one piece?" he asked while working.

23:05, Mon 20 Jan 2014: Klyn Cors rolled 24 using 1d20+14 ((10)).

Oglo had gone up to the cockpit to give his advice.  Naturally in the heat of the moment, his advice went ignored by the people responsible for flying the ship.  Apparently common sense eludes them when they have a target in their sights.  Oglo prided himself at that moment at being the most objective person aboard.

Since things looked like they were going to get rough, Oglo allowed himself to fall back into the seat meant for the Sensor Operator.  It was a useless position as the droid could handle the duties of Sensor Operator.  Oglo then fastened his seatbelt and went along for the ride.  He already has lived longer than he expected.  Did it matter what planet he died above?

After the crash, which Oglo had predicted would happen, he answers Klyn, "You wouldn't need to ask that if you had listened to me.  I take it this is your idea of finding a safe place to land?  Well, we're alive.  You got that much right."  The Ithorian spoke quickly without pausing to mumble in his own language.  This has been revealed to be an indication that he is agitated.  That is to be expected after being through a crash.

Rynn, took a few deep breaths, and rubbed his shoulders, the harness that had just saved his life, paid him back with what he knew were going to be fairly large bruises. He checked the controls, and gently moved the stick, and sighed when the starship didn't move.

He slowly increased the throttle of the x-wing trying to give it more and more power that it would need to shift the large pile of rubble he was buried it. He listened carefully to the sounds that the hull was making and if the groaning of the metal got too loud, and threatened to pierce the hull, he'd stop.
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Not buckled or tied down anywhere, Lyla was hurled against one of the computer banks as the Gold suddenly banked starboard, her lekku-tchun crushed painfully between her body and the console—

—fingers fell on a steel bar, laying across her tail, squashing it flat. She worked her hand around, got a grip, tried to lift it. But it was heavy, an awkward angle, and only made her tail hurt more—

—then she hit the floor, landing hard on her lekku-tchin—

—she moaned as firm, gentle hands ran down the full length of her tails, sending a thrill right up her body. Oh yes! She straddled the handsome man—

—then found herself rolling back up the wall again, finally banging her lekku-tchun again—

—the in-rushing water had a powerful current, straight down to the floor and then to the sides. Lyla had a hard time swimming against it, and found herself pushed to the floor, lost in a dark void of distant, throbbing noise—

The flash-backs ebbed away, leaving Lyla dazed and confused. The lekku, or brain-tails, were handy, they were damn sexy, but they were one hell of a liability in a disaster. As well being communicative organs, erogenous zones, symbols of her femininity, storage for fat supplies, they contained brain matter, her memories. Had she forgotten anything? She didn't remember. 'What happened to up?' Lyla asked eventually, looking up, then realised the freighter was dumped on its side. 'Aw, frack.' The Twi'lek lay sprawled across the computer bank, bare orange legs, arms, and tails splayed around her, sparks spraying across her. 'I knew I had a bad idea about this.'

Gingerly, she picked herself up, patted the dust and burning sparks off her tanktop and shorts, and tried not to rock the boat. 'More or less.' she answered Klyn, feeling bruised and battered all over, and poking her stinging tails curiously, trying to assess the extent of the concussion. —Mummy! Happy Life-Day, Lyl'arahn!— —Mum! The door blew shut under the searing wind of the heat-storm, trapping her in the refrigeration unit. She could only hear screaming— No, I don't want that, go back to Bravel, he was good. —Yes! Yes! Harder! Oh goddess, ye— Gone. Damn it!

Catching her wits again, Lyla asked 'What happened? Can we take off?'
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Inside the Alabak's Gold the crew began to regain their wits. The immediate danger seemed to have passed and no-one was injured. The ship settled after a few more crystal boulder thumped into it so although not level it no longer rocked. Readouts showed that the atmosphere on Isis was breathable.


OOC Knowledge Galactic Lore and Social Sciences checks can be used if people want learn more about Isis.

Tera quickly looked around all of the crew members to see if they were okay. "That didn't go so well. Try not to bump into anything more....say if this took us and the X wing out...how is the scout ship getting on?"


14:13, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 20 using 1d20+9. Social Science.
14:12, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 14 using 1d20+9. Life Science.
14:12, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 25 using 1d20+9. Galactic Lore

Not pushing the X-wing's sublight engines to their maximum potential Rynn is unable to free the starfighter from the crystal rubble. The engines do however melt the crystals astern. The melted rock shifts the balance of the X-wing and as the ship's tail drops it's nose lifts and clears some of the blockage so light begins to filter through the translucent crystal and lights the cockpit in a diffuse rainbow of colours.

Orienting fairly easily to a new down T3-M8 rolls along the walls in the direction of the engine room, clearly intent on getting to work.  Very shortly after the little droid arrives at it's destination sounds of mechanical interface can be heard, the wiring of automated tools and the occasional spark and sizzle from welding, rarely a little banging as something needs to be unstuck but not cut.

15:06, Today: T3-M8 rolled 23 using 1d20+15. Mechanics.

Seeing light through the viewport gives Rynn a little bit of hope, and he keeps pressing the throttle forward, giving the ship more and more juice until he reaches maximum thrust. He silently hopes that the luck is on his side as the craft shakes from being trapped but having all that force pushing him out. He knew something was going to give, but the question was, what would give first? The starfighter, or the rubble that buried it?

'I can only hope they come off worse.' Lyla replied, and climbed over to the viewport, peering outside to see what had become of the other ships, both the Rebel X-wing and the Imperial scout. 'We'll never get communications out to the Alliance, not through the crystal interference. No sensors either. We're deaf, dumb, and blind. If we can't fly this crate again, we're going to have to go overland.'


OOC: Knowing about Isis: Knowledge (galactic lore) 18, Knowledge (social sciences) 10
14:06, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 10 using 1d20+3. social sciences - isis.
14:06, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 18 using 1d20+8. galactic lore - isis

What happened to the other ships? Perception 22
14:12, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 22 using 1d20+7. perception.

"Well, things aren't that bad..." began Klyn.
"She will fly again and we are not venting air.  A pity, though, I had just brought her back to health..." He puts his hand on the control, looking a bit sad.

"Now if you don't mind, I have work to do... Do what you can to find the bloody pilot, so that I can strangle him myself, would you?"

With that he goes down to begins the 'patching up'.
"T3 ? Where are you? Did you get more from the computer?" he yelled as he walked.


Finding the droid already at work, he praised him
"Nice to know someone gives a damn about her" and began to help with the repairs.

15:35, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 29 using 1d20+14. mechanics.
talent fast repair: 29 temporary HP for the ship


15:36, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 15 using 1d20+4. galactic lore.
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As the ship's nose pitched upward, Oglo felt himself pushed back into his seat.  He didn't dare unbuckle himself yet.  It felt to him like they were taking off but they weren't moving anywhere.

When asked by Klyn to find the pilot of the x-wing and the Imperial Scout Ship, Oglo breathed a sigh of relief.  Finally something to take his mind off the perils of space flight.  We was sitting in the seat for the Sensor Operator.  Just one glance at the panel told him that it was useless.  The display screen was all clouded with images of what he imaged to be radar reflections off the heaps of broken crystals laying around the ship.  The sensors could be fine tuned to only look for life forms, but Oglo had no idea how to make the adjustments.  He had no need to.  He was already the Galaxy's most sensitive instrument for detecting life forms.

Oglo closed his eyes to shut out his disturbing surroundings.  He then connected himself with the planet's energy.  He could feel the crystals around him giving off a strange energy the likes of which he had never felt before.  It was sort of like they were a living forest, but not.  Filtering out that energy field from his senses, Oglo felt for the Living Force that flowed through all living things, organic living things anyways.  Silicon-based life forms were a different matter and Oglo vowed to make a study of it if he ever met an Arcona.  But for now it was a good guess that the pilot of the X-wing was carbon-based and the crew of the Imperial Scout Ship were certainly Human.

10:46, Today: Oglo Obwatt rolled 18 using 1d20+14. UTF - Sense Life Forms

Pushing the engines the X-wing the crystal rocks behind the starfighter become molten rock. Smoke and steam fizzle off the puddle of liquid crystal. The debris on the nose of the X-wing does not move shift enough for the vehicle to lift off.

From the viewport of the Alabak's Gold what can be seen was limited. The canyon ahead had been blocked by the avalanche caused by the X-wing's lasers. The Imperial scout ship was either trapped beneath the rocks or it was possible it may have avoided the falling rocks and escaped. Even if it had managed to escape the Imperial ship had been badly damaged before it had even dared enter the canyon. The tail of the X-wing can be seen at the top of the rockslide, the starfighters engines burning hot, the crystals beneath it melting. The bubbling crystals running down the slope toward the Alabak's Gold.

Working together T3-M8 and Klyn bring life back into the starship's engines. The repairs were not going to last forever. What the ship really needed was a proper service. They could probably only make one short hop before the engines stopped again. They would need to locate the Rebel starport quickly. They were at the moment unsure where they were or where the starport was.

'We're at atmospheric pressure here, so we're not going to vent dirt-side.' Lyla clarified. They were currently on the ground, and Isis had a regular humanoid-breathable atmosphere, so losing air wasn't an issue. Getting into the vacuum of space would be.

'Will do.' Lyla answered on the issue of the pilot, peering out the viewport to see the X-wing's engines were still running and melting the crystal-laden rocks. She reckoned the ship would only sink deeper or get stuck in solid stone when it cooled. 'Though I think he might kill himself soon enough.'

Lyla left the cockpit, running along the walls of the corridor and skipping over sensitive systems, doors, and other passages. She stopped to retrieve her rifle before heading to the exit hatch — or whichever way out was closest to the ground.

Calming himself now that the worst of it is over, Oglo spoke to Lyla as she left the cockpit, "Careful out there... Hmmmm... Imperials still alive... Hrmmmm... But maybe buried completely."

"If they're that buried, they're going to have as many problems getting out as that X-wing. Why don't we head to Neskroff spaceport to fix the Gold" Tera asked. "Are there tractor beams on this thing?"

To climb out of the crash landed ship Lyla had to jettison the hatch. The access door flew off and Lyla took her first breath of Isis’s air. The air was dry and the recent avalanche had filled it will fine crystal dust which made Lyla choke to begin with. When she had recovered she was forced to clamber over the Alabak’s Gold before she could place her feet on solid ground again.

Looking around she saw the X-wing’s engines had now stopped and it was mostly quiet except the odd rattling of loose stones as they tumbled down the freshly made slope. On one of the cliffs above Lyla spotted a humanoid creature that appears to be made of crystal, it’s ‘skin’ reflects green, red and blue light from the setting Isis sun. The humanoid was holding a tall, thin crystal spear.

Rynn, having given up on thrusting the X-wing out of the hole he'd dug himself, started on plan B. With no way to communicate with the base, and not willing to eject out of the X-wing and walk back, started working on a way to decrease the power to his lasers so he could melt his way out. He was no mechanic, but slowly was figuring it out... as far as he knew.



Nat 20
13:45, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 22 using 1d20+2. Mechanics.

As she choked and coughed on the dust, Lyla cursed herself for thinking of this sooner. Micro-sized shards of crystal could be fine and sharp enough to really cruk her up inside. She retreated back inside the ship and rinsed her mouth out with water, spitting it out on the deck to see if there was any blood. None, fortunately. After taking a swig, she rummaged through her things for the tools she rarely got around to using, producing a breath mask and filter. She forwent the atmospheric canister as the Isis air was sufficiently breathable. She also found some protective eyeglasses in the tool cupboard.

'It's dusty out here. Wear protection if you come out.' Lyla commed to the others, voice muffled.

Venturing out, Lyla climbed her way over the hull of the Alabak before dropping down on to the glittering surface of the world. She paused to look around and take in the landscape, sighting the buried X-wing and her path up. The sun was setting, or rising, which meant things would change and get worse one way or another soon enough. She was a little freaked to see the crystalline guy standing on the cliff; she'd not yet heard that Isis had native inhabitants, especially ones made of crystal. She bowed her head in a gesture she hoped was sufficiently respectful and apologetic for all the mess they'd made.

Then she began picking her way up the newly made slope, walking carefully over the loose scree where she could and almost climbing up the steeper sections. She was wary that the rocks would still be settling, and that fresh avalanches could still occur. Unfortunately, her head was still spinning from the crash and the concussion to her lekku, random memories flashing in and out. —she walked across the desert, setting one foot after the other, only that, just keep walking, forget the heat and the thirst and the pain—


OOC: If necessary,
Climb 17
Acrobatics (balance) 5, rolled a 1