Taking the open hangar door and ramp for the invitation they most clearly are T3-M8 rolls right on up and jacks into the first link to the ship he can find, beginning the process of negotiation with an unfamiliar computer.

04:50, Today: T3-M8 rolled 20 using 1d20+10. Use Computer.

"Don't worry too much about it" answered Klyn.
"The Alabak's Gold has seen worse, sadly...  I just got a bit carried away while working on her. It happens often.  But your help is appreciated." he added.

As Lyla made her report, he shook his head.
"I knew we should have bought one too...  Well, I suppose they don't know the planet either. They can't have gone very far.  Probably toward the spaceport."

Examining the trail left of the repulsor vehicle  for a while longer Lyla is able to identify that it was a repulsorlife skiff that the ISC crew have fled in. A repulsorlift skiff would not be able to reach great heights only a few metres of the planet's surface at most but could achieve remarkable speeds.

Entering the Imperial scout ship T3-M8 rolled up the hangar ramp. The skiff hangar was obviously empty with the skiff gone. In the hangar T3-M8 can not gain access to the ship's computer. Exits from the hangar lead to the gun turrets, the stern or the bow. Somewhere else on the ship T3-M8 should be able to communicate with the computer.

Lyla watched the droid roll into the ship. Was it even sentient? Lyla felt rude not talking to it, but it didn't say or beep anything, and Lyla didn't understand Binary, so there didn't seem much she could say to it. Shrugging, she went on 'I think it was some kind of skiff, quite a fast one too.'

'That's an Alliance spaceport, so they won't have a good time of it. But we have to get back to Neskroff, warn the Rebels and start an aerial search... But maybe first we can find something in this ship about their mission or capabilities?'

Tera nodded at T# started searching in the computers. "Well, they know we're here.....and in enough force we shot down one of their ships. I hope T3 finds out if there anything else that the Imperials found out from orbit......but you're right. We need to get to Neskroff....and possibly blockade it till we get all of them. T3 can you see how many people and droids were on board this ship? Any identity photos would be good too."

Rynn sighed. Today had not gone his way. He was hoping for a quick victory and a return to the star port. He should have destroyed the ship and been done with it. "Does the Alabak Gold or the Imp ship have an external radio I can carry above the canyon? If I get high enough I might be able to get a signal out. Or maybe repairing this ship would be easier than the Gold." he suggested.

Pressing on from the hangar into the forward section of the ship where the important electronics and crew tend to spend most of their time T3-M8 tracks down one of the ship's few and elusive computer links to connect to.  Once into the system whatever monitors are connected to it begin to flip through the ship's crew roster and any relevant information to their mission that is not particularly secure, and easy to access quickly.

04:50, Today: T3-M8 rolled 20 using 1d20+10. Use Computer.

'Now d'you see why I had to get here quick?' Lyla asked rhetorically, feeling somewhat vindicated on her plans, even if the ISC had more than exceeded her expectations. She'd be impressed, if her own crew didn't just need some land transport. We should have gotten a speeder in Mos Eisley. Heck, I should have gotten a dewback or bantha. Save me slogging it everywhere.

'At least with these crystals they can't get a transmission out. But nor can we use sensors to find them.' As talk got around to ship repair, Lyla let Klyn work it out with Rynn. 'I'm going to search the ship. Maybe the Survey Corps at least left me some sweet equipment.' she said, thinking there may be one benefit in this disaster.

Lyla walked into the Wanderer after the rolling astromech. 'Hey, uh...' What was its name, anyway? 'Mister Droid, wait up. They might have left traps.' Lyla kept her eyes and ears open as she followed the droid and began exploring the ship, looking out for signs of people, personal effects, lived-in living quarters, and good scouting gear like a pair of snazzy ISC-quality electrobinoculars



OOC: Taking 20 for Perception 27, on:
* Look out for traps
* Tracking: Is that possible? Maybe no footprints, but blood, hair, number of lived in quarters, signs of people in the bathroom, amount of food in the kitchen. That's to work out how many people, how many droids, their species, their injuries, the haste they left in.
* Looking for gear, credits, and other loot.

Oglo didn't like what he was receiving from the natives.  It sounded like a challenge to him.  The natives sound like another tribe of brutes who value strength over wisdom.

Oglo thought hard about how to get the natives to stay out of the way of his friends.  It sounded to him like they consider a test of strength to be a show of honor.  If so then it would be dishonorable to interfere.  Perhaps to their eyes the test of strength has already begun when they came flying into the canyon, which would explain why the natives haven't interfered so far.

Oglo concentrated hard to send his message.  It is the most complicated he had ever tried to send in his life.  The mind-link was slow requiring many levels of translation for the alien thoughts to make any sense.  'My friends... attempt... to over-strength... other newcomers.  That prove honor?', he thought back.

Klyn frowned at Rynn's suggestion.
"I plan to take whatever is still working and useful from this sorry excuse of a ship and bring it back to ours. Then we can fly away and get as fast as possible to the spaceport for true repairs."
He said before following T3 to see if he could help while checking on the ship's parts.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 18:15, Mon 03 Feb 2014.

Tera looked around other sections of the ship for any clues as to who the inhabitants might be and why they were there. Was there a reason the ship was sent to this place or was it just random chance?

OOC:If I can take 20 I'll do it.

The mind-talking was tiring for Oglo and the crystal shaman. All that Oglo received in reply was "life". Rynn stood by the motionless Ithorian when suddenly the crystal humanoids moved.

Inside the Imperial scout ship T3-M8 and Klyn headed for the bridge.The pair passed through the Wanderer's entrance bay. The area was empty and unremarkable, save for an open cabinet on one wall. In the cabinet is a rack of some kind but its contents are missing. Moving forward an access passage leads to the bridge. They pass a cabin on the starboard side, a brief glance into the cabin reveals a sparse room. It has a bed, a table and a footlocker. On the bridge many of the instruments are shattered and most of the metal has been scorched from internal systems short circuits. There are plenty of access points for T3-M8 to plug into but before he does there is a figure seated at the control plan, his back to the entrance to the bridge.

Exploring the rest of the ship Tera and Lyla pass through the same entrance bay with the open and empty cabinet, then they are able to head to the stern and the living quarters. The Galley is in a shambles. Food containers are sprawled everywhere, their contents spilled across the floor. Next from the Galley is the cargo hold. The hold is stacked with small plastiflex crates containing various soil, flora and fauna samples gathered from newly-chartered worlds. There are four cabins, the first cabin contains a bed and a foot locker. The footlocker has a name tag 'Meahonon'. Inside the footlocker is a pair of boots, a spare ISC scout uniform, a holovid player and a bunch of holovids. Before they can explore more the ship starts to tremble.

Outside the crystals all around them began to tremble the moment the humanoids began to move. The ground moved like a wave and the crystal humanoids rode upon the wave until Rynn and Oglo are surrounded by about twenty-five of them. The Imperial ship shaking as the ground moved. A huge hulking one of them steps forward, he speaks but his voice is thickly accented "new-com-ers. You have ho-nor to prove your-selves. If you are strong-er than me, you are wor-thy of life" the alien pounds his chest with his hand and waves his spear.
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Tera looked around with some concern as the starship started rumbling around them. "I think it's time to get out of here. That sounds ominous."

OOC:apologies, I was very close to bedtime when I wrote the previously edited portion.
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Lyla wrinkled her nose as she surveyed the mess in the Galley; by the smell, it was already going bad. 'Looks like they took what they could, what wouldn't perish, and tried to deny us the rest.' Not even a ration bar looked to have survived. It was the same throughout the ship, with cabinets emptied and things taken or wrecked to deny them to the Rebels. They'd certainly thought fast.

Lyla was looking through this Meahonon's footlocker — women's clothes, so she'd assume a woman — when she heard and felt the rumbling outside. 'Oh, hotside, what now?' She quickly grabbed the boots (they seemed about her size), holovids and player, and hurried after Tera to see what was going on.

The crystal people were on the move. Lyla watched awestruck as they rode upon a wave of earth, amidst the trembling and tinkling crystals. She had to admit, this was the kind of impressive sight she travelled for, though being threatened with it wasn't desired. Honour? Strength? Worthy of life? Lyla didn't like the sound of that.

Have we? she wondered as Tera responded to the crystal people, but wasn't about to interrupt whatever con she was playing.
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Klyn moves slowly to put his blaster near the head of the man, just in case.
"Don't move" he said, before checking it the man is alive.
His observation is a bit shortened as the ship began to shake.

"What's happening? I thought the ship was completely stuck?"

Oglo looked up at the giant crystal man.  He should have known they could gather themselves together to form one big one.  "We new-comers not all gathered.", he said back at it trying to buy the group time to come up with a plan.  "There is no... honor in this... unless you let us all... gather together.  Some of us though... the ones with the least honor... have already run away.", said Oglo counting on the natives not being able to tell the difference between Rebels and Imperials.  If he could get the natives to pursue the Imperial Survey group, then that would be a lot better.

Rynn didn't say anything. He let the hammer-head do the talking. He didn't look forward to taking on the crystal things, he wished that the command back at starport would realize that he hadn't gotten back to them and they'd send someone to his last location, it would only be a matter of time before they found the crash sites. Rynn stayed quiet, but drifted a hand down to the drop leg holster, and thumbed off the safety.

Blaster held to his head the man did not move. Klyn stepped forward and took a closer look. The man did not move because he was dead, his name tag read Brektate. The pilot had been killed when the Wanderer crash landed, the impact battering the Imperial and killing him almost instantly. Examining the ship's controls in search of an access point T3-M8 notices that the ship's black box is missing. The ship's black box will have logged every jump the Wanderer has made. The box will hold the exact coordinates of Isis and if it was returned to the Imperial Navy then the rebel base woud be in grave danger.

Accessing the ship's computer T3-M8 manages to retrieve part of a recent ship's log, the computer is damaged however and only fragments can be gained...city nearby...are dead...abandoning ship...X-wing...perhaps one of the Rebel colonies we've heard...steal a ship.... Evidence of more fragments were available if T3-M8 kept digging. The droid was also able to retrieve a ship's roster. Tonth, Captain. Brektate, Pilot. Meahonon, Astronavigator. Lerenga, Gunner. Talke, Gunner. Higgs, Engineer.

OOC T3-M8 needs to make another Use Computer check to get more info. Klyn and T3-M8 are free to stay in the ship or go out to join in with the others.

Making another quick pass through the heavily rattled computer T3-M8 switches on his own holo projector to display the logs of the crew and what remains of the recent communication data for those unable to read it directly, along with subtitles at the bottom of the image that reads Black Box Retrieved in relatively unobtrusive text.

Assuming since you asked me to roll we cant just take 10, if we can however feel free to just toss in any DC 20 information and just let me know how long it takes.  22:12, Today: T3-M8 rolled 15 using 1d20+10. Use Computer.

The hulking crystal humanoid pounded his chest again "please new-comer let us fight" he boomed. The crystal humanoid didn't seem to listen to Oglo much. Another was of keener ear and mind. A stillness fell over the tribe as one of the aliens stepped forward. His crystal flesh is dulled and cracked. All the creatures bowed their heads slightly as he spoke "if you are strong-er than him," he pointed to the first alien that had offered the challenge, "you are wor-thy of life. If you do not prove this, you are not wor-thy!" he spoke in a deep and sonorous voice.

Digging further into the ship's log T3-M8 discovered that the crew had tried to scramble the data before they left. This time the droid retrieved ...Lerenga picked up a spike of life through the crystal's static. Thinks it might be a city of some kind. If that's true then this is perhaps one of the Rebel colonies we're heard rumour of. We're abandoning the Wanderer and will attempt to get to the city and steal a ship...

OOC T3-M8 can 'take 10' if he wants. I've designed the broken computer as a skills challenge for T3-M8. Each Use Computer check removes a layer and reveals another. The checks will get progressively more difficult and once you've failed one you will no longer be able to access the ship's log.

Oglo only seemed to confuse the issue, so Lyla stepped boldly forward. 'Hang on. What kind of "strong" are we talking about here? What do you mean "worthy of life"? '

With nothing better to do T3-M8 goes about the complex decryption task slowly and carefully, enlisting the assistance of the local ship's hardware for the task, shutting down the holo display to avoid distraction away from what is clearly a considerable puzzle.

OOC: In theory I should be able to use the ship's Int bonus as an additional +bonus on the roll, and or set it up to auto assist as well, which will add more time but no risk, then just take 10 on everything and let me know what is available on DC 20 + ship int + any available assists from the ship or anyone else who wants to help.

T3, do you need help with the computer?asked Klyn, with worried glances outside.
"I'm afraid the others ran into some trouble..."

klyn has a +9 use computer skill, so he might be able to provide some help

Tera watched as events unfolded outside the ship, wondering if she was needed to help balance the odds. "If only Ares was here, we could fix this in ten seconds." she murmured to no-one in particular.