Onyx is glad to be off of the ship. He hates when he isn't in control and when it comes to ships he knows very little, so he feels his life is in other people's hands.

He is intrigued by this planet because he has rarely traveled to places that were unsettled. Then again he hasn't liked cities so maybe this is a change for the better. Either way he's a survivor. He'll adapt.

As he walks in he picks a bed close to an exit. He quickly takes off the normal clothes and puts on his environmental gear. After that he puts a case on the bed. He pulls out a pair of vibroknuckles and his sporting rifle. He grabs anything he sees as valuable from his bag and puts it on his person. After doing that he takes a look around the group accessing the party. As soon as he is done he exits the cabin.

OOC: Onyx is a human who has blue eyes black hair. His hair is cut short. He looks musculer, but not bulky. As he changes those who care to look notice that he has gashes across his back. He holds himself well. If he sees you watching him he stairs at you unblinking untill you look away or he feels that you deserve his respect. he respects people who he can rely on, or that he feels hold themselves with convidence. 
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Deciding he had time later to fix the bed, Scrounge shuffled back towards the others to see what was what.  He paused and stared at Tuhr Poku trying to figure out if he had ever seen one of his race before.  The Jawa rattled off something and not seeing any comprehension, commented in basic while pointing to himself, "Scrounge."

The sporting rifle then caught his eye.  He moved over toward Onyx and gave the weapon a visual inspection while chattering to himself.  After what appeared to be affirmation for the weapon, the Jawa held up his Ionization Blaster for the human to view and waited for a critique.

Forim spent most of the journey relaxing.  While normally used to be the one piloting the vessel, it was nice to have someone else take the stick.  Besides, if something happened, Forim just happened to know the most direct route to the cockpit at all times... not that they would have let him in anyway.  It made him feel better just knowing.

Forim did not like the open spaces of the world as much as the confined spaces of a ship.  When told to store their gear, Forim went to use the head first.  This way when he got back all the others had chosen their bunks first and Forim was happy to take what was left.

Forim has a large toolkit which straps onto his back when needed and a duffel back of clothing.  What some might find odd, is he does not carry a blaster - but a slug thrower.  He stows his kit under his bunk, not thinking he would need it for orientation.

"Nice to meet you Scrounge.  My name is Forim."  He pauses for a moment before continuing "I am guessing I am going to be your guys chauffeur.  On the ground I can act as a backup mechanic or ranged support.  I'm better at throwing this knife" he says pulling out his combat knife "then using it in close combat.  I'll do my best to support the group on our missions."  He figured that the best way a team could work together is if they knew each other's strengths and weaknesses.  "Also, my tool kit is off limits to anyone but me." he says pointing at everyone "I'll know if you used anything."

He surveys the crowed and is glad for the diverse species represented here.  It wasn't going to be another human focused group - not that he minded either way.

Sawalim is towering, but the smooth curves and soft pastels of her clothing help to deaden the effect. She endures the Colonel's introduction as though it were a rainstorm, with head lowered and a weary patience. Once released, she finds a room with a window, lays her satchel on the cot, and plucks a candle from the windowsill; then, with a new sense of calm, she leaves the cabin and steps deep enough into the trees that the light from the cabin is indistinguishable from twilight.

Sawalim breathes deep, deeper than she has in nearly a month, and runs her hand across rough bark as her mind maps the contours of memory. It is said that wisdom sits in places, and that thought cannot be divorced from the site which birthed that thought - her memory is a dozen landscapes floating in the dark, and she remembers how each was, and is, scarred. When she can hear the calm on each planet, when the sound begins to accuse, she finds her resolve again and returns to the cabin to sit just outside the door. She slowly traces geometric patterns in the dirt, and listens.

When Onyx first saw Scrounge coming over he was a little disgusted, but as scrounge came over and introduced itself he couldn't help a rare grin appearing on his face. He liked the little guy. When Scrounge introduced himself Onyx smiled. My name's Lannyx, but everyone calls me Onyx.

Onyx was a little surprised he gave up his real name up so easily. Normally he didn't like people to know his real name. As he pondered why he was giving up important information. The creature went over and gave his rifle a look over. Onyx was at first alarmed, but then Scrounge came and offered Onyx to look at its ionizing blaster. Onyx hadn't seen one of these for a while but he knew first hand that these packed a punch.

Haha. You know what Scrounge I like you. your just the kind of person I want backing me up. As Onyx says this he picks up his stuff and moves it over next to Scrounge.

As he was moving his stuff Onyx thought "you know what. Life as a rebel might not be so bad.

Just as he was moving his stuff. A Duros walked in. As the Duros began his speech Onyx whispered to Scrounge That guy's gonna be a leader.

After the Forim finished Onyx stood up walked over to him gave a nod  and said I'm Onyx and I'm a survivor. Whatever this fucked up world throws at me I find a way to make it.

After saying that Onyx marches out to wait for the "boss" it's been about 15 minutes and Onyx figures it's good to get on the boss' good side.
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Tuhr mimic's Scrounge's introduction. A thumb pointed into his chest, "Tuhr Poku." His Basic seemed better than Scrounges, but not up to par with Onyx and Forim's. Noticing the time on his wrist chrono he headed back to the meeting, leaving his rifle on the rack.

Ikki absolutely hated the last month, being stuck in a tincan in space was mind-numbing for him. The air was stale and looking at metal was making him feel like he was stuck in a cage. Also his lights in his room had cut out suddenly while cleaning his rifle followed by alot of shouting from the crew. Seeing the fresh and open landscape for him was heaven.

The unknown planet was a treasure trove to Ikki, it took every fiber of his mental strength to stop himself from simply wandering off into the wilds. The Boss seemed like a man he could respect, he respected battle wounds after all.

Sorlock walked inside and placed his old bolt action rifle into the locker, but kept his knife on his belt, noticing the slugthrower on Forim. Ikki offered him a nod as a fellow slug-user. As the introductions started, he spoke when it was his turn "Name's Ikki Sorlock, I'm your Scout and Spy." It was short and sweet, they oculd bond as a team later. Ikki wasn't great at interacting with people from the get go anyway.

On the way out, Ikki locked eyes with Onyx, having stared down other predators, he made it a practice to never look away first. Trusting his feet to move right as he made his way outside.

Onyx didn't look away. His blue eyes bore into Ikki as he tried to read him. He didn't get a lot. He didn't like the way the spy stared right back at him. Not many people could hold his gaze. "I don't trust him" Onyx muttered under his breath. "He's more likely to get me shot then cover me. "

You return from the lodge to find Boss Huxer waiting for you. He is no longer alone. Standing with him are a pair of droids. One is eight feet tall, covered with chrome armour. It has thick arms and legs, and its 'head' is a dome that meets its torso to create a massive block of metal. It stands tall, bold, and silent.

The other could not be more different. It crouches low, its thin wiry limbs resembling pipes fitted with hydraulics. It might be about five feet standing tall. Its reptillian head flits back and forth, with two glowing yellow eyes. The entire thing is painted a mix of dark colours: brown, blue, green, and black. Even sitting in plain sight, it's hard to see in the low light.

Huxer sees you coming and starts laughing. "Oh, ho ho ho! Look at the holly jaxes, all geared up with their lunchboxes and ready for the first day of school! What's that, big man?" Huxer points with his one arm at Onyx's weapon.

"You're in the Rebellion, precious. We earn our guns. Think you can just walk into an Imp stronghold armed to the teeth?"

"You're prey now, and don't forget it. Those little popguns are more likely to get you killed than save you. That's one thing you're here to learn."

Given no choice, you disgorge yourselves of your weapons. Huxer promises to keep them safe until you return. While smiling.

Huxer waves his hand over the wooded valley behind him. "This valley is your home for the night. You'll be out there in the dark, making friends with insects until dawn. By the way, on this planet night is about point-eight standard days."

"Good. Now kids, meet your babysitters. This big guy is Bubbles, and his little friend is Skinny. They're going to be keeping an eye on you during your first training mission. And when I say 'keeping an eye...'

"... Bubbles, show them your marker."

The big droid, Bubbles, raises his right arm. On it is attached an odd gun-like device that seems to have a big plasteel reservoir and a tank of compressed air.

"Bubbles' marker is loaded with little breakable balls filled with Dispersal Gas. Anyone ever breathe it? Anyone want to try now?" He glances around, with a leering smile. "No? That's okay, you'll get your chance if he catches you."

"Skinny doesn't have a weapon, so she's probably less of a threat to you, right?" Skinny tilts her head, her glowing eyes leaving light-trails in the growing dark. You can see her oversized three-fingered hands resting in the dirt as she crouches low.

"Now, I was told that Command doesn't want you all to die right away, so I prepared the area for you. If you keep your eyes open, you'll find a few goodies I scattered around for you. Might save you a little time that you'll need for running."

"In the spirit of fairness, the last dose you'll ever receive, we'll wait for an hour while you make yourselves at home. Bubbles was sharing his recipe for grilled gorg wrapped in manak leaves."

Counter-Intel: Break the 'scent trail'
Ground Superiority: Defeat one of the robots
Intelligence: locate the robots without yourself being located
resource acquisition: acquire a food cache
Tech procurement: acquire a hidden device

Forim nods to each one as they introduce each other and says "Nice to meet you"

Forim listens to the briefing trying to commit everything to memory.  He was a pilot, not a ground assault troop.  But the Rebellion needed every able and willing being to pull their weight.  Forim would do his best to keep up.

After the meeting Forim says "I think we should have a quick bite, then grab a few minutes of shuteye.  We are going to need the extra rest I think."

He is shortly interrupted from what he thought was going to be a pleasant nap.

Taking his own suggestion has a quick bite to eat, then goes down for a 45-minute power nap.  Having had many such naps in hyperspace on the way to a hot engagement zone, he does not take long to go down.

He awakes refreshed and ready to head out.  He takes 10 minutes to stow his gear and go out into the wilderness.  "I am better suited on a spacecraft, so I will take your leads.  My Gut says to start looking in section G6.5 - these rocks at the top of this hill."

ooc: I am assuming the lack of weapons applies to my combat knife.  Planning on going out with just the clothes on my back
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Question 1: Are my vibroknuckles taken away?

Question 2: Do I have any idea where my weapon and other people's weapons were taken?

As we are heading back to the cabin I secretly pull Scrounge away from the group. I saw the way you are able to take your gear apart and put it back together. If I get my rifle to you will you be able to make it into small enough that we could hide it?

Sawalim seems to take the assignment in stride. She moves away, but still within earshot of the rest of the group, and back through the tree line. As an afterthought, she calls out, "I will be over here, if needed."

An hour is scarce time, but she might be able to glean a few essentials about the planet's flora and fauna in that time and cross-reference what she knows of the team's physiology. She looks for food sources and threats in equal measure. She's no tactician, but she also looks for anything that might offer an edge in tonight's challenge; large root structures that might serve as an effective hiding place, or any aggressive lifeforms whose traits might be exploited to hinder the droids.

If it makes sense, I'd like to make a Xenology check to find what advantages the planet might provide. Maybe with a Setback, since it's by candlelight? What would the difficulty for that be?

"Oooooooo."  Scrounge coo's at the sight of the droids.  He makes no attempt to be subtle in his examination.  He walks close and looks them over without touching all the while chattering to himself.  After a short time in self discussion, his head sweeping back and forth between the two, he pulls out a restraining bolt.  The Jawa points to 'Skinny' and asks, "Mine?"

The confiscation of the restraining bolt is met with indignant chattering followed by pouting.  He crosses his arms and an imaginary protrusion of his lower lip can be envisioned inside his brown hood.  He sullenly listens to the rest of Colonel Huxer's spiel.

OOC: 22:16, Today: Scrounge rolled 2 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2P 2A 1S 2D ((5(P), 2(P), 8(A), 5(A), 5(S), 4(D), 2(D)))
Ok, still new to this die system.  What does he learn?


Suddenly they were dismissed.  Scrounge wasn't keen on staying the night in the woods and certainly not interested in being hunted.  He needed his cabin mates if he was to survive.

When Forim attempts to head back inside, the Jawa erupts, "Ahda da Da DA!  No. Run."  He grabs the Duros' sleeve, tugs urgently and points north into the woods.  He waves for the Ilthorian to follow.

Assuming Onyx makes his request while they are headed into the woods, Scrounge nods.  He points north again and eeks out, "Find.  Find.  Utinni!  Utinni!"

He will follow anyone who seems to know their way around the wilderness.  He keeps his eyes open for those caches Huxer mentioned and is ready to scurry and search anything that looks promising.

OOC: Let me know when you need a perception roll to search.
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Forim looks down at the little Jawa and understanding dawns on him.  "Oh, We are supposed to leave now," it becoming obvious that this is his first time going through this type of training.

"I am better suited on a spacecraft, so I will take your leads.  My Gut says to start looking in section G6.5 - these rocks at the top of this hill." he says making his way towards the woods with his new companions.
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After getting confirmation from Scrounge that he can take the weapons apart and put them back  together again Onyx brings the group close enough that he can whisper,

The way I see it we have 2 options. Run find supplies and survive, or we take our weapons back and use those to make our "boss" stop playing games with us. Either way we need to chose one and go with it. We have the advantage of numbers. We can't give that up.

He surveys the group getting their reactions to him. I vote we get our guns back and take the fight to the boss, but what do you guys think?

Tuhr scratches his head, "Droids look very hard. Not easy to damage with rocks. Blaster much better." Though his Basic is basic, at best, he hopes that others can follow his thinking.

Scrounge looks at Onyx and cocks his head to the side as he listened.  He then waves his hand back and forth as if slapping the man's face.  If he could have reached, he might have tried it.  He points back at Huxer and the droids and then at the group.  "Same side."  He chitters for a bit before trying basic again.  "Train.  Shoot Imps later."

He nods excitedly at Tuhr and points to the woods.  "Blaster.  Find.  Win game."
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Seeing that the group has gathered and is heading out, Sawalim takes up the rear, but most of her attention is spent looking at the surrounding forest. She still has her candle in hand, but it's not much good now that the shadows have lengthened.

"I know from experience that attempting to circumvent one's lessons isn't usually appreciated, and this Boss doesn't seem like the exception to prove the rule. My intention is to give the Colonel an idea of my capabilities."

Still planning on making that Xenology check, just while mobile.

Ikki smirked at the task they were presented with. 8 days of darkness on unknown planet with 2 droids chasing them? That was a challenge that the young thrill-seeker could sink his teeth in. However he didn't like the look of the droids, a tracker and heavy hitter. Plus Boss didn't mention much about 'Skinny' which made him think there's more to her.

Sorlock gazed into the wilderness, he didn't have a light or did he want one in the darkness where it would stick out like a sore thumb. He'd just have to let his eyes adjust. Step one was to find tools, a place to hide, maybe some food and clean water. Scouting the area would be a priority. That was his job.

Ikki turned to the others that were still around "Search around, find what you can. I'm going to scout the area, don't be too obvious. I'll meet you in the forest." He simply tells them what he plans on doing, advising them to do the same. He was never really a people person, that was clear by his attitude. However relying on only his own strength and cunning is what got him through life. He sets off at a controlled pace into the forest, planning to head towards the river bank to look for a sharp stone or something else to use as a tool. His pace and posture showed that he was used to it.

He didn't tell them how he'd find them, he just assume they would figure that he track them. In his eyes this game of attrition had already begun.

Onyx realized he wasn't going to get his new team to break the first orders given to them, so he decided to work on setting up a home base for them.

Scrounge and Sawalim you 2 start heading over to G6.5. We'll make our home base there. Hopefully the 2 of you can find a way to make some shelter. Tuhr you stick with them. Help them with the heavy lifting and protect them. Me Forim and...where did Ikki go? Whatever me and Forim will try to find some food/supplies. Hopefully we manage to run into Ikki. Alright we have 45 minutes to get this done. We've already wasted 15 sitting around talking.

Tuhr nods to the Jawa and the Ithorian, "Good. You lead, or me?"

He shoulders his climbing gear and prepares for the hike ahead.
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Sawalim scratches her hump. "I'm not certain how you know my name, but before you give me orders, perhaps you'd be interested in also knowing about my proficiencies?" Her tone is only mildly chiding.

She turns to everyone that is left. "I am Sawalim Oord-herd. My degrees are in xenobiology, archeobiology, and chemistry, but I also have considerable medical training and experience in the wilderness from my childhood in planet revitalization." She pauses a moment. "I might also be the best armed of us for the moment. Perk of having four throats."

She focuses back on Onyx. "Now that I've all but handed you my CV, will you agree that I'm more suited to food procural than shelter construction?"

Sawalim will suggest heading to H4, then hopping in the stream for a bit of travel to make their path harder to follow. She rolled a success and advantage on the Survival check.
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Ikki had been making good time already. Making his way north at a reasonable pace, taking in the surroundings as he explored the alien planet. The leaves were interesting shades, if it wasn't for the looming fact of being hunted it would be like a walk in the park for him. Sorlock had lost his weapon of choice but nature would provide, plus boss's 'gifts' would surely come in handy should they find one. Resuming his march, he continued to head to I-9.

Today: Ikki Sorlock rolled 3 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1P 2A 2D 1B ((2(P), 2(A), 7(A), 5(D), 2(D), 4(B))).

In reply to Sawalim Oord (msg # 25):

Alright then. Alright then. Sawalim you join me. Forim you join Scrounge and Thur. Anyone else got any talents i should know about?

After he says this he go and stands bySawalim. So where do you think we should start?

ooc: I was just finished typing up a survival post!

Forim nods and says "Sounds good.  I will keep my eyes open for edible things on our way over.  I will wait for Sawalim to confirm that they aren't the local poison berries before eating some.  I agree, let's travel up the stream for a bit so we can try to mask or scent trail.  I have a few other ideas too, Ill tell you guys on the way"

ooc: 08:40, Today: Forim Luk rolled 1 success, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A.  Rolling Survival.
08:40, Today: Forim Luk rolled 2 successes, 4 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 4A.  Rolling Stealth.


17:33, Today: Forim Luk rolled no successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1d.  Stealth Difficulty.
17:33, Today: Forim Luk rolled 1 failure, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2d.  Survival Difficulty.

Total 0 success, 1 advantage for Survival
Total 1 success, 3 advantage for Stealth

I am very stealthy today, and I think I will use my 4 advantages to mask our scent trail.


Forim quickly heads into the woods, almost disappearing from his companions sights.  He leads them toward the stream and then starts to travel up stream.  At a random point, he leads the group south for about 15 minutes then back-tracks into the stream again hoping their pursuers will be thrown off their scent and it will have longer to disperse.

Forim also manages to find a bush of berries that the group is able to harvest.  He keeps a sample of the leaves attached to the berries for their xenobiologist to identify them.


"Never done this before" he thinks to himself with a chuckle "Doesnt seem that hard"
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