Log:Explorer's Guild: Chandrila Thrilla - Reefer Madness

Explorer's Guild: Chandrila Thrilla - Reefer Madness

OOC Date: January 9, 2018
Location: Chandrila
Participants: Explorer's Guild: Corr Waldin, Sapphira Solari, Rail Onasi, Eilam, Netep Muri, Jehni'va Cihn; Special Guest Stars Dosk and Ayeeou Wanaii

Chandrila, the jewel of the Core Worlds. This planet serves as a sterling example of beauty and culture to the rest of the galaxy. A spirit of conservation has protected the natural splendor of its rolling plains and hills, and its oceans have barely been sounded due to a desire not to disturb their depths too badly. In this same spirit, it didn't take long for the local conservationists to notice a sickly pallor falling over the coral reef just off the coast of Hanna.

"Somethin's killing the reef," Corr explains, sat in the front passenger seat because he's generally useless at piloting of any kind. "This here's a Mon Cal submersible and it oughta hold up to any sort of depth we need to go to. It /oughta/, anyway, I paid for a good one." It's a smooth craft, looks kind of like, you know, a Mon Cal ship, but tiny, with most of its surface made of transparisteel for easy viewing in almost every direction. The light from Chandrila's star filters down through the waves above, casting a dappled light on the reef before them.

The reef is simply breathtaking. Colors of every possible hue strike the eye with a brilliant cacophany of nature's finest pigments, but as they sink lower, and the light grows darker, it doesn't take an expert's eye to notice a slow change in the apparent vitality of the giant living mass. "Everyone keep an eye out," Corr advises, himself peering through. "We're not just here as tourists. Got a job t'do."

Sapphira Solari, in a wetsuit, is sitting next to Jehn because chicks before dicks, m8ts. "This is ... very weird," she confesses candidly to the woman beside her. "Like, I feel like we should be pulling up the reef to sell, or blowing up an oil rig that's hurting the reef, or ... hurting someone. We hurt a lot of people, don't we." She turns to look at Jehn fully, her red hair pulled back in a severe bun for this mission, one quarter on one side shaved off to look slick af or weird depending. "Are we bad people, Jehn?"

Having recently arrived after viewing the posting on the Holonet, and seeking to escape Nar Shaddaa for a while, Dosk listens intently as Corr summarizes the situation in the submersible. The Codru Ji looks about the rest of the group in cluded and waves with a couple of arms. "Hey all, Name's Dosk" He states bluntly, looking through the transparisteel casually as he adjusts the 4 arm sleeves of his wetsuit.

Rail Onasi is mostly suited to starfighters, so he's setting this one out. He sits toward the back, wet-suited like everyone else and looking all-around uncomfortable. He tugs at a few extry-tight places and grumbles. "They couldn't just...scan or something? Wouldn't that be way easier than sending us losers?"

The resident Ghostling did seem just a tiny bit... scared? Well, scared, yes. He didn't even really know how to swim, let alone how to do anything in this environment. But, he was trying to get out and see the Galaxy while he could and hopefully he wouldn't /need/ to find himself at the risk of things happening. Hopefully this would just be an easy trip. Totally why he was hugging onto the satchel he brought with him and while he was certainly looking out of the ship and around a little amazed at the life and color compared to Nar Shaddaa, somehow this felt a bit more trapping than a space ship. ...somehow.

With her hands wrapped around the yokes of the strange, underwater vessel, Jehn stares out at the view with open-mouthed wonder. "It's a good ship, aye." She offers softly to Corr, though her attention is caught on the reef itself. She should put a fishtank in at the apartment, it would really liven the place up - give Tarion the leech a more open space to roam - but look at her meta on like an old bird. Like the rest of them, Jehni'va is wearing a wetsuit, and it clings to her in a vastly uncomfortable way. "I think -" She asides to Sapphira without looking away from the task at hand, "- that we are more chaotic neutral with a tendency to feel bad about bad things, though it rarely discourages us from doing them." She raises up on one cheek to, in vain, claw at the rubbery wedgie currently crawling up her ass. Wetsuits are not fun. "Hi Dosk." She offers a hand - the one she just picked at her ass with - over her shoulder to the Codru Ji, should he be within reach. "Jehni'va Cihn."

Muri's still not exactly ready to get wet. In fact, if she'd had her way, she'd still be topside, basking on the yacht she'd intentionally flown in early enough to party on with 'friends'. But it's time to earn her keep and standing with whatever skill and knowledge Waldin thinks she possesses to qualify her brain below sealevel, so here she is. Less squirmy than the rest in her wetsuit, but still struggling with her hair. It's an issue, this much hair, when wet. Especially when it's riddled with all sorts of potential lures. Those hands are working fast as they can to pull out the beads, the feathers, the this'n'that while her cheek rests against the inside of their bubble to stare pensively up at the distancing surface above.

Wetsuit? She don't need no steenking... Well, the one amphibian in the group is not wearing a wetsuit. She is wearing a one-piece outfit in the style of her people, rather. It covers her legs and arms, but does not provide any protection past brushing against coral and the like. She did, though, bring a set of light armor just because you never know. Apparently, hanging out with the Ebon Guard's learned her a few things just about being prepared. She's been on the quiet side for the trip here, though certainly listening to the others. And once they were in the water, her attention was drawn outward more than inward. There was a look of admiration as they passed the healthier parts, but then a frown that deepened rapidly as they reached the sickly section. She has mostly been silently studying it.

"Why didn't they just do scans?" Corr asks, rhetorically, repeating Rail's question so he knows what he's talking about. "Well, for one thing they got so much stuff swimmin' around out here, they don't know what's what from what, and the water-graphs they're takin' don't seem too different than usual. So that's why they're paying us to come down here." As Jehn pilots them ahead, the director takes a moment to rifle through a box of face masks, full-face, with a lamp in the middle-top. They look suspiciously like the masks he gave out for that space walk a few jobs ago. "This submersible's got a grabber and a torpedo but we only got three shots and they don't really want us to shoot it anyway, so if we need to go out there, grab a mask first. And uh, take one of these." He holds up a little bottle of pills. "Keeps you safe from the pressure and pressure changes somehow. Don't ask how and don't take more than one."

"Sithspit. We're the bad guys," Sapphira says, settling back into her chair like this is a revelation. She just blinks, staring blankly ahead, momentarily lost in her own exestential crisis where she's not some hotshot engineer out of one of the best academies in the core. No; she's a bad guy, who occasionally kills people or small animals with either boiling hot chocolate fudge or electrified fences, considering. "I dunno that I know how to be bad."

Dosk nods to Jehn, though she probably doesn't notice with focusing on her task at hand. Glad he doesn't have 4 legs instead of arms, there would probably be a double wedgie going on. "There!" Dosk says while looking out of the viewport and pointing towards trails of green slime heading deeper into the reef. "Whats that green crap?" Asking as he looks around and takes note of the masks and pills.

Rail Onasi stands up and moves to peer out of the viewport alongside Dosk, "Yeah, I was noticing that, too. Looks pretty gross." He rests his hand on the back of Jehni's chair. "Can we get a closer look?"

"I think I will... refrain from taking any medications, unless I have to. As a Ghostling I do not know for sure how they will react with my body. ...in fact I do not know how dangerous pressure would be to me as it is, so I might just... stay in the ship. Yeah, please." Eilam didn't want to risk getting squished like a hutts snack. But indeed, he was looking at all the green stuff and it made him a bit worried, after Felucia. "I do hope that is not the slime trail some creature is leaving. ...perhaps we should avoid finding out the hard way? Take a wide way around instead of following right up on it?"

"Sapphira, you're not bad. The fact that you're worrying about whether you're bad or not means that you're at least good enough to care." Jehn, a veteran of existential crises, calls back to her friend. But then there are masks and pills and she has more important things to ponder: "will it, uh, react poorly if we've got anything else in our system?" Jehn eyes the pill in her palm warily before she pops it into her mouth, not waiting for an answer and deciding that she'd rather not know. She sits a moment, eyes squinted up towards their corners as if debating if she's 'feeling it, Mr. Krabs' and seems to decide it safe. "So that's a no." She decides. Science! Always an adventure.

Dosk and Rail's assertion that there's 'something' swings Jehn's attention outward once more, and Jehn squints out into the water. "Yup, positive on that visual. Taking us iiiiiiiiiin..." The submersible, while not something Jehn has had ample experience with, responds well to the pilot's movements. Plus, it's Jehn and she's like every hotshot pilot that's probably a little stoned; there's a little flair thrown in, a little turn that rolls them between two giant outcroppings of stone and then... They're there. Close, with the ship systems working backwards now to keep them from drifting away. "Yeah that's really gross." She decides. "We should touch it." So maybe she and Eilam aren't on the same page.

"Wha..." Netep squints, turning away from the window to peer at the pill bottle, fingers deftly knicking away the last of her ornaments. There. Now she must wrangle the curls into a few braids, instead. "How tight is their funding that they couldn't send their own biologists to do this work? You know...experts?" Another nervous twist in her seat restores focus to the alien world swimming around. "What crap?" Her brows knot up, neck craning around like she's gonna know it when she sees it. There's a lot of green. A lot of pink and purples and blues and oranges, too. Filamentous, slimy, bubbly... "S'just algae, yeah?" Braiding halts so that she may finally extend a palm toward the pill bottle, waiting for Corr to dose her. "If Eilam's staying aboard to em...man the computers, perhaps he ought to have a hand. Imagine I could figure the console out in a jiff if needed." Cough.

Ayeeou listens as Corr explains, then looks puzzled by Sapphira's reaction. "Bad guys? How so?" she asks, her very large eyes blinking once. She skips the pills, too. Then Dosk indicates something out there, and she turns to peers out to see what green crap he means. "What? Where?" she asks, walking over to them as well. "When we get out there, I'll give it a sniff." And before anyone gets overly concerned, she clarifies "With my tendrils, I mean. If something or someone is poisoning the reef, we need to find it."

"Alright, everyone who's gettin' out, there's your pill," Corr announces as he passes them around with the masks. Dosk, he gives two, because dude is large, Eilam, there's a half of one, just in case. "Be careful and be on the lookout," he advises everyone as he steps around to the back through the cramped quarters and activates a panel that shoom shoom shoom shoom slides the hatch in the back open. A thin, meniscus-like layer of energy prevents water from entering the vessel. "That's neat as hell," the man mutters quietly as he tugs the mask onto his head and promptly trips out into the water, misjudging how long the short fin on his wetsuit's foot is. Flailing, he rights himself in the water, orienting the green slime down, and his crackling voice comes over the radio in his mask and the ship's loudspeakers. "Alright, let's check out some green goo."

"We have a biologist! Kinda. She's just ... Jehn, are you high right now?" Sapphira asks, leaning closer to whisper conspiritorially to the woman. But, in these close quarters, it's not terribly conspiritorial. Everyone hears. "Yanno, sometime I'd like to try a drug. Maybe sometime you can help me try a drug. But for right now ... I mean, does it help to ask you to focus? Or does that make it worse?...oh it's time to go?" Sapphira is quickly grabbing her mask, jumping to her feet. Gotta impress the boss that hates her! But in doing so, she slams her head on the metal frame above. She doesn't disembark as much as she falls out of the meniscus, muttering dirty Nar swears.

Dosk eyes the two pills for a moment and then downs them, grabbing a mask and slipping it on as he moves to the back. "Time to get wet" He says, pausing to pull out his flask, a battered, scraped up silver thing with a wyrewolf engraved on it, lifts the mask and take a swig, it is offered to the others with one arm while the another replaces the breathing apparatus.

With Muri staying behind too, Eilam looked at her with a look of gratitude. He was quite happy to not be alone on this ship under the ocean. Honestly he shouldn't have even come but in his mind it seemed less of a problem until he started thinking of bad endings or all the books he'd been reading on such things. He could kiss Muri he was so happy not to be alone, but not going down that road again! So, she just gets the grateful look out of him before he returns to looking through the viewing panes of the ship while trying to see if anything stood out, or anything came to mind that he might be useful.

"Damn, I wish I had tendrils." Jehn laments, staring in awe at Ayeeou. Is it rude if she asks to touch? Yes, that's racist, Jehn, remember the Bothans. She refrains, instead returning her attention to keeping the ship in place, engaging it's anchoring mechanisms, and hooks it to the rock beside it. She itches her neck. "Only a little, but I'm a pilot, Sap. My parents are bioladistth but they're retired on Coruthant... Coruthant... Whad the hell?" Huh? Jehn's tongue is hanging out of her mouth and turning a strange shade of purple, her hands feel a little bit too big, and she's just... A little bumpier than she remembers being? "Oh thit." Apparently, the pills /do/ react poorly with some things. "Thit." She repeats, fumbling her seat belt off with thick, awkward fingers and stuffing the mask over her head, muttering "thit, thit, thit." The whole time. Thankfully, however, it would seem that her new bulk adds some degree of buoyancy, as she gets out of the ship with little to no dificulty. "I thtill wanna toupth it." Her voice, awkward and slurred from her enlarged tongue, comes through the radio tinny and breathy. Maybe she should have stayed behind, too...

Muri swallows the pill anyway, just in case that energy barrier isn't as hydrophobic as it ought be. The mask gets looped around her neck to be on standby. "Swim straight," she well-wishes to those daring to cross that barrier, but Waldin flails and Sapphira knocks her noggin. That cannot be a good start. "Careful with your 'sniffers'," a worried sort of grimace turns away from the first clumsies to land upon the Nautolan. What if it IS poison? As she worries, one hand goes to accept Dosk's liquid courage and she takes just a small sip with a brow wag of appreciation. "Dosk, was it? I'd envy your extra set of hands, out there. Best of luck," and passes flask back. Her other hand is flipping Eilam a thumbs-up, also secretly grateful that a)she doesn't have to expose her humiliating inability and b)didn't smoke whatever Jehn possibly did before coming aboard. "Um," she clears her throat, lifting a hand to point and waggle after the swelling woman, "I don't...oh dear." Oh well.

The Nautolan absolutely does not laugh at the silly drylanders tripping their way out of the ship into the water. That would be unkind. She nods to Muri's concern about her 'sniffers', then slips out almost like someone who's been doing it all her life. She then shakes her head for a moment to help her adjust to the change in pressure, her tendrils drifting out. Really, she looks very happy to be in the water. Since she didn't need the mask, instead Yee chose a small watertight earpiece - yes, Nautolans do have ears-type things... somewhere. It's slipped in among her tendrils.

Rail Onasi takes over Jehni's spot, adjusting the seat a little bit. He's gotta sit close and leaned back. Like a racecar driver. He pushes a button. <<IS THIS THE->> He turns the volume down. <<This is the comms button.>>

Everything seems pretty tranquil, other than the sickly fade of the coral and the dim light of this tunnel they've pulled into. Corr switches his headlamp on, kicking down towards that green slime on the bottom of the 'cave' floor. "Let's check it out," his crackling voice registers, as he slowly glides down there. He's not a great swimmer but he's managing, and the suits have integral flippers, they're just small.

Before he has a chance to get there, something rumbles. It's an odd sensation, rumbling in water, felt more on the skin than heard, and suddenly a gaping maw the size of bus crashes through into the empty space, breaking the anchors Jehn set into the wall free. Teeth like swords gnash menacingly as it turns slowly towards the submersible, giant eyes staring at the occupants as a serpentine jaw spreads wide.

"Swim away!" Corr yells into the radio, which garbles his speech immediately, being cut-rate radios. Out from under the massive eel come finning a pair of nasty-looking fish the size of Dosk's arms, and headed straight at him and Jehn.

More swears from Sapphira Solari. Followed by a cry for an adult. But who is the adult in this group? "JEHHNNNNNN!" Oh, stars above. That can't be the adult in this group. Sapphira is already back-swimming like a madwoman as she fires off a few squeezes from her weapon, hoping against hope that she'll land some hits and magically kill the beast that threatens her. One lands. So, that's a paycheck.

Dosk hears part of the radio traffic and scrambles to one side just as the eel flies past him. Seeing Sapphira shoot, he removes his blaster and fires off a round himself, which seems to hit the same one she did. The hit seems to take out one of the fish as he attempts to keep an eye out for the other. Breathing heavily, this went wild fast!

"Frack!" shouts Rail as the eel rockets forth from its watery abode. "Frack frack frack," he continues, jamming the throttle forward and sending the ships propellors to work. The submersible jets forward, but the eel is quick. It's the one at home here, after all. The might sea creature rams into the side of the boat, sending it spiraling toward some rock.

"C'moooooon," Rail says as he tries to keep the thing steady. He manages to do just that, keeping the vessel from taking any permanent damage. Collision warning are blaring through the loudspeakers like crazy, though. The Nar Shaddaan manages to line up a shot on the eel, and squeezes the firing nub, sending a concussion missile in its direction. However, it only manages to be a glancing shot at best.

"...EEEEEK!" What does Eilam do once the gigantic fuckin monster appears? He squeals and tries to duck and cover, because he thinks it's about to be over. Though to his credit he doesn't get hurt when the ship.

"Mebbe itth betht if I thtay onboard..." The pilot ponders through the comms, but with Rail hanging back they are full on their pilot quota, she would just be flotsam taking up space and lisping like that awful Rodian. Plus, she is already known for being the one who /gives/ a shit about these environmental issues - she owes it to all of her pets to see this through. Steeling her resolve and trying to suck her tongue back into her mouth, Jehn... Awkwardly wobbles through the water, struggling gamely. She's not a strong swimmer - and it shows for any predators lurking nearby. She spins like a disjointed buoy to see the eel burst free, and immediately holds an arm out towards it. "Shhhh, it'th ohk-" Whatever she's trying fails brilliantly as one of the fish slam into her, scrabbling at her suit to probably rip her apart because that's just her luck, right? She's fumbling at her weapon, too busy not dying to see where Sap is calling her from. "I dobnt eat fith!" She laments, begs maybe?

This isn't going to go well, Netep decides, turning her back on the shimmery energy field once the last body's blooped through. They, Ayeeou aside, are too far out of their element. She moves up to squeeze in alongside Rail as 'copilot'. Her decision to sit could not have come at a more appropriate time, because that's when the sub gets rocked loose. Her ass hits the seat, not floor, while voice goes UP into a shrill scream of "KRIFF!" because what is THAT!?!?!!? Those eyes. Those teeth! "GET THEM IIIN!" she thrusts a finger into the comm button. "Forget the crinkin slime," she releases the comms button "we're all farkled..." the end of her panic trails off into a low moan, a palm smished into face because her friends are about to be eel fodder while the other hand tries to wrestle on the seat harness whilst they toss about.

Ayeeou is on her way down to have a better look at the green slime when things go sideways. That rumbling causes her to pull up, all her movements here as graceful as a dancer might be in the air. The large creature causes her already-large eyes to widen further, and she backs away at first. Unlike the others though, her movements are little difference from the natural sealife and might not draw the attention of creatures looking for things that don't belong. She does have a blaster, and it is drawn, but for the moment it's just kept ready in case it's needed. Really needed, because she is a sucky, sucky shot. Really. Instead, she glides downward like a native towards the floor to have a look at that goo in case things go badly and there isn't another opportunity. She doesn't go so far as to actually touch it with skin, instead swiping a cloth over it to gather some. Meanwhile, her tendrils drift near, though also don't touch. Her eyebrow ridge lowers slightly as she takes in what she can tell of it.

Enraged, the gargantuan eel-monster loses a pair of scales the size of shields that go drifting, feather-like, to the tunnel floor below. It turns to lunge forward for another snap at the submersible, teeth closing just inches in front of the sub's nose, but this seems like a pretty good chance to take a shot at it, too.

"Get back on the sub, we gotta get out of here," Corr advises, struggling through the water towards the others, trying to help the most clueless of them, Jehn, back towards the craft, but he's not exactly a strong swimmer himself and it looks like they'll both 'drown'. To make matters worse, another pair of the angry little (compared to the eel lol) fish have come sailing through the rift towards them. "Everyone get back to the sub! We're not gettin' eaten down here! We- come on!"

Sapphira lives, bitches! She lets out a howl that likely pops some eardrums over the coms, but she lives. As the eel's tale swings down beside her, the water catching her in it's wake and tumbling her in that direction, she's able to turn the tumble into some energy propelling her forward. Forward, forward, forward ... until she crashes through the meniscus of the sub-hull, falling to the ground with a loud and wet crash, followed by a screech. "DID YOU SEE WHAT THAT NATURE ALMOST DID TO ME?" Country girl she ain't.

Dosk gets bit after hearing Corr's advice and spins around to begin swimming back towards the ship the fishes wound leaving a cloud of blood as he swims. "On my way back" he says, as all six limbs work franticly to reach the saftey of the submersible.

"We are /not/ farked, ma'am!" Rail asserts to the woman who's just appeared in the co-pilot chair.

"I hate this. This is the worst," Rail says. "THERE'S NO WORMS IN FRACKING SPACE!" Rail shouts, gleefully unaware of the existence of space slugs.

"Eilam! Muri! Get me a lock on that thing, okay!?" he shouts over the klaxons.

They do that. And with style. With an equal helping of style, Rail threads the mini-DeepWater through an opening just large enough to fit it, swings the Mon Cal boat around, and throttles it forward toward the malcontented eel.

Lining up his shot, Rail looses another missile at the thing, impacting directly on the spot that the scales pulled away.

The panic attack had the ghostling quite rattled, he wasn't used to this! He could deal with people fine but giant slobbering monster fish octopus eel whatever the hell things this was he didn't know or care, it frightened him! Thus, it was rather hard to get himself to focus again, only when he heard his name being called did he try to catch his breath, struggling rather pointedly with it before finally pushing himself to a rather weak stand to look around, still shivering. Perhaps out of habit, he looked towards Muri for guidance. What was she doing right now? What /would/ she be doing right now? He didn't rightfully know enough to imagine. So instead he just did the best he could and tried to find the closest thing he could be helpful with.

No, this is actively a dangerous situation and Jehn has made many, many promises that she will refrain from blindly hurtling into such scenarios. As such, it's a good deal before Corr's call to retreat that Jehn is struggling her way back towards the sub. "Um morr uthefull onboard." She informs the rest of them swimming, but the sudden SCREECHING in her ears nearly sends her spinning. "THAPHIPHA-" 'Sapphira'? "THTOP PITHING OBB NATCHAH." Also, ouch. Even with Corr's help, appearing like a sodden angel nearby, Jehn, a human in the water, is about as useless as a fish on land. Really only good for eating at this point, that eel had the right idea. "Duh you tink thatth whatth cauthing da thlime?" The flailing pilot (not a biologist, barely a functioning human) asks Corr as they struggle toward the ship. Are they close?! They feel close.

"Actually, we---" Muri halts her dismal outlook suddenly to flash Rail an incredulous glance. Should she tell him about space slugs? She probably should, but not now. "Look, I...here." She hastily punches a few things after bringing up the targeting computer and jerks a lever. Maybe? Rail fires the torps and the ship doesn't blow, so yes. Both hands go up them to tug and twist and wriggle around in her second skin in attempts to loosen the zipper enough to gain a little air. Waaaaaaay under the sea. The flushed humanish woman seems not so far behind Eilam on that panic attack trail. But she remembers something. Elementary physics.

"Sound travels faster underwater than topside, yeah?" Those hands are on the move again, tweaking the comm system to project to the outside space - or in this case, the water. "Sorry," she mutters underbreath to those still outside the ship, then dicks around with the mic until an awful, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh pitched series of shrieks and warbles BOOMS through this would-be grave, seeking to disturb the pissy predators beyond. Or at least turn their stomachs.

Ayeeou is leaving as little current as possible, when she moves. Compared with the flailing rest, who are making very effective bait, she remains fairly unnoticed. Certainly not nearly as tempting as the ship or those outside it. Sure, she could be helping them better, but she can also take advantage of their distraction to learn as much as she can. She hears the call to return and looks towards the fracas for a moment. In time to see the missile loosed at the eel. She collects a bit more of the goo, but doesn't then head back to the others. Instead, she floats in place, quite still other than her tendrils, looking carefully around again. Those tendrils move this way and that with all the delicate sway of an anenome. Finally, her large eyes focus deeper into the tunnel, and she says quietly into her comm "Back there. We need to go deeper in for i-iiiieieee!" There's a startled shriek from their fishy friend. Not pain, just discomfort and surprise. "What the fuck???" Ehem.

The torpedo detonates directly on the injured spot of the eel's cheek, blasting a hole through its membrany cheek and spraying chunks of eel and weird sticky green blood all over the sub's windshield. The creature reels back, letting out its own keen of pain before it pitches forward to send another slick of that same slime vomiting up from its throat all over the coral cave wall.

"Back /WHAT?/" Corr yells into his comms as the high-pitched shrieking starts ripping through the water in nearly ultrasonic waves. It's like a dog whistle, and with the masks on, he barely hears it, but he's in the process of shoving Jehn back into the sub. "Back /there?!/" Pulling himself through, he turns to hold his hands out to Dosk and Sapphira, who are handily (heh) nearby. "Come on, get in. Yee, come on! We'll take the sub!"

Muri's plan may have pissed off their Nautolan, but it's sent the smaller fish scurrying too, and even the eel has begun a ponderous retreat back into the abyss from whence it came.

Dosk takes Corr's hand and is pulled in. Slamming his head on the hatch entry as he enters. "Thank you!" he yells as an arm raises to hold the top of his head, while taking his mask with an arm as another arm holds another arm that has been bitten pretty hard. Blood seeping through the hand that covers the wound. The Codru Ji is a bit dazed and breathing hard after the flailing around that he tried to pass off as swimming.

There's a long silence as Rail just sort of looks at Netep while she's rambling. So long, in fact, that he nearly careens the vessel into a rock formation.

"AHHHHH!" he shouts, pulling back on the yolk. He swings the ship back around and allows for the bulks of the Explorer's to board.

Once everyone's aboard, the pilot jams the throttle forward points the ship towards the cave.

That... that went pear shaped fast, but thankfully things have calmed down. Eilam wasn't sure how much Muri did or not but he totally trotted over and hugged her for good measure, because why not. "That was smart, I don't think I would have thought to do that. I don't... this is kind of my first time ever near water like this. Even where I was born, I know there was a lot of water, seas everywhere, but I was never allowed around it or even to explore. Only saw it once, so... this is... scary."

Netep isn't about to utter any apologies for the auditory assualt, because she is /muchly/ relieved to hear the splats of bodies flopping/crawling back inside. "Everyone alive?!" she calls over shoulder. Two shoulders, because Eilam is there with a hug. Muri freezes, half hunched still at the com system. "Yeah uh...it isn't exactly a good time," she sympathizes with the ghostling. "But the sun was nice and breeze lovely, so let's focus on helping Onasi here pilot us all back in one piece. Eventually. After we trespass deeper into this things lair."

Ayeeou glares briefly at the sub, that clearly being the source of the unpleasant tone, but who can argue with the results? With the eels no longer an issue, she turns to make her way back to them. "Head in. I'll meet you." she says. She makes it look so easy, too. Just smooth strokes and kicks that very quickly bring her towards the ship. No need to stop, as a few graceful and well-timed turns orient her just right to step back through that membrane as the ship passes her. Immediately, she says "Fortunately, I make house calls." Doctor humor, right? "Does anyone need urgent care?" she asks as she arranges her tendrils so they're resting comfortably.

The sub rolls smoothly back through the cave towards whatever Yee was sensing. "Could you look at Jehni'va?" Corr asks, nodding at the pilot who... well, she's still swollen and it looks like she passed out. "Think that pill didn't agree with her. And uh, anyone else who needs it. Speak up!" Then he drops himself into one of the chairs near the front to keep looking around.

As the craft rounds a bend in the tunnel, it becomes abruptly obvious to everyone but Dosk, who isn't looking very hard, what must be causing the coral-sickness. An un-exploded torpedo of some kind, ancient-looking and initially looking like just another chunk of the reef, with all the growth on its shape, has sprung a leak of corrosive looking green material that's solidified like a jet of insulation foam across its length.

"Jehn? Jehn, aw shit, this is the shrubbery's fault." Because drugs are the shrubbery guys. Get up wiht the times! Leaving Jehn to more capable hands, Sapphira almost falls against the dash as she begins to attempt to check the readings and get a standing for the ship's situation. She reports quickly, and with grave news. "It's radioactive!" she announces to the world and it's mother. "It's spiking off the charts. We've gotta move, this ship ain't meant to shield us from that!"

"I'm bleeding a lot over here" Dosk says holding one of his arms as blood flows down to his fingers. One of those damn fish got me out there" His voice is calm, and another arm produces a cigarra which he places in his mouth and merely chews on, while another arm takes his flask out and pours some on the wound before taking a swig. The news of the radioactivity causes him to look about, though he knews little of submersibles and so looks back to his wound.

"Well, look at that," Rail says, peering out of the viewport as he manuevers the ship. His attention is drawn to Sapphira as she makes her announcement. "Agreed. They can come take care of it," Rail assumes, before turning the vessel around. It's a tight fit, but Rail's a pretty alright pilot sometimes. He slowly pushes the throttle forward and the sub is on its way into open water once more.

"What is... radioactive? I don't think I've heard that phrase before, though it doesn't sound good." Eilam quickly moves away at that to let the smart people, other people, do thheir thing. He wasn't that useful on this excursion but really he didn't think he'd be. Eilam came to try and sight-see and now he's just... sick of the sea. Too scary.

While Rail pilots them away, Muri attempts a hasty repeat (or not!!!) of whatever she did prior that produced such beautiful music. Except the awful tone just cuts out after a loud POP and the read of further output goes blank. "Aw, frik," Netep sounds resigned to their fate, throwing up her hands and leaning away as Sapphira bowls in/over to get to the controls. Wet. So wet. The linguist slinks over the opposite arm of the chair and slips her small self between hull, sensors, and seating to just get out of the way and remove self from cockpit. "What's a little more mutation?" she mutters and takes survey of damage done to those Ayeeou is ministering to. "Hey, here," she snatches her discarded sarong off the seat it'd snagged on during the tossabout and offers it to the four-armed man to use as shitty, makeshift gauze in the meantime. "Silk. Absorbtive."

The one who passed out is the one who gets the doctor's attention first. Ayeeou grabs the medkit she left in here, and gets to work quickly and efficiently patching up the human female. She doesn't look even a little surprised that something radioactive is causing this, when it's announced. "Yes, the ick on the floor of the tunnel suggested radiation poisoning." she says as she continues to work on the injured. Once Jehni's tended, she shifts her attention to Dosk. Meanwhile, she leaves the getting out of here to those handling the ship.

"Agreed," Corr agrees, nodding at the other's assessment that it's time to get out. "They hired us to figure out what was wrong, not solve it, and we've done that. Take us out," he adds to Rail, who's already in the process of doing that. "I appreciate you all comin' out here, and helpin' out, 'specially you, doc," the man tells everyone, nodding at the Nautolan. "You were a big help. Let's go get topside and get paid." A pause, and he looks down at his feet and then around at the group. "And uh, you prob'ly want to see a doctor, we were awful close to that thing. Like. As soon as you can." Fun!

The return journey is uneventful, and the submersible docks, the report is made, and an expedition to recover the leaky torpedo is scheduled, but without our fearless adventurers. They're homeward bound, another job well done.