Log:Explorer's Guild: Deathly Howl-os

Explorer's Guild: Deathly Howl-os

OOC Date: March 16, 2018
Location: Bimmisaari
Participants: Explorer's Guild: Corr Waldin, Netep Muri, Siha Archer, Quentin Haslett, Fennix Lash, Yoska Lash, Eilam; with special guest stars, Aliraet and Sajin

BIMMISAARI.

Leaving the cone-shaped huts of the city behind, the Explorers head into the forests after a short speeder ride across the grasslands toward the monastary ruins. As they go, Corr explains some more of the details of the job while the Asaari trees wave their limbs around above them. "So what you got here is basically a brand of B'omarr monks, only these ones call themselves Nym'ridians, and they had a uh, guess you'd call it a difference of opinion. Stead-a pullin' their brains out of their bodies they just got crazy with their bodies instead, tryin' to make 'em better. Faster, stronger, that sorta thing." Nutty. "Anyway," he continues, stepping over a root and rounding a massive rock formation to view an old, decrepit monastary. Grey crumbling stone walls stand in rank disarray, crawled by moss, ivy, and lichen. There's a dryrotted old door partially hanging from its hinges in the front. "Looks like this is it. We're headed to the catacombs but keep your eyes out for artifacts the Nym-folk might've left behind." And just like that, he's headed in through the door.

The first room is a gathering place, stone pews lining the floor. Moss has formed natural cushions on the seats, and a podium at the front rises lonely and forlorn. The dank scent of wet dust fills the air, and scant light filters through the ivy hanging over the windows.

Ooh, genetic monstrosities. Yaaaaaay. Aliraet frowns inside her armored helmet, the Krayt dragon skull on the exterior making it seem her face is poking out between its jaws. "So anyone know what actually happened to these Nym-ridians, or is one of these 'and one day they were just gone' stories, where explorers who went in in search of them never came back again?" she murmurs, resting a hand on the hilt of her sword as she wanders into the first room cautiously.

"My guess is that was a very long time ago, judging from all the uh...rot." Muri almost trips over a mossy crumble of pew. "Are these artifacts for sale back to the locals, or up for grabs to the discerning collector?" Netep asks 'for a friend' or something. She's annoyingly close on Corr's heels this time, helmet currently off to let her face breathe a little fresh air before they go totally underground. All the ornaments and crap in her hair has been removed for sake of fitting the locks in her helmet, and it's been braided as close to her skull as she could manage.

"Right..." Comes Sajin's voice through the speaker in his armor's helmet. He follows behind the others, watching his step, hands on his hips. "But what exactly will constitute an artifact." Those who knows the Hapan underneath that Formfitter Power Armor would know him to be not so bright. He might think a rock is an artifact. Though, being a merc who just happened to see the post and not an actual member of the guild. Sometimes when you're dump and pretty, you should just stay that way. "Perhaps I should just keep and eye out." Yes... good muscle. Learning your own way in this dungeon crawl. He looks over to Aliraet and gives a shrug.

Plucking her way through the forest with the group Siha is not yet wearing her helmet, instead it's clasped to be belt on her right hip, the woman casting looks around the forest with a wary eye until they step into that room. She sticks back, somewhat, sword bouncing on one hip, her pistol on the other, "Pht, Nym'rods, more like it." So says Siha, the woman following behind Sajin because why not, "I dunno, but if it's just a shiny rock like the last trip I took this is gonna be a /bust/." Exhaling out she'll cross her arms over her armored chest, casting a look around the musty mossy room. Siha is ..not a scholar. She is literally here to cut stuff down. And by the looks of it it's all gonna be moss and roots. F. U. N.

"Fascinating," said the dubious looking scientist who had tagged along for the job. His name was Doctor Quentin Haslett and he was ambling along with a notebook out. He was taking notes. Notes. And presumably, considering he had been waving around a pen and paper earlier asking for people to donate their bodies to science, these notes weren't on the mission. He entered the monastery behind the party, sniffed once, and wrinkled his nose. "Preservation methods could stand to be improved." Always passing judgment.

He peered around the room, having supreme difficulty making out ANYTHING in this moderate light (Hapan night-blindness plus poor eyesight, oy), and sighed. "I cannot discern a thing in this murk. Recall the information I have provided to you," he advised, his voice authoritarian. This was a man used to being in charge. "You are looking for fine craftsmanship of varying devices upholding the nature of the Nym-ridian idiom. Fascinating people."

With Muri annoyingly on Corr's heels, it may be a surprise to find another being annoyingly close on hers. Fennix Lash, one of the newer recruits, is walking just behind Muri. He has his S1 armor on beneath his vest and coat, because damnit if you are going out somewhere, you still have to look good. He listens to the background information that Corr is laying down up there ahead of him, but really most of this is all far above his head. Instead of having anything of importance to add, he is looking down at the pooch his vest gives above his belly due to the armor worn underneath. He lets out a nasally whistle-whine before he says, "Ahhh, krif. I /knew/ this armor was going to make me look fat. Yossy lied to me, girlfriend." Looking down, he isn't really paying attention to where he is stepping, accidentally giving Muri the occasional flat tire as the toe of his loafers steps on the back of her heels.

Eilam being here was a surprise to even him, but the generic understanding he had of what was going to be taking place here gave him a little hope it wouldn't be so bad? Just exploring old ruins, right? Looking for relics... right? Well, he was along with the rest, though as he had a habit of doing, staying slightly closer towards Muri than others. Mostly because he knew her more than the rest and thought if push came to shove she /might/ try and protect him. ...might.

Never can tell.

Not to mention he also had a breathing aparatus with him in his satchel just in case there was any more strange spores here. "I am not aware of anything about them. I do have some books on religion but I had not thought to read up on them. Perhaps I should have." Stepping down into the somewhat odd smelling place, though, did leave him to pause and look around. "Maybe we should pull out lights? Or do you think there may be beasts here that do not like light?"

"Oh, right," Corr remembers suddenly, shaking his head like this last factoid totally slipped his mind. "We're technically here to recover some wine the monks made here," see, this is a safe mission, "and the last group the contractor hired was brutally murdered." Turning to look over his shoulder, the handsome man they've followed into these ruins gives everyone a reassuring smile. "But I'm sure we'll be fine."

It is indeed dark, and he activates a light and clips it to his belt next to his canteen, the one that's still considered new. Glancing around, he paces past the first few rows towards the podium, peering around. "Anyone see anything looks like it's goin' down into the catacombs? That's where they kept the wine."

The Devaronian in the armored flight suit frowns as she reaches up to flip on her helmet light, glancing around...though it all looks pretty much the same to her. Rot everywhere. Of course, it's a bit harder to look around in a helmet, but then she's breathing filtered air and less likely to inhale hallucinagenic spores or something. "Nothing here..." she calls back absently as she prowls forward. "Maybe hidden?"

Ah, so comforting. Netep may die here with a Lash on her heels. She's grateful for the protective suit and does her best to ignore the furry shadow while fumbling with the taclight on her pistol and...light! She braves the creepy factor enough to venture off by a few meters, sweeping the floor, pews, wall, floor with the beam as it goes. After a little while of spying just motes of dust and maybe those hallucinogenic fungal spores, she spies with her nerdy eyes...

"Door! Er...floor hatch. Maybe?" Netep drops to a crouch somewhere up a side aisle and runs her fingers over a corroded, metal ring.

As Q has issues with seeing and also being the only other Hapan in the group, it could be deduced that this is the reason Sajin has his helmet on already even out in the wilds before they arrived. His own headlamp comes on, attached to his helm, as the tracking system cycles through enhanced thermal and night visions. "Herm..." The Hapan mumbles, looking to the door to the right. He pauses then points with one hand, patting Siha's shoulder with the other. "Hey... Siha. Look, a dead body... maybe there's something shiny on 'em." No respect for the dead, he really was spending too much time with Hex and the others. Then again, the depravity started a long time ago for him. "Poke it with a stick, make sure it ant a zombie."

Muri's crouching at a 'door' on the left, fyi. >.<

SNNKKT. Chhsst. Siha sneezes, nostrils flaring a bit as she tries to keep another spore laden sneeze from escaping her, one eye partially closing. Oh. Oh. No. No ..she's ..she's okay. Clearing her throat she takes that as a cue to unlatch her helmet, popping it around with a little toss to her front, both hands clasping it to pop it on, twisting in into place, the helmet coming to life within. The night vision comes to life, though the lights starting to be flashed kind of mess with things. It's all good though, her right hand touching the wrist unit on her left forearm, music set in place at a quiet level for the time being, though Sajin's words have her popping her helmeted head up, eyebrows lifting within the confines of her helmet, a low chuckle ripping from her throat, "Oh no way ...murder body .." Striding to said body Siha will drop down, venturing out with a gloved hand to poke the murder body in the cheek. Poke. Poke. She could have used her sword but ..you know. More dangerous this way, "Naw, I think it's just a plain ol' murder body. HEY CORR." Called, "We got one of your murder bodies here!" ..A glance to Sajin, her head tilting just a smidgen more to indicate, you know, to help her pilfer said body.

Okay forget being metaphorically blind. As the room got darker, Quentin was literally blind. Any attempt to notice anything in the room was met with gloom, so, Q being Q, he didn't even bother trying. All the tac-lights darting around the room didn't help. They just made the gloom gloomier. "Absurd," he murmured to himself. Why couldn't these old monks have the decency to leave the lights on before they left? It was only polite. "Recall, those of you with eyes, you are looking for items of superb quality, clearly the work of a fine artisan," he explained, either not knowing or not caring that no one else here was unlikely to pick up on what was high quality or not. "Forget the bodies. They mean nothing." Apathy is just a wonderful thing, ain't it?

"..."

Eilam just stares. "Why can this not just be us exploring some old ruins?" A soft whine escapes the Ghostling and he simply enough turns right away from the right doorway, wanting nothing to do with that and instead walking over towards the left-side door to look at it. "The bodies mean we should not go that way. Or he stepped in a trap?" Speaking of traps, Eilam pulled out his saber and flicked it on, the white light illuminating the area as he started slowly moving it, using it like a giant stunny flashlight to hover over things and start looking for something that might give an indication.

The Ryn, for at the moment there was still only one of them whines again as they step into the dark of the building. Murdering monks? Probably a good time to lower one's voice, but Fennix doesn't get that memo. "It's so dark in here," he whines, a little whistle escaping his perforated Ryn nose. "Someone look for the lightswitch. That should be our number one priority," Fennix says, the authority in his voice sounding like he believes himself to be Corr's number two man in charge. He reaches for the flashlight, the device looking FAR too pricey for him to have afforded on his own... The expensive light is turned over in his hands, the Ryn fumbling with it in a way that shows he clearly did /not/ read the owner's manual. There is a faint clicking as the light blazes into life, and then an agonized yell from Fennix as the blinding white light blasts directly into those golden eyes. "AHHHHH! MY EYES! MURI, HELP ME!" His hands go up to cover his eyes, flashlight turned outward as he spins in place, stumbling about in a way that places the others in danger of having his light shined in THEIR eyes. His foot catches a piece of crumbly rock and falls.... right atop the body that may or may not be a zombie.

Did you know there is not just ONE horrifying space-trash vagabond here? There are TWO? You didn't just get Fennix, you got the two-fer, cause Yoska's been trailing along as well. He spent some time fixing his eyeliner with a small compact mirror and tripping over stuff, but he's ON TASK now, and the younger, skinnier Ryn pipes up, "Hey, I found a dead guy." The dead guy is near a door to the right, and Yoska is already crouched down, pilfering through the corpse's pockets. "I foooooound..... 3 credits, a key card, and a folded nudie photo." He's sitting back on his haunches, knees drawn up to his chest, tail happily twitching. He speaks up to comment to Quentin, "Speak for yourself, science man! I already found treasure!"

Glancing over towards the corpse that the group has found and looted with alarming vigor, Corr raises his eyebrows. "Just one? Huh, I guess the rest got further. Or like, made it out?" None of them made it out. "Don't be lookin' at that picture all night, Yoska," he calls, angling to the left for that trapdoor. "I agree with Eilam. We gotta go down anyway, trap door goes down." Latching onto the ring, he heaves upright, but nothing happens. Setting his feet, he heaves again, but again no movement. "Alright, we gotta outsmart this damn trapdoor," he announces, dropping the ring and giving it a kick. Ow. "Any ideas?"

Aliraet pouts. "I left my explosives on the ship." she says with a sigh, walking over to take a look at it, then runs her fingers along the edge, then moves to let someone else get to it. "Maybe one of you big, strong boys can get this?" she purrs absently, resting a hand on her hip, her eyes flicking to Siha. "Or her.." She COULD just pull on it, but, well, she doesn't see anything that looks like a lever and she's quite happy to let someone else do the grunt work.

Muri keeps shining the light on it awkwardly with one hand, which means it periodically wags here and there, while freeing her helmet from her waist. "I didn't see any fancy puzzle to get it open, so unless it's locked from the inside..." she shrugs and holsters the pistol in favor of getting her helmet squished on. While locking and sealing things into place, she casts a suspicious look aside to what the Lash brothers are doing on the other side of this reflection hall. Corpse looting? Eh. Ya can't take it with ya, when ya die!

Sajin frowns as he turns to help Siha pilfer but is disappointed when he finds ANOTHER Ryn there already taking care of the deed. As he produces the nudie photos he reaches forwards and takes it from him, "Gimme that..." He flicks it and looks over it. Chuckling he shows it to Siha, "Looks like you a little." He gives it to her before continuing back out to where the trapt door is. He looks over the situation, "Well... we could blow it up?" Explosions were cool, right? Maybe not the smartest idea in a structurally unstable and closed environment. Though as Aliraet informs she forgot the boom stuff he puts his hands on his hips and frowns. "Now what?" Stand there and look pretty, that's right.

"What the ..." Siha says through her helmet, voice synthesized, gloved hand snaking out to take that picture, "Oh my god, that assho- No. Way. NO WAY." A turn back to the corpse, Siha pocketing that Nudie photo with a crumple in behind her chest plate, the corpse given a kick in the ankle, a bone cracking, "E chu ta." Sworn in Huttese, a deep sniff taken just in time for Aliraet to give her a look, "It's rancor week for me, so I have the strength of like ..twenty baby Rancor." Rolling her shoulders back a few vertebrae pop, ribs sorting around to also give a few cracks, a snap of her sternum as she arches back, arms reaching over her head. A good pulling motion requires limberness in the muscles, "Lemme give it a go. Big strong boys .." Snortingly, Siha nudging her way past Corr, "Move, I've been doing squats, I got like, intense butt muscles now." Vox'd voice is filtered out, so the pride in her voice is so not evident, but it's there. Squating down she'll grab the ring in her hands and with a thrust up ...FWAAAAHHH! The door lifts open like it was no thing for her, and topples over backwards with a thud, a heavy smashing noise kicking up dust and mould, moss scattering and a womprat scurrying with a squeak from it's hiding spot within the wall, "Oof." Dust. Dust. Hands are wiped on her thighs, "That was actually kinda light." A side eye to Corr. Wuss.

Quentin Haslett SIGHED. "Use a lever," he grumbled out, looking around utterly pointlessly for a long hard rod (no jokes pls) right before the crazy muscled Mandalorian borderline ripped it from its hinges. Huh. "Or use brawn. The result is identical." It was always good to have big strong folks around to obey orders, lift heavy things, and serve as meatshields. Note to self: Hire an assistant for the lab.

He leaned over to Sajin, the only one here with whom he had any familiarity (Hapan bros yo) and murmured, "See, this is what the help is for." He nodded once, sharply, to underscore his point. "Now then, our stronger individuals," he resumed in his authoritarian voice, "please clear out the trapdoor below. My shoes are too expensive to become damaged. It's unsightly."

Fennix rolls around atop the body as Yoska rifles through it's pockets, moaning in lament about his injured peepers. He finally manages to make it onto his hands and knees, and the first thing he does is crawl toward Yoska's voice. "Did you say nudie photo?" he asks his brother, blinking rapidly as he tries to get his vision to return. "I can't even see it!" he mutters, his eyes widening as far as they can. The mention of a task needing to be done, especially upon realizing that it is a feat of strength, has Fennix climbing to his feet and shuffling over toward the trap door. "Outta the way, Corrl. Let me show you how this is done," he says with a sense of bravado, spitting into his hands and rubbing them together. He gives Muri a wink and a little... pitiful... bicep flex before he reaches down with both hands to grip the door, having stepped in beside Siha. His knees bend and he pulls as hard as he possibly can, hissing out as his face contorts, spit blowing from between his sharp little teeth as he tugs. His eyes are bugging out dangerously and he looks like he may be in danger of blowing out an O-ring as the door starts to move. There is the terrible sound of fabric tearing as the ass of his pants splits, leaving his tail waggling about in the air like a snake before the door finally flies up. "Yeah," he says along with Siha, winded putting it lightly. He puts a hand to his lower abdomen and sinks to a knee saying, "See, Corrl. It was nothing."

Reaching into his satchel, Eilam starts to pull out the pieces of his durasteel staff. Quentin should recognize it given he was the one who modded it! "Perhaps we can use... this?" Idly working with one hand, he snaps the pieces back together only to realize the grunting and metallic sounds mean... it's open? Eilam did look towards Quentin though and nod, "A lever would have been nice. Maybe put this on a rock and try to wedge it against there/lift it up somehow. Oh well, future use."

When one is chronically weak, you find inventive ways to apply your limited force.

"Not all night, okay. Just some of the night," Yoska promises Corr, staring happily at the nudie photo, at least he is until Sajin plucks it away. There is a tweet of sadness and disappointment. And whining. "Why you gotta be that way, maaaaan?" He's not going to try to fight a guy in power armor for the picture though, so he gives up and goes to help ('help') open the heavy trap door. "Oh nooooo. All the time I've spent at the GYM has been my UNDOING as I now have delayed-onset muscle soreness and cannot assist to the full capacity of my beast-like, raw animal streng-- aw what, I think I had combat stims for this. FIXY! You want some drugs?" he hells at his brother, then, "Aw, your pants are busted, now the rest of us need drugs."

"Good teamwork," Corr compliments the idiots getting in Siha's way, and once the trapdoor is open, he spares no time sticking his face down in it. "There's a ladder," he announces, as the scent of the catacombs comes wafting up into the meeting room. It smells... like... well, death. It's like a library mixed with bleu cheese. Immediately, he clambers down the ladder, leading the way into the darksome gloaming below, and his voice wells up from beneath. "Come on! Nothin's killed me yet, it's safe!"

Aliraet rolls her eyes in her helmet, but walks over to peer down. "...yet." she mutters, then starts descending as well, carefully flipping herself down to set her toes on the rungs, before she starts to descend after Corr. "...hope this latter holds out." she murmurs. Well, if she falls, she'll have Corr there to break her fall perfectly. He looks relatively soft to land on.

Muri gives Siha and Fennix plenty of space as they open the door and shoots a look across to the Hapan complaining about dirtying his shoes. "You've no obligation to go down this ladder," she notes once Corr's made it (so far) without being eaten or murdered, "if you're concerned about your wardrobe. This isn't some hoity toity art gallery." And on that note, she hops over the side after Aliraet and shimmies her way down like it's just some ship's hold. Except it's not!

Once down, she toggles the nightvision setting on her visor and brings the blaster back into hand...just in case. "These are definitely the catacombs," Muri says through the com in her helmet, backstepping away from a vault of bones to turn around and GASP! More recent death. And..."Hey is it just my nerves, or did...is something down here still moving?" Better adjust the settings, just to be sure.

Sajin leans in to the whisper Q gives him, pausing there a moment before turning his head to look to him. There is no expression to read on his helmet. Maybe he was confused by the statement... no there was no maybe, he was absolutely confused. Though, Siha bending down and using her raw strength distracts him. "Oh..." A glance to Yoska as he takes out his pistol in order to shoot anything that may or may not come flying out and of course clear the room with the others. "Hey man, I'm just protecting the honor of her sweet gluts..." Sajin says pointing to Siha as she lifts the door 'with help' from others. He looks on in admiration for her raw physical ability, giving her a hi-five and such before heading down the ladder into the now opened corridor with Corr. "Oh cool, Siha, More Murder Bodies... say, do you think they all got your photo?" This was acutally Siha's secret body dump for all her ex-boyfriends. Despite his banter with his Mandalorian Cohort, he was professional in his movements and moved in to clear and search the room more. "Morbid..." He comments in wonder. "Wine... wine..." He focuses himself. He stops as he sees movement, holding up a hand to any behind him indicating they should stop as well. "Anyone else see something move?" He asks. "Good, I'm not the only one." He says to Muri.

Siha Archer glances to Yoska and Fennix, Yoska immediately noticed, though she obviously turned a blind eye to him previous, "Hey, Yossska ..That 'erb y'gave me." Yoska might not recognize Siha as she's in full beskar'gam, and it's very likely he may mistake her for someone else ENTIRELY, "Sooo ...so good." Complimenting the Ryn, Siha paying no mind to the other Ryn after getting an eyefull of his backside as she pulled that door up and open. Not bad for a chick who weighs less than the heavy slab of rock. Turning around she lifts up her gloved hand and hi-5s Sajin back before he heads down below, cocky grin worn beneath her helmet. Wait. IS THIS HER DUMP SITE? Hearing Sajin from down below she peeks over the edge of the trap door, peering down, "Uh, no, like, I think ..only like two or three dudes ..and maybe ..two chicks ..got those." You know, because she's discernin'. But, it's enough to push Siha to join the rest, woman moving to descend down the ladder as well, sliding down in a similar way to Muri, heavy boots hitting the dust ground as she hops off the ladder. She sees /nothing/, but it doesn't stop her left hand from going to the hilt of her katana just in case, moving in closer to Sajin, "What. What're you guys seeing." Vox whisper. Share.

Unconsciously emulating the one woman who had been able to out-talk him that one time, Quentin groaned, "UGH." Death smell. His nose crinkled! Yick! His shoes were going to get dirty! "Safe!" Q's Associate Degree in Behavioural Science it was safe! "Now look here, Waldin!" he exclaimed at great volume down the trap-door hole. "I was under the understanding we would be doing research and catalogue of valuable artifacts for scientific study!" Man, his voice got shrill when he was angry. The thick wild hair did not help at making him look sane, which to no-one's surprise was something he struggled with daily. "Not gallivanting on some fool crusade around corpses with organs long since dessicated!" Priorities, yo. Which might honestly explain some events that took place on Nar Shaddaa a week ago. STILL. "And another thing! Since..." and it was at that point that Q noticed that everyone else was clambering down the trap door ladder. Ugh. Why. Why, you people, why. Were you all mad? All crazy? All jacked up on some crazy fool idea?! "Oh to sithspawn with it!" he yelled, one final complaint as he threw his hands in the air and started climbing down the hole.

THE SMELL GOT WORSE. Who in their right mind could let off that much foul odour and not be called Sar Yavok? He stumbled about in the dark, making out the shapes of... "There are an awful lot of bones down here," he murmured, his voice nasally because of course he was clamping his nose shut between two fingers, and using his other hand to hold his glasses in place. He stepped forward, scanning the room in what little way he could, before his foot clipped something. Something not bonelike. Hm. He bent over and picked up the small cube like object and peered at it in interest. Smell forgotten, he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose to examine it closer. "Interesting."

"Huh?" Fennix says as he pushes himself back up to his feet, looking blankly at Yoska as his brother says something about his pants. "What's that about my pants?" He turns his head and peers over his shoulder, trying to get a look at his butt. He can't see it so he begins to turn, trying to get a better angle, spinning around in circles for a moment. He stops, head wobbling dizzily before he says, "My pants aren't busted. But yeah, what kind of drugs do you have?" Once it's his turn, he hops onto the ladder and begins to climb down, busted pants leading the way as he calls out, "Hey, Girlfriend... is it drafty down here?"

"Oh, I know, Doctor, I know. I complained about similar several days past, really. Suggested we explore a little more and stop taking such dangerous missions. I thought this was a step in the right direction!" though Eilam adds, "I am beginning to think it was not. Too many dead bodies. Maybe we can work together at some later point to pick out places that are less harmful to health for research, together?" Shameless self promotion. Eilam was totally a business type and had worked in trading for long enough now that he'd gotten into the habit.

Even if it might feel a little like competing interests, Corr had already gone down the hole. Which knowing his luck meant something was about to come up from behind and try to eat him.

Eilam turned and held out his stunsaber as if looking, but saw nothng, and eventually slid down after the rest to climb down. "Maybe we should try and wedge this entryway down open or prevent it from being closed again? If someone who knows how to do that can maybe screw up one of the hinges or something that lets it be opened?

Finally down properly, though, Eilam raises the stunsaber again and starts to look around the smell made him gag a little, reaching into his satchel to pull out the breathing mask and air tube that came with it. But as he was looking around, he found... something? A small statue that he picked up after strapping the mask onto his head and started to look at in the light of the saber. "This... kind of looks like a fertility thing. But are these not catacombs? Why would there be something to do with giving birth here... where the dead are stored?"

Yoska Lash follows along with the group, and puffs up proudly as someone knows him and complimented his herb. He's not even asking who this is in the armor. "Top shelf, like I said, ya feel me?" he agrees with Siha. Then they go down the ladder, and Yoyo sticks close to Fennix, grabbing hold of his brother's tail and trailing along behind. "Don't worry about your pants. You're great. You look great. I can't see anything now, but I can just hand you some pills and you can hope for the best, if you want. OOH, a FERTILITY THING!" He sneezes at the bad smells down here, three times, but is otherwise undeterred. "Do we need to sacrifice a virgin?! Cause we got Fennix. Hahaha."

Down in the trapdoor to the catacombs everyone goes, and as eyes adjust and lights gradually flood the area with light pollution, it gets bright enough to see a little bit, at least, in a small radius around the group. The area is a large chamber, at least as large as the gathering room above, and the walls are lined with vaulted insets filled with stacked skulls and carefully organized bones. Corr wrinkles his nose, but he's not sneezing (yet), too busy looking around like the others. "Somethin' moving?" he asks, since that was mentioned, cautiously drawing the pistol on his thigh and peering into the far shadows in across the chamber. "We're lookin' for a different chamber than this, that's all I know. We want wine. Muri, look for carvings that might give direction and tell us somethin' about what in the hell happene-"

A guttural shriek echoes against the walls, accompanied by two long, wailing howls. From the darkness emerge a trio of twisted figures, two of them tall, thin, and lean, and the third a bad mama jamma towering over seven feet tall. All three share a strong resemblance, varying mostly in size, and have a sort of simian bearing as they prowl into view, staring down the intruders.

There's a soft hiss as Aliraet's vibrosword clears its scabbard and hums to life as she brings it up in a guard position. "Oh look. We found the monks. Or what's left of them." she says, flicking her eyes between the trio. For now, she remains where she is as to not foul the line of fire for those who already have their blasters out.If they get closer, she'll be ready though.

"Your ass is showing," Fennix's /not/ girlfriend hisses in response to his query. Netep feels the prickling of goosebumps but it's more due to nerves than actual draft, considering her suit is sealed! Taking a few shuffled steps back to see what it is Eilam's found, she peers curiously through the faint glow illuminating her fishbowled face. "In many cultures, life is considered a circle, meaning that birth and death could easily reside on the same point. Begins where it ends and flip roundsies." Her right index finger circles 'round some musty air while left is loosely resting near the pistol's trigger. Buuuuut enough about sex and snuffing it, Corr's given his order! "Yeah, I'll---" A kinda shrill shriek finishes that sentence in echo of the monstrous trio's. It's short, it's to the point, and she's managed to stay on her feet despite the startle backward. The idea of separating from the crowd is scary, but the idea of sticking /with/ a crowd who is going to be confronting these things seems worse, so...she's going to do her job. "Eilam," she grabs at the ghostling's arm before he has a chance to fly back of the ladder. "Come with me!

Sajin narrows his brows as he concentrates on the screen in front of him. Well, the HUD as it were. The shrieking and howling from the mutated beings doesn't seem to bother him. "Oh hell..." He says to himself, looking over the bigger one. "Every body back up the ladder!" He says as he lets two bolts fly towards the more threatening looking monstrosity. At least one of his heavy bolts hits center mass.

"Oh my goddesses, you guys are so bloody whiny." Siha says of Quentin and Eiliam, "Some of the best bloody finds have been on dangerous missions to places people wouldn't /go/ normally because of the danger, allowing revelations that would have gone /untouched/ for an eon to find air." She pontificats with her right hand up in the air, shaking it with annoyance as she gestures around. Wait. She's supposed to not be speaking in anything other than monosyllabic words. So she'll grunt, the smuggler playing the part of a Mandalorian, see. Because if there is anything Siha /is/, it's not Mandalorian. But the armor gives her street cred. A glance then to Eiliam as he finds some small thing, her head canting towards him as if saying 'see'. But, the whole reason why Siha is here, muscle, comes to fruition, the smuggler snapping her sword out, the katana sliding out with a deadly hiss. And ...she rushes forwards, letting out a hiss, intending on attacking said wraiths. Or whatever they are.

The ear-splitting roar caused Quentin's head to perk up. "Hm?" he asked no one in particular, trying to see through the din at what was going on, and eventually saw the interlopers. Actually, correction, these were natives. It was Q and Servants that were interlopers. Yes. Well, let the meatshields have their fun. He pocketed the small interesting cube, it was his now, and with that he turned back towards the ladder. He was going to need a long shower after this debacle!

At the terrible screeching howl from the... beast monks, Fennix turns around to stare at the monsters. "What the-?" he says in a high pitched whistle. He looks to Yoska and says, "The drugs! Give me the drugs!" Snatching up the mystery pills, he slaps them to his mouth and swallows them before letting out a kind of snarl-yell thing and slapping himself on either side of the face while he slides his feet on the floor like a bull. With that, he takes off charging for one of the smaller enemies, screaming out, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE MESSING WITH! I'M FENNIX MOTHER-KRIFFING LASH!" He leaps through the air and starts into some imagined form of martial arts, swinging his hand across in a open handed karate job at the monster's hip.

"By that logic, you should just go jump into the lava on Mustafar, because surely underneath all that lava there's some good ore to mine!" Eilam countered back towards Siha. "Is it really whiney to want a peaceful excursion for once?" He didn't think it was whiney. In fact he thought it was quite reasonable. Though the sudden noise and movement, which he wasn't paying attention to, caused him to jump and start to move towards the ladder indeed. But Muri cut him off, the Ghostling frowning at her.

Hesitation was written all over him though he whined and went along with Muri's request even if it wasn't really want he wanted.

You know how you shouldn't bring a knife to a gun fight? You probably shouldn't bring a knife to a catacomb fight either, but that's all Yoska's got, so he plucks his knife off his belt and brandishes it as he steps in front of Fennix. "My plan is to let all the rest of them handle this, ya feel me?" he asks his brother, then adds, "But since you're /even more/ worthless than I am, I will defend your fat ass, ok, I will do that for you. If I have to. And if I die I want you to know that I still don't forgive you for the time you left me on Kessel, or the time your girlfriend on Ord Mantell gave me crotch fleas... oh uh I've been meaning to tell you I got with her?... and I do forgive you for all the times you made me try the moonshine to see if it was fatal, and the time you pawned my bed to buy tubing for the still. It's been fun, Fixy, it really has." Then there goes Fennix charging off, stealing his drugs, yelling, slap-fighting monsters, and Yoska just shrugs in an exasperated way and whines, "Or we could do that!"

The trio of 'monks' that have gone a bit more monk-ey (ha!), genetically and physically modified as they are to be more terrifying, including claws, tails for balance, and a mouthful of filed, razor-sharp teeth, advance on the group of explorers. Siha is the first to charge them directly, attacking one of the leaner monsters, and followed closely by Fennix, who tries to intimidate them into submission and fails. Still, the smack he delivers to one of the other thin ones has it stumbling back for a moment. The big mama monk monster takes a hit from Sajin, and between the power armor and the fact that he shot him, identifies him as A Threat, advancing on the Hapan with a high-pitched howl and a brutal swing of its ferocious claws, slavering jaw slinging flecks of spittle at his helmet visor. Corr takes the opportunity ol' Fixy has provided to blast that one half to hell, taking a chunk out of its torso and knocking it flat. "Get the big one!" he yells to the group, as if it needs saying.

Deeper in the halls, other howls begin to wail. "We gotta move fast or we're gonna be in trouble! I'm not leavin' without that wine!"

She'd be lying, Aliraet thinks, if she didn't fully expect to run into genetically enhanced monstrosities down here. Really, it's just asking for trouble, poking into an ancient abandoned monastary that was full of them. Then again, there IS the plunder, she notes to herself as she steps forward, lunging as the big guy comes closer and....she is....distracted. By the might of Fennix' charge. And, well, she misses as she doubletakes a bit.

"Siha you have crotch fleas! You should see Eevy!" Sajin says, some how confusing Yoska's previous statement with the current one to the now drug crazed Fennix about his girlfriend having though her being refered to as such. If that makes any sense. Well it did to Sajin but Sajin was also dumber than rocks. He watches the (non)Mando cleave her way right through one of the monstrosity and pauses to reflect and admire such finesse with a weapon. Infact it distracts him so much he gets sent flying clear across the room from the remaining mutated things attack, smashing against the far wall, dust and dirt rising and swirling around him as he slumps. That's what he gets for playing hero. He whimpers, focusing a moment as his HUD flickers back to life, raising his pistol and sends two more bolts in the direction of Mama Jamma. "Siha... Siha..." He gorans, "I think I broke my back..."

Run, run, run! Fennix /may/ have climbed a third of a rung of the respect ladder in Netep's mind (from the negative rungs within bowels of the earth) but she isn't going to stick around and watch his attack play out, so as the howls of angry monks and wounded Sajins rebound off the walls, she's fleeing into the darkness with Eilam. It's a little disorienting, scanning the walls, floor, every alcove blurring by all the while expecting something terrifying to pop out at you...but she's on a mission and the thought of monies earned should they succeed keep the little wanderer persisting on with the task. It's hard to tell if they're getting further away from the action or if they've just run in a circle, the way that sound vaults off the walls in here.

And then she spots it! Another door. Muri practically hugs it, feeling and scanning all over for any symbolic etchings or you know, a handle! Gloved hands rub away some moldy dust to reveal what appears to be a pretty blatant carving of a cask and some lettering she can't read. "Give me a hand!" she orders her accomplice in attempts to shoulder/grope her way in. "Waldin! Wine!! I think?!"

"We aren't mining, you twat." Siha gasps out as she swings her sword wide, "What kind of conflated idiotic logic is that comparing exploring /ruins/ to .." HIYA. SWOOSH, that wide swing bringing her in full throttle with the sword at one of the wraiths, "...Bloody ...playing with rocks." Said as her sword slices through the wraith, or whatever it is, like butter, bringing it down and only just noticing as Sajin gets BATTED across the room, "SAJIN!!" Siha screams, completely forgiving him for the space fleas comment, the woman becoming enraged, like, incredibly so at seeing the Hapan crumpled on the floor, his whimper absolutely crushing her heart into tiny pieces that alight in pure anger. The Big Mama beast gets a feral yell from Siha (She may not be Mandalorian yet, but she's certainly aiming to fit the role) who charges the beast and it's terrifying maw, blood lust pushing back all fear she might have normally felt in similar circumstances had Sajin not been culled down. Her sword is brought in below the beasts jaw, Siha ripping open that throat and sending spurts of near black blood pouring over her, her stance one that has her right foot forwards, the left one slid far back behind her, blood sweeping off her blade as it complete's it's journey to her right thigh.

As soon as the blade complete's it's arc Siha is dropping it, the blade clattering in a pool of blood as she's twisting around reflexively so she can RUN to Sajins' side, skidding over the musty stone flooring in to his side, carefully cradling him as gently as she can, "Hey, hey .." Murmured to him through her helmet, "Shavit ...I am going to pay for the best ..bloody blasted spine to fix you up, okay buddy?" Whispered to the Hapan, "All my creds, yours, ok?" Her breathing comes heavily, with panic, her head turning to scream through her helmet, "Is ANYONE a medic, shavit ..Sajin, I'm gonna carry you outta here buddy, okay?"

WHUMPH! The power armored form of the other Hapan in the room collided with the far wall right as the retreating Doctor Q was getting the fruitcake out of there. Serendipity! "Oh goodness me, meatshields are supposed to stay at the front!" he hissed in annoyance and stopped his rapid retreat from the raging roughnecks rampaging in the distance. He stopped and knelt down next to the stricken power armored maniac shortly before the other power armored maniac just bloody SCREAMED in his ear! "Silence!" he demanded! Luckily, he had a small medkit tucked into his coat. "You, boy, are very lucky you're in the presence of real talent." And with that, he tried to find a way to actually get into the man's armor to assess his wounds. "Though I daresay I need a can opener."

Fennix is a crazed beast, though whether it is from the drugs acting that quickly or perhaps he has just psyched him up that much before launching into combat is anyone's guess. He laughs wildly as the beast stumbles back from his karate chop, then even more when it's chest explodes. "Yeah! Delayed reaction!" he yells out in victory, standing over the fallen monster like the conqueror he is. His hands go up and then come down in a crotch chop down to the beast. "Yeah, yeah!" he says with a second crotch chop, leaping upward and attempting to do the air splits... poorly. As Siha screams out, he turns around and gasps as he sees the fallen teammate. He runs across the short distance to where Sajin is and slides to his knees right beside Quentin. He pats the pockets of his coat, his motions ever slowing as whatever pills Yoska "gave" him start to effect him. Pulling his hand out, he holds up two little blue pills and says, "Herrrrr, Duck. Theth are pan pillth. Thtollum frum mah brudder." He looks up to Quentin and Siha, attempting to smile but his face has gone suddenly droopy and numb, a long string of drool running across his chin.

"I don't like this idea, we should wait until things are safer to do this!" Though half pulled as he was, at this point, Eilam made no effort to un-pull so much as keep up and try not to get pulled off balance. Which was easier than not, ex-dancer, great dexterity and all. But, suddenly a door and Eilam was tasked with figuring out something, anything. But truth told, he was far too distracted with the chaos going on behind them to really focus, and it showed! Even as he started trying to use the light of the stunsaber to look around for things, nothing really came to mind.

His attention was just elsewhere.

"We've talked about this! We've TALKED about this. I literally can't even with you," Yoska informs Fennix, flailing his ringed hands in all kinds of distress. "You can't just steal random pills and take them all at the same time! There are all kinds of reasons not to! Like how you just cost me several hundred credits. And probably other reasons." Fennix starts slurring his speech. "Like THAT happens." He admits somewhat petulantly, "...those ones are pain pills though." He was right about that! Since Fennix isn't dead, at least not immediately, he scampers back towards Muri. "What is it, Dr. Girlfriend?! Oh. Yay! A keg."

Muri calls about wine, and seeing that Sajin is under the care of the good (lol) doctor and Fennix, Corr heads that way towards the side chamber, bringing the light on his belt with him, and lo, there were several kegs, and amongst them, a pot, made from the wood of the native Asaari trees and carved with all manner of imagery, most of it easily recognizable as arms, legs, kidneys, and so on. "Reckon you're supposed to drink it out of this," the leader reasons, swinging his pack off his back, reaching down and plucking up the bowl-like pot, and shoving it in. The howls echoing in the hallways are starting to get closer. Collecting a small tun under each arm, he glances around at the other barrels, but they're too big for ladders. "This'll have to do. Let's get out of here! Back to the ladder, everyone! Get Sajin up it first!"

Well, at least something good came out of it...they got the stuff. And she wasn't hurt. Not a bad day! I mean, she did get some blood splatter from Sajin as he was horribly mauled, but she's pretty sure it'll wash out. "I'll cover you if you carry him." she says, sheathing her sword and drawling the large blaster pistol at her thigh. "But moving quickly would be nice....that ladder will slow us down."

"I am NOT his girlfriend," Netep pauses in her rifling around the nooks and crannies to poke a finger into the younger Ryn's chest. "Also...I never pursued that degree." So there. Something small gets lifted off the floor and tucked into her own pack when Corr comes lumbering through to check out the goods. She hovers around anxiously, trying to decide her odds of hauling a keg herself up that ladder. "Can we keep one and deliver the other? Buyer won't know what we were or were not able to retrieve! Can be a...a service tax!" Because she can't carry one of those herself up the ladder, she decides. Of course, there is a chance this wine will taste more vinegary than vinegar, but one's tongue can't know til it's tried!

Sajin sighs with relief as the beast is at last defeated. He's slightly surprised at Siha's reaction to his fall, turning to her as she kneels before him. "All your credits. Can... can we buy a resturant like Hex and Kasia then? That'd be pretty sweet. I can eat all the patty-melts I want..." He might be a little delerious but he's also just that single minded. A hand reaches out to give Siha's a squeeze and then his helmeted hed turns to Q. "If you can get me walking and on my feet even if temporary. We'll be okay." He says in a bit of a serious tone. He'll still probably need Siha's help at the least to get out and back to his ship. "The pain pills might help, yeah." He looks to Siha, "The Doc needs under my armor... the release is..." He motions down towards his groin. AWKWARD! Either way, once all that is out of the way he readies himself to get hustled up by Siha. "You're the best, Siha..." He tells her. The pain pills might be kicking in. Looking back to Muri, things seems to come together in this drug haze, "Ohh... you're the one with crotch fleas."

Siha Archer will help to, you know, release that crotchal area and free Sajin from his armor, and she will watch as Quentin treats Sajin, like a feral momma bear, holding onto Sajin's hand for as long as he needs, "Sajin ..buddy. How about ..free patty-melts on me for life, okay?" A nod to Fennix as he provides the pills, Siha ..completely ignoring how his face looks like it's melting because, well. She ..has no vested interest in the dude. Other than he gave Sajin happy pills.

"Thanks, little rat dude." Siha murmurs, helping Sajin back into his armor after Q gets him fixed up, not in a like ..good way, kind of just piecing it all together so it holds so he won't lose anything, "I know I am." Siha says to Sajin as she takes his arm up over her shoulder and hauls him up, "You're gonna clasp your arms around my neck, buddy, and I'm gonna piggy back your backside out, okay? Don't let go, hold on for those free patty-melts." On the way to the ladder she will scoop down, holding Sajins wrists together with one gloved hand, the other snapping up her sword to secure it back in it's sheathe at her hip.

Then with a mighty pull and a grunting groan she situates Saj on her back properly, and makes her ascent up that ladder like the Amazon she is, "Damn freaking straight I ain't got no crotch fleas. .." Mutter.

Quentin Haslett took the pills from the stoned Ryn, looked at them, and exclaimed, "Perfect!" He withdrew a small cylinder from his jacket, popped it open, then put the pills inside. Then he tucked the cylinder away. Wow. From his OTHER jacket pocket, he pulled a smaller, narrower, sealed implement which was visibly a needle. Sajin, if you're scared of needles... tough luck. "This won't hurt a bit," he lied, and jammed the thing into the man's neck. Morphine-y goodness! Having successfully administered painkillers, he withdrew the needle, wiped Sajin's neck with a cloth, and said, "There. All better. No need to thank me." He was helping!

Fennix watches, drooling sexily as all of the stuff goes on for getting Sajin treated so he doesn't bleed out. He then watches Siha begin to try and lift the man, but she's just so weak. Finally he steps over to her and taps her on the shoulder and slurs out, "Lemme hav'm," a long string of drool still clinging to his lip which he happens to look down and see. He seems perplexed for a moment and shakes his head rapidly, trying to shake it free but apparently that spit is really thick because it just won't break. He instead leans forward, wiping his lip on Siha's arm before he steps over to take Sajiin from her. He heaves and put's Sajin's waist on his shoulder, legs in front, head in the back, so that the man has a few right at his ass through those split pants. He begins taking hard steps toward the ladder.

"Oh, you... you found things? Good, good, then let us go please we don't need any more, nope. They can come fight these things over their wine if they want." Please, Muri!" Thankfully she's going and he didn't feel some need to stay there longer and try to help. Instead, the stunsaber turned off and quickly trotted right back towards the ladder to get out. No shame in running away for this one, at all. Eilam was happy to be leaving!

"He SAYS you're his girlfriend," Yoska informs Muri, in a patient tone that suggests Muri will figure out she's dating Fennix eventually. Or him! Whatever. Any Lash works. They all have crotch fleas. "What're you doin later?" He's distracted from even paying attention to her answer by Quentin escorting some pills into a vial, however. "You can't just take my drugs! You have to PAY for my drugs!" he says, tail puffing up like a pissed off cat. "They're not cheap! And look. Look at the power of them!" He gestures at mighty, mighty Fennix and his burden. "Such power," Yoyo beams, and then tries to run ahead and get to the ladder before Fennix does. He's slow, the monsters can eat him first.

Bringing up the rear, Corr tucks those small barrels between his legs, one between his thighs and the other just below it, and squeezes them there so he can ladder it up while toting all of his crap. As you can imagine this doesn't leave a lot of wiggle room with his feet, but that's why he has arms, and he clambers up the ladder using just those. It's harder, but this is really one of his few skills so let him do it. Once he gets to the top and scrabbles out back into the meeting area, the director moves those bad boys back under his armpits. "Alright. Got the goods, let's hike it out of here and get back on the ship. And no, we're not keeping one, the job was for as much as we could salvage." He turns to shove the trapdoor closed with his boot, but yeah, that's not happening, that thing is heavy. Oh well! "Let's go!" Then he's leading the way back into the forest, moving quickly to leave the whispering howls behind him.

The tall Devaronian keeps an eye on the direction of the howls, frowning to herself...then decides Corr has the right idea and decides to cover everyone from the top of the ladder as she clambers up, moving aside for everyone behind as she watches for anything trying to follow them up. "C'mon c'mon!"

"What he /says/ is farce," Netep eyes drugged, damaged, Sajin sternly as he voices that revelation he thinks he's worked out. She doesn't look happy, being accused of weird alien venereal disease, but gives the poor man a pass, all things considered. Yoska's short attention span means she doesn't have to come up with some slick fib on the fly with regards to her future wherabouts, so that's cause for some relief. Only some, though, because more genetically modified monks are on the way! When it's her turn, Muri hastily ascends the ladder, just not quite as quickly as her slide down. She's a little out of breath once she's reached the top.

"Fine," she huffs while climbing to her feet. "I bet it'll turn their face inside-out, anyway." Besides, now that she's been and made a mental map...could be on her list of places to revisit. For scholarly purposes! Once they've made it out into woodsy air, she slows just a smidge and fusses long enough to strip her helmet off.

"Thhhhanks Dockkkkk." Sajin says as the drugs get going really well... He was happy on Siha's back, his eyes glossing over as he comes face to face with that familiar Ryn tail and the otherwise unfamiliar add of is. He frown, "That's why they smell so bad..." He comments. He was never rude to comment on such things but Ryn did have an oder about them. He bends his head up and finds Siha, "Hmmm... love you Siha!" Oh he is so totally shitface right now.

"Yah you do, you crazy Hapan weirdo." Siha breathes, losing gas. But, with the help of Fennix the Mighty she manages to get the drugged up Hapanese dude up the ladder, "You are ..way ..heavier than I thought you'd be .." Muttered, but if Corr the Wuss can get up with his barrels of wine, she too can manage with this way taller Hapan, "Rat dude, I so owe you." At the top of the ladder she'll shoulder Sajin off, grunting, "Okay ..we got this, rat dude, we got this ..." Yoska's name she knows, Fennix ..she ..may know but ..Yosska sold her primo weed, so like ..his name is etched in stone. The roar of more beasts does help Siha find the will to survive, so with a groan she is yanking Sajin with her, one arm of his slid over her shoulder, lifting again, "Little dude, your strength to me!" To Fennix. Clearly Fennix, so they can escape out into that forest and back to the ships. And they do! Right?! Riiggghht ..no sad endings ..only happy places.

No sad endings, the log ends.

but the log did not end

"Absurd," Quentin said back to the peasant who dared address him with such fire. He was a doctor. He knew stuff. Up the ladder they went, Q of course going up before the terrible trio of Sajin, Seehaw, and Fennix, who received particular ire for not fitting in with the alliteration and sibilance of the other two names. Also for being high AF. Upon completion of the ascent, Q resumed in explaining the lack of merits behind the child's designer drugs. "They have all the power of your brain," he explained. He paused, then realized that the younger more irritating Ryn might not get it. "That is to say, none." Wait. He still might not get it. "You have no capacity for intelligent thought." Hold on. Big words might confuse him. "You are dumb." There.

"Whadd'd you shay?" Fennix grunts out from under Sajin, tossing the poor wounded man off of him as soon as they've made the upper level. "You call'n me bruver stoopt?" the older, fatter Ryn says. "Thassit. Now I gadda kick yer ash." He holds his hands up in front of him, palms open as he starts that same "martial arts" slap fight regiment that he was displaying downstairs, then all at once he runs at Quentin, putting his hands into the man's chest and trying to push him back down the trap door.

Yoska Lash puffs up again! PUFF! It's really just his tail, but surely it's making him look bigger to scary predators, like Quentin. One beringed finger pokes in the doctor's direction. Then he waggles it back and forth in a no-no gesture. "If it's so worthless then why're you stealin' my product, ya goblin-hearted -- What! FIXY! I can solve my own problems!" Yoska complains. Whether or not Quentin actually gets pushed and falls down the hole, Yo tries to steer his brother away, and shouts in the general direction of wherever the doctor ended up, "Okay, well, good chat, let me know if you're hiring!"

Sajin gets tossed off by Fennix and lands on his back again. He lets out a sharp yelp and groans. Somehow he manages to get to his knees only to cought up blood and start crowling towards the space sport. Screw you guys I'm going home!

Nope. He ain't crawling. Siha, in a final bid of strength, scoops down to do a bodyguard lift of Sajin as 'I will always love you' suddenly plays on her internal helmet playlist, her arms cradling under his HUGELY TALL FRAME to carry him out, heroically, to the spaceport. So tender. So mild. Gentle is she with that child.

Once everyone is on the ship, or at least it looks that way, Corr does a final headcount which results in one missing. On review, Yoska is not in sight, but after being assured by Fennix that he is merely in the head, availing himself of the facilities, the ship takes off, leaving the younger Lash brother behind on Bimmisaari.