Log:Explorer's Guild: Hosnian Prime Movers
Explorer's Guild: Hosnian Prime Movers
OOC Date: March 26, 2019
Location: Hosnian Prime
Participants: Explorer's Guild: Corr Waldin, Netep Muri, Siha Archer, Sajin, and Jehni'va Cihn, with Special Guest Stars David Ironside, Iggy Odessa and Merek
THE RUINS OF HOSNIAN PRIME
"Now you're prob'ly wondering just exactly what this specimen they got us out here looking for /is/ exactly," Corr says as he looks around at the group of explorers, sat in one of the chairs inside a smallish, cramped exploration vehicle. It's a lot like a lunar lander, really, with limited propulsion abilities and buttons, lights, dials scattered all over the walls and panels. "But that's sorta what we're out here to find out," the man adds, turning to look out one of the small portholes towards where they're headed.
Out of the port, the view looms black, a smattering of white pinpricks in the distance, and the occasional rock of varying size, what's left over from the destruction of the planet, floating by. "At any rate, it's just... hoverin' around out there, waiting for us to come pick it up. Should be an easy mission, most likely. All we gotta do is fly on out to it, grab a sample, and tug it in. Simple."
David peeks out another viewport. This is where it started, he thinks, that red line in the sky burnt right into his brain, along with the explosions that followed. Shaking his head slowly, he focuses on Corr's instructions. "Yeah, sounds simple." he replies. "Just grab the thing we don't know and get out. Do we know what it looks like?"
Merek has put on his black armor which is adjusted about his equipment, while he takes a moment to check all of his weapons, then he takes a moment to adjust modes on his datapad so it can readout any information. He nods a bit to Waldin, "I assume until we know, we are to assume it is not safe to contact directly when we have it on board?" he asks with a husky drawl.
"Yeah, I was wondering that." Jehni'va Cihn drawls, trying to pull her knees tighter in the cramped space. She is a long lady, but she's used to the close quarters of space travel. However, a forthright answer doesn't come exactly, she gives a slow nod. "...Simple." She clears her throat and frowns, tugging her jacket closer around herself. She's learned to doubt that word - can you blame her?
"Waldin, you are so full of lies and piss." Says Siha who is not in her Mandalorian gear today, the woman dressed or under dressed in clothes she likely found in some market clearance bin, "Nothing I have ever bloody well done for you has been /easy/, you can't even manage to have a bloody night off go normal." He is cursed. CURSED, "And if /this/ is all you needed, why do you have us all cramped in here? All you needed was a /pilot/ and an /operator/ in this craft, now you got me smellin' all these weirdos for no good reason just to watch something get tugged in." Grey eyes slant towards David and Merek, squinting a little harder as her lip curls up in disdain, arms crossing against her chest as she sits back in her tiny little spectator seat, turning her gaze back out a tiny viewport, wild curls springing up above her head freely.
"No it ain't - like Archer says." Netep challenges from the pilot's seat, hunched over like an old woman, squinting at the planetary debris field ahead. "Elsewise they'd be the ones out here. I'm impressed they were willing to part with the rover, though! S'kinda fun." She sniffs back a sneeze before it can happen and rubs nose on flighsuited shoulder. A glance fires back to Merek, "Don't think it's actually comin aboard." Then a look to Waldin. "Right? Just uh.....pinch er suck and go?"
Considering the small amount of space in the craft and that on the oterside of the hull was vaccume and they were entering a volitle area that had only recently turned into a debris field, Sajin was patting himself on the back for choosing to stay in his flight suit. At least /he's/ still be alive when in inevitable astroid sluf decided to breach the hull. "I guess..." He's off in the corner trying to make his otherwise large size small in this cramped craft.
How do you make a cramped space more cramped? Throw in an Iggy Oddessa! Feet hanging over the side a bit (because that's the only possible way they could all fit), he looks wide-eyed over at the group who doesn't seem to sing Corr's praises. "Well ... I mean, it can't be /that/ hard, right? Because you guys have all showed up, right?" His eyes flick between Jehn and Muri, the aura of non-fighting types radiate off of them and mingle pleasantly with his own. The chubby man pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "It doesn't sound too difficult." He's here because he was assured that the Explorers was an easy way to make a quick buck. And he is certainly in need of credits at the moment.
"It won't be that difficult," Corr says when Iggy chimes in to support him against the prevailing WHINE of the others, crossing his arms defensively over his chest as Siha especially speaks. "Look, I don't get how you're just done sayin' it's always too hard and dangerous before sayin' it's too safe and you're bored," he points out to the woman, chin jutting out slightly with an argumentative bent. "Can't we have one trip where I don't gotta listen to you crackin' wise about me?"
Something blinks on a control panel in front of Muri, and this is not out of the ordinary because MANY things are blinking, in multiple places, but it catches Corr's attention and he looks over to tap at it. "See that? Means we're in range of the specimen." Peering out the port, he squints into space. "Look, that's it there." Hovering out there is a mass of orangey, quivering, individual blobs, forming a collective in a rough sphere. "Someone fire up that spectrometer, see if we can get a read on what sorta element it is. Muri, hold 'er steady and bring us in closer."
David gets out of his seat, giving Corr a thumbs up. "On it, boss." he says as he heads over, holding a hand to the ceiling to not lose his balance. Here goes with the spectrometer. Which I didn't have to Google at all. "Scanning now." he reports and almost instantly points at the readout. "Ladies and gentlemen, what we're dealing with today is.. a whole lot of squiggly lines. And a rainbow, for some reason. Did we get drugged again?"
Merek looks at the readout and to Dave, then he nods a bit as he lifts his brow at Siha's look, "What?" he asks. He looks then to the data so he can try to figure what it is, though he can't. He then nods to the others a bit, "Liquid nitrogen? I don't know," he says.
Iggy's optimisim flickers a note of fond nostalgia through Jehn, and she reaches over to pat at his knee. "Sure it will." She offers, kindly, but Siha's remarks, she subtly repositions to sniff herself. And then frowns. It isn't long before they do find themselves confronted with... "That's..." She nods, knowingly. "Yup, that's there. That is... A... Thing." She sniffs, leaning back into her seat once she's gotten her fill of the view. "That's what that is." Her parents were biologists, Jehni'va learned everything she knows from an eccentric Loth cat breeder, so... "Uh. Chlorine, maybe?" Shrug.
"Don't put words in my mouth, Waldin, especially when they aren't pleasant sounding in the first place." Siha snaps out, eyebrows arching up, the woman given a full range of expression she normally isn't wont to thanks to no t-visored helmet today, "And no, we can't. You stop givin' me reasons to crack wise, then I might." And LOOKIT HER. Grouchily she'll half-turn to poke a finger in against a free console near her, using her pinky to do so, lips pulling to the side as the computer 'doots' at her, eyebrows narrowing, only to avoid a sassy remark from Siha thanks to Merek, "I don't like your boring face." A tilt of her head in an exaggerated way to the right, lip curled up again as she eyes her console, turning her head slightly to eye Davids.
"Wow, mine is ..completely opposite yours, this is .." Back she goes to stare at her own console like a confused puppy, curls flopping to the right, a murmur sent Jehns' way, "Not you girl, you always smell like the trees on Kasshyyk." Did she see the subtle sniffing? Unlikely, what's more likely is she actually likes Jehn. Or tolerates her, "I'm not into science so ...this all looks like .." Her calloused and rough hands raise to gesture helplessly at the console, "Candilan orange gushers, you know those super gross, but super addictive gel filled ...jelly ..weird ..snacks. That pop in your mouth. It just .." An exhale through her nose noisily, "My stomach is leading this." She's hangry. That explains it all.
"Ooh, thaaaat...." Muri steals a few looks at the spectrometer screen "..looks like I should have paid more attention in 'Quantum Chemistry and Spectroscopy' class." Muri definately doesn't know what that is that she's supposed to be approaching gently with this barrel full of monkeys. She's conflicted in how she feels about it though. "Aw, I'd kill for some o'those gushers right 'bout now...thanks, Archer." *salivate* Eighty percent of her inner curious-to-a-fault wants to touch it but that other twenty is whispering its doubts and suggests they ought avoid at all costs. Either way she's transfixed, staring at it, and maybe her subconscious takes over in the steering process a little here, because instead of coming to a casual hover in front of it, the craft breezes right on by...
"Ach, oops, sorry!" Netep cranks a hard left to pull a U-turn of sorts, but the tail end drifts a little too close to some Hosnian Prime gore and **CLUNK**SCRAAAAPE* the whole vessel shudders and makes everyone's uncomfortable closeness that much worse. "We're alive!" like that's gonna ward off the complaints.
The sound of crumpling and popping food wrapper echos through the craft. It might startle some, but the perpetrator is easily found out. Sajin has just opened a massive bag of Jawa crisps and is now dipping his gloved hands into the bag to pull out a whole bunch of said crisps and stuff them uncerimoniously into his mouth. Crunch crunch crunch, he chews with his mouth open, smiling innocently at those who look at him. He was no one with any kind of brain so no help in this particular area of the mission. Time to sit back out of the way and enjoy the view.
The combination of Corr's steady assurance and Jehn's knee pat calms Iggy down and in much better spirits, he happily swings his thick legs back and forth over the side of the vehicle as he trods along. Watching David handle the spectrometer, the markings that come out of the device ring some familiarity with Iggy. "Oh, that's Liquid Tibanna." It's far more specific than orange gushers and chlorine so it HAS to be true. "I see it all the time at the factory I work in. It's a good coolant for some of the repuslorlift pa-WAHHH." Muri yanks the craft around suddenly, and he tries to grab onto Jehn to prevent himself from fall overboard.
"...That's a lot of ideas but none of 'em sound particularly dangerous," Corr decides, wrongly. Chlorine could be very dangerous! "And there goes the deposit we paid the scientists on this little thing, right on schedule," he mutters as Muri scrapes the side along some debris, a sigh escaping him as he stares out of the porthole panel with dead eyes. "Let's get a sample in here where we can take a closer look." He straightens then, pointing at the control panels with a wave. Which one operates the grasping arms on the side of the vessel? The wave does not make it clear. "If it /is/ tibanna, it's weird to find it out here. Usually that stuff's found in... other places. Like Bespin, when we went out there and almost choked to death in it." That doesn't sound ominous.
David sits at one of the control panels, a few nudges to the twin control sticks reveal he controls -one- arm now. Just the one. A button on one of the sticks opens and closes a grabby arm, and the other one will trap it in the container that'll prevent it from floating away when it thaws. Also it goes inside the arm. David manages to catch a single bit of the tibanna, and even catches it inside the container without breaking it off! He fist pumps before remembering he's also supposed to draw the container back inside, after which he does.
Merek shifts to his station in the vehicle while the others do also, so that he can collect a sample. He manages, though it isn't the best collection, and he nods a bit to Waldin, "I don't think it's tibanna, at least... But I'm not sure what it is," he says. He looks to the others, "This, does seem simple enough all in all."
Jehni'va is distracted because the nicest words that she has ever heard pour out of Siha's mouth just came a-pouring, and in her direction nonetheless. Maybe. The implication may also be that she smells like a Wookiee, but ever the optimist, Jehni'va flashes a grin - and then a snack. There are a lot of pockets on her, and it's likely that the contents of more than half of them are snack-based; this one is a parcel of neatly cut, fleshy, vaguely gourd-like fruit. There's a piece of bone poking out of it. The snack is only slightly less disturbing than Sajin's - are the crisps made by Jawa or made... /Of/ Jawa? There isn't much time to contemplate Jawa mortality or the existence of Siha's heart, because the sudden contact of vessel-to-space-crud sets her teeth on edge... But because Jehni'va is a gentlewoman (or fears scolding), she bites back any complaints, save for a pained 'ermph!' that squeaks out under Iggy's sudden weight. She tries to offer a steadying surface for him, but, alas - were they not in the vessel, she'd just be snapped like a twig and leave Iggy floating off.
"Yer good!" She grunts out once she's able, and then - go time! She's a pilot, but Jehn doesn't completely flounder at computers, especially now that it's just her operating the ships on the day-to-day... She really does need to get a new astromech. "Whoop." Jehn chirps in a monotone as she manages to maneuver a sample. "So don't... Breathe it?" She clarifies, nervously.
"Every time I think you're just a vacuous handsome skin sack, Iggy, you go out and surprise the bantha piss outta me and prove me wrong." Another compliment! Where are these things coming from. Until Muri expertly pilots into objects and Siha, feeling kind because of Iggy, bites the inside of her cheek and keeps a scatching remark from escaping from her lips.
Siha, who pays no mind to those snacking, gets right on task of trying to wrangle her computer, inputting commands and with a soft 'dewt' the computer relents and Siha is controlling an arm, "No eating the tibanna, check." Noted as she keeps an eye out on her little viewport, navigating the arm out, it's pinchers flexing open and closed a few times as she experiments with the controls, lips pursing in concentration, "There we go you little nerf nugget ..You try and poison me I'mma punch all yer bloody molecules into another configuration." Muttered, her piece drawn back into a tube which seals outside the craft before it begins to retract back in for analysis.
"Eh..." Netep sucks her teeth while steadying the craft for real this time within sampling reach. "Take it out of my cut." The deposit, that is. And bandaids. Iggy's pre-squawks explanation has her excited though and she eagerly begins to flip switches, more or less 'lock' in their position, then finds a toggle of her own to snatch a little baby blob. "Aren't /you/ far from home..." she croons to the quivering not-jelly being gently nudged, then pierced by what looks like a telescopic pipette of oversized proportion. "Just a lil slurp, and I'll bring you in where it's saaafe and sooound." A weak vaccuum pulls the specimen inward to a little chamber then stops, seals it, and retracts.
"Well, that's special." Exhaling a little sigh, Netep wipes the sweat from her brow and wriggles around in her seat to watch everyonelse. "Y'know I once had the chance to use one o'these sorta things under the sea? Archaeological site, Glee Anselm. Old prof I secretaried for invited me along but I nixed the idea on account of it involved substantial bodies of water. Guess I've had a taste of what was missed, now."
Sajin stays seated where he is. He couldn't figure out how to operate the suction arms if he tried. Besides, a perfectly good bag of Jawa Crisps would go to waste. He chews loudly, crumbs falling from his hand and moth as she shovels out the crisps from the bag and into his gaping maw. His cheeks start to get a bit greasy. Crunch Crunch Crunch. He might be loud enough to throw off someones concentration.
"I-I'm so sorry," Iggy says out of pure embarrassment as his sheer weight crushes the tall woman. He steadies himself off of her to instead man a control panel. "Well, we should still be careful with it because this stuff is highly explosive," the armorer notes casually as he gets ready to collect. Siha's compliment though make the soft man blush uncontrollably as he says in Mando'a, "Thank you so much for your kind words." It's awful and butchered and comes out sounding something more like 'I'm gunna fart on your mother's steak' or whatever. So eager to impress, he's not fully paying attention to what he's doing and fails to close a container around the sample because he presses the wrong button and instead pushes the blob further away from the grasp of the arm.
As the various samples of the substance are collected, the transport's arms suck them in and channel all the samples to an examination area in the center of the little lander-type vessel. Each container lines up in a row, ready for inspection. Corr stands then, pausing to arc his back with his hands on the small of it until a small pop sounds before stepping over to flip open the lids on all five sample containers, peering down at it. "I never seen it liquid like this before, if it /is/ tibanna," he says, putting his palms on his knees to lean down closer for a better look. The little blobules quiver oddly in the containers, like gelatin on a vibrating table. "Anyone ever seen it like this before?"
David shakes his head. "The only way I've ever seen tibanna that you could manipulate was in one of these." he replies, illustrating his example by tapping an ammo pack on his gun belt. "Mine definitely looks bigger than it was from outside the viewport, but it could be that y'know, the window distorts the view?" He shrugs. "Might be a problem, might not." he nods at the guy who knew what it was from looking. "What do you think, still tibanna?"
"I am having the same thing with this one, I hope it doesn't take up space in here," Merek says, while he looks to Dave's to compare the two, then he looks to the otehers, "What about yours guys?" he asks.
"...Highly explosive." Jehni'va repeats in a deadpan before sucking air in through her teeth. She holds it there one, two seconds, and then exhales. "Highly explosive." She repeats. "Right." But at Corr's question, she squints at the sample. "I dunno why I'm even lookin, I don't even know what Tibanna looks like." She admits, leaning back once more. She offers her weird gourd-snack over to Siha wordlessly. There is still a bone poking out of it.
Netep stands from the controls and squeeze-shuffles her way around the other consoles to go have a look at cannister number 5. Huh. She eyes the other samples in comparison, wondering if the sampling system mixed them up. Nope. None are exactly 'small' like she'd thought hers to be. Frowning thoughtfully, the scholarly space gypsy bends to stare at it up close, then fishes around in belt pouches to procure a pair of lenses to correct the farsighted smidge. Her jaw hangs ajar with wonderment for a beat before lower lip disappears between teeth. "Not sure what to make o'that. I mean...liquid reverting back to gaseous state expands, but...this still wiggles. Is there any sliver of a chance this is /not/ a bad thing?" Pointing at her canister #5, Muri turns her stare to Iggy, fellow nerd. Nerdier nerd, if covered in gourd.
The handsome hapan stops eating after a moment and leans forward, hazel eyes squinting... "Aye... yeah they look like they're growing or something." Sajin confirms of both David and the other's insight. He looks to Siha, "Let them drift a bit before you tow them, they might have just had enough exposure that now they'll go off no matter if we put them back in the void." He sits back and starts eating again, mentioning to Muri. "When is is ever /not/ a bad thing for us?"
Iggy Odessa shrinks at the sudden affectionate hostility coming from the direction of the big-haired lady. "I'm ... sorry?" He pauses, shakes his head, and comes up with a better but equally uncertain response. "Uhm ... thank you?" Taking a second to clean off his glasses, he steps forward to the containers to get a closer look at the specimens. I'm telling you, it's /definitely/ Tibanna," Iggy confirms with David and Muri, being a bit more insistent this time. He's unsure why no one would believe him! He's never told a lie in his life! "I will say that this quivering is weird though ... kinda reminds me of an amoeba or something. Like it's not a chemical but something organic," he notes and then asks the others, "What the jimmy-jammies is up with that?"
BLORP
With a sudden corpulent discharge of sound, the quivering blobs in their containers all... double. This time they can see it happen, and enjoy the noise it makes as well. Corr's eyes widen as he observes the event, nodding at Siha's advice. "I think you're right, and this is about to be a real-"
BLORP
Just like that, the orangey globs double again, and Siha's capsule, the biggest original sample, outright overflows its rim, spilling out onto the floor of the vessel. "...That seems like it's gonna be a problem," Corr observes astutely, pointing at the spattered substance laying there quivering at his feet.
BLORP
David steps back, or, well, starts to, before remembering there's a) not a lot of room to maneuver and b) other people there. Instead, he grabs Merek by the arm and pulls him towards where the problem is at. "Black, do something about that, won't you? Maybe it'll soak into your coat and stabilize." He stops to realize something. "And another thing. When did you get a cybernetic arm?"
"This one I have had for a while, the other... Well that is another story," Merek admits. While it looks quite normal save the lines upon it, it is obvious from feel that cybernetics are within it. He then looks to Dave and to Waldin, "Well, it looks to be replicating," he looks though to his tool kit while he takes some supplies from it, and begins to place a sheet where it's coming to the floor, while he checks his medpac, "Alright, we should decide if we throw these to space, or if we make towards the outpost for scientific assistance, or we can try to handle it ourselves," he offers advice to the leader. He then looks to Siha, and to Waldin, as if expecting a comment about the fact the situation indeed went crazy.
"Don't mention -" Without a change of expression, Jehn watches her offered gourd snack go soaring past her to slorp against Iggy. What did she expect? The pilot sighs and her gaze drops back to her terminal, flicking back and forth over the data there as if she has a clue what any of it means. As another wet, squishy, slopping sound trumpets out, she looks up - did Siha find more gourd? But - no, it isn't a vegetative projectile making the sound this time. It's... That. "Highly explosive...?" Jehni'va says again, this time in a notably higher pitch. The science types are doing their thing; the pilot, the soft, sweet idiot that she is, yanks off her coat and throws it over the substance on the floor.
BLORP
"You better be, threatening to fart on my mothers steak, you uncouth beast." Says the Uncouth Beast, "Focus on the task at hand and not flirting with each other, gentlemen!" Exclaimed as Siha jumps back from where she was sat, off the seat in a hurry as the lid off her container pops off, releasing the thing from within, "Shavit! I told you! Piss and lies, /Waldin/, piss and bloody lies. This is worse than the sentient sandwich that followed me home from Ko Hentota." Then, like the idiot she is, she'll rush forwards, muttering as she grabs the container and crouches down, trying to herd the substance back into it, "C'mere you little buggery biscuit, momma needs you to be a good gooey chew." A glance up at Waldin, "WALDIN. Get a cup! Make yourself useful."
BLORP
"Would a vaccuum-dwelling amoeba feed on Tibanna?" Netep tilts her head, gloved fingers hovering a 'safe?' few milimeters on /this/ side of the canister while she pretends she feels the squish she imagines it has. "Is that a poss--"
BLORP
"Frink!" Muri scampers back, bumping into whoever to gain a little distance from the overflowing, self-replicating goop. She hastily rummages for her helmet, crams it on over her mop of hair and then doubles back to snatch up canister #5. "I dunno how to reverse this," she confesses breathily through the helmet's comm while trying to cram it back into the chute that deposited them all so neatly. Nervous Muri is chatterbox Muri. "I'm not sure it's even meant to go anywhere from here but out the conventional way. Let's let the Researchers handle it. If you're all in favor, I'll fly fast." And yet she's still trying to get the conveyor system to take the canister back. Flip, push, toggle toggle, smack-smack..
- FCHOOM*
It's gone. It reappears sometime later, freefloating around just outside the craft and not a moment too soon! One muted blorp later and it's escaped the canister to become a free-ranging globule again. Just 5 more to go!
"Sentient Sandwich, are you sure you just weren't high Sihanana?" Sajin says tossing the empty bag of crisps aside and standing. He has to hucn over. He pulls his fanny pack from his side to his front and unzipps it. "Herm..." Reaching inside he feels around inside the small sack before pulling out a CryoBan grenade. "Highly explosive, but what if we cool it down? Any ideas how to localize the Cryo in this or localize the blast radius to stop the growth?" He simply holds the thing in his hand and hans't armed it yet. "I mean... I could just throw it... we'll totally be fine. I mean, Netep and I will be fine. You other guys. well... I mean we were going into space you should have prepared better."
BLORP
"Ugh OW." The gourd fruit slugs against Iggy's belly, making it jiggle like the liquid Tibanna now multiplying before them. Sorry this is a late reaction that is completely the player's fault for not reading thoroughly earlier. "I would /NEVER/ fart on your mother's steak!" the younger Odessa rubs at his tummy, looking rather hurt that Siha would even suggest he was capable of such a thing.
The fruit rolls on the floor and into the gelatinous Tibanna, which is overflowing everywhere. Jehn's 'highly explosive' pierces through the air and Iggy suddenly realizes the gravity of the situation. He makes like Muri, and grabs an overflowing container to shove the lid on and send it back from where it was gleaned. "Uhh ... I mean, I wouldn't ... I can't stop you but I wouldn't," he says warily to Sajin, pushing the buttons as it gets vacuumed back out into space.
BLORP
With two canisters already jettisoned, the crew are in a better position, right? Wrong. The doubling continues at the same rate, but each time it doubles, there's twice as much to... double. It's an exponential curve of quivering orange blobs. The amount remaining inside is already greater than it was before they managed to expel any. "I have no idea how to do anything you just said," Corr says to Sajin, grabbing his canteen off his belt and clamping down on an internal sob of despair as he dumps out the cold caf inside and drags the mouth over the floor, filling it with orange. Then he fumbles with the lid, and-
BLORP
The gooey stuff jumps out of the canteen to splurge onto the floor again. "We gotta get back to the station," he decides, cramming the lid on anyway to seal at least that much up and shoving the container into the vacuum tube to fchoom it back out into space as well. "Muri, get us on a course back! Jehni'va, Siha, anyone!"
BLORP
David rushes to the cockpit, elbowing a panel until it comes loose enough to pry off. He pulls out some wires. "Someone get on the controls!" he calls back to the others, as he starts reconfiguring connections and eventually comes out with a piece of circuit board attached to some more wires. "Bypassed the compressor. It's a trick I learned a while back, I figured it might help." he explains. Except nothing on the control displays has changed. Not one bit. Maybe he broke the displays instead.
Merek takes up that sheet to use it for gathering the goo while he brings that to the airlock for materials. He watches then as Dave tries his thing, but doesn't manage with it, then he looks to some of the others, "You know, I am wondering if this has something to do with the starkiller base, perhaps this is an affect of that," he says.
It's out, so they're good, right? ...Right? Jehni'va hesitantly stoops to retrieve her jacket from the floor, but thinks better of putting it back on. She squeezes it into a ball and pushes it underneath her seat. fusses at her terminal, swallowing a stream of nervous questions and remarks, and focusing instead on toeing the gourd-fruit on the ground with a dirty boot. Quietly, she watches David's excitable modifications, and once he has exited the cockpit, she silently rises and scoots in his wake. Pulling a spanner from her belt, she pops a panel and re-routs power from the mechanical arms, allowing Muri a modest boost. "Fixed it." She whispers to the pilot with a private smile before returning to her seat. "Let's not die."
BLORP
"Iggy, my suggestion to you if you don't want me to accidentally on purpose kill you, is to stop talkin' Mando'a until --" Oh Sajin.
As soon as he whips out that cyro grenade Siha is hyper-focused on him with orange goop slipping through her fingers as she tries to shove it back in to the tube, "Sajin if you throw that I will boil the skin off your hide and feed it to my sentient sandwich, take the meat off your bones and sell it to the local orphanage, whittle your bones down for the Jawas to use on what I think are teeth and piss on what remains." Hissed out in a jumble as Siha pauses mid-scoop of the blorping goop, "What an asshat idiot jackassed bullheaded twarfin' thing to say of people around you to /recklessly/ put us all in danger because you can't pull your ass out of your head and consider that if this ship /breaks/, you're dead too, cuz no one knows we're out this way. And I know you aren't as stupid as you pretend to be with that lazy assed jerk-knuckled comment you just made."
All said in a hurried pissed off snarl to the man as she remains crouched, hair whipping in time with her words as she slants daggers to the Hapan, speaking to Muri with a sudden pang of urgency in her whiskied tone, "Fly you smerdy' fool! FLY! Before Sajin kills us and the walking hair piece breaks the ship for us." Jehn, the angel that she is, gets an appreciative grunt as more goo slips through Siha's fingers, the woman scooping into her pockets now.
"IT WON'T STOP GROWING! IT'S EVERYWHERE!" She's not calm. SIHA IS NOT CALM, "I vote we jettison this stuff /out/ of the holes!" She abandons the vial and her pockets, and begins pushing with her hands in a crouch the orange goo across the floor towards the exit, goo dripping out of that cool jackets pockets, "I can't die in this idiot can, not like this -- stupid ...Waldin ..help me out here." ... "WE'RE NOT OKAY GUYS, HELP OUT." It's in her hair! "AH."
"Kas tulisha abia al port!" Netep rattles off an ancient Corellian - modern Ibhann'I saying while curling back into her former seat and preparing to blast out of this nightmare. "Because maybe those scientists'll pay by the gram? Eh?" Heh. Heh. She's not taking her helmet off anytime soon. The navigation console and communication array begins to light up with all its happy sensor lights and she pilots the craft in a smooth, gentle 90 degrees to route the fastest way back to the station. And then half those happy lights go dark.
"Some trick," she gives David the stinkeye. Jehn, on the otherhand, gets an approving smile and wink. "Remind me to repay you later," she whispers back, "the sort of currency you can inhale, yeah?" As for the rest of her passengers in varying degrees of panic - self included - she belts conflicting instructions: "Everybody sit down or hold onto something! But keep shoveling goo!" And they're off! Muri amps up the thrust as fast as it'll go, swerving and swooping to avoid smashing into all the giant mineral debris. Hosnian can keep its graveyard and ghosts. She's rather not become a permanent addition to the flotsam and jetsam. They've all got the need for speed and she delivers. Big time, thanks to Jehn's tweak.
BLORP
"First of all... did you not hear me. And how do you know I didn't tell anyone I was out here? You must be dumber then you think I am." Sajin says with a shake of his head. "You couldn't rip hide off a bantha if you tried Siha. Keep insulting people for zero reason and gaslighting them. I'm done with your incoherent hissy fits. And your meandering obsessions. I was just trying to help. We're done. Permission revoked to Drik and you are no longer the Queen Mothers Commander of the... whatever it is. I'm not longer cleaning your quarters back at the hanger either. Consider all /my/ respect lost for /you/. You talk about compassion? About me making a crude comment. Check yourself once an a while and the complete drek that comes out of your sith-spawn mouth. Maybe it's you who needs to make an adjustment." As the gas starts to grow Sajin frown and activates the cryogrenade. "I'd rather go out on my own terms than you." He doesn't throw it yet, leaving room for a merical of the Force or some other kind of... intervention.
"But on the holonet it told me that the best thing I could do to learn was to talk with a native speaker!" Iggy too has unzipped his fanny pack to pull out two small jars which he double fists orangey goop in. That being said, whatever words come out of Muri seem to draw a blank on Iggy's face. "Pardon?" he asks before she pushes the speed up to max and the chubby Odessa once more, falls on his back, in the goop.
BLORP
Inside the little transport it is borderline chaos. Corr, Siha, and Merek are doing their best to shovel up the goop into any available containers to push it through the chutes to the outside, around Iggy's chubby bod, but with every BLORP they are further behind the tide and by now the orange stuff is about ankle-deep. At this exponential growth, that means the passengers will very shortly have a serious overcrowding issue.
But Jehn and Muri's work pays off, and the craft goes rocketing back towards the station at speeds it was never meant to achieve. On approach, a tractor beam from the science outpost pulls them in towards an airlock, where the exploratory capsule docks quickly, zipping through the checkpoints until the doors open with a hiss and tox-suited researches come in to assist the explorers out into the airlock where a decontamination spray begins to spurt from the ceiling. "We saw what happened from the scopes," one explains from inside the safety of her suit. "For some reason, in the vacuum of space, the tibanna-like compound was inert but as soon as it entered your ship's atmosphere, it began to multiply. We will have to reconsider the sampling method," she says in a totally calm, rational tone of voice. Once everyone is off the pod, she casually presses a button and the airlock seals, jettisoning the entire exploration ship in the process, setting it loose from the station.
Before long, orange goo blankets over the portholes, and a few unheard BLORPs later, the entire vessel cracks asunder with a flume of orange goo spouting out into the vacuum where it once more becomes inert and seemingly harmless.
Another job... well done?
