Log:Fighting Gravity

Fighting Gravity

OOC Date: February 28, 2020
Location: Glee Anselm
Participants: Ban Iskender, Elrych Cometburn, Dyannah Nerus, Sesti Greystorm, Jax Greystorm, Merek, Hadrix Kora, Vena, Aryn Cole

The Clearwater Class, one of two available from members of this rescue party, has submerged and gone deep beneath the Glee Anselm sea. At first, it's a heavenly view, with glimmering godrays of sunlight glittering the seemingly infinite blue horizon, but as the hull began to creak beneath the pressure of the sea, so too did the light begin to fade and everything change to darkness.

The MonCal were truly artists in the design of such versatile crafts though, and they saw fit to grace the ships with pressure resistant lights. Thick white beams cut through the shifting salt sea until a shape began to take form and they could see the underwater facility for what it was.

Placed atop and at the edge of an underwater rock shelf, the facility flickered with power issues which could be seen from the amply large and comfortable bridge of Cophigrian Echo's bridge (Lord Ban's ship). A single docking umbilical is already extended out, its sister, another umbilical, looks as if something took a big ol' bite from it.

Aryn, the Jedi at the controls (or well, one of them, because she's no ace pilot), helps engage the mooring procedure and establishes a firm lock. "Elrych, can you engage the grid defense system. I don't want our only ticket out of here to be carried off by some giant fish." Aryn triggers the intercom, in the event they aren't in the bridge with the pilots, <<"We're here. Take only what you need and meet at the airlock.">> The intercom stays open for a moment, as if Aryn speculates saying more, but she eventually closes it, unsure of the negative feeling she has in her gut. A shaky sigh follows as she stares out the window and toward quiet and unnerving dark of deep sea.

<<"I have my droid ready to bring down the Laar'Kote if we need additional space for refugee.">> There's a Mandalorian here. See! They don't just kill people and blow things up! They -save- people, and also kill people and blow things up. Hadrix is fully decked out, weapons in place and leaning against one of his bulkheads while the black ID10 droid of his hovers close.

Periodically his head moves, talking... and for those who perceive in the force the constant pit of rage at the core of him is netted and caged by something like peace born out of... hope?

Vena was here, or well. There was a tall woman in armor with a rebreather that was strapped to her face that was here. She was starting to get to know people that went on these trips regularly. She gives a look to Hadrix and there's a bit of nod at his words. <<Hopefully we won't have to fight any big fish during the rescue. But dinner wouldn't be a problem for a few days I'm guessing.>> she muses. Kill it and eat it I guess?

The Zeltron's ship, 'The Compass Rose' had rendezvoused with the Cophigrian Echo in space, a faster solution to landing solo then taking sea transport, allowing them all to arrive on scene at the same time. Paring her equipment down leaves her with a holstered blaster strapped to a version of trooper armor - light, durable protection that can be swum in, if things take a wet turn.

"I have brains and brawn with me," Dyannah quips, nodding to Sesti and Jax with a smile.

Elrych Cometburn is sitting co-pilot or otherwise near where Aryn pilots the craft. He wears his own set of robes harkening to thenold Jedi ways, lightsaber at his hip. Unconventionally enough, though, the young Corelliam ace wears a pair of thick rimmed and black shades. "Sure thing, Doc..." He gives yhe Aldaranuan princess a sly smirk before flipping a few switches. Moments later he is unbuckling fr.his chair in order to move alomg with their mission. "This should be interesing." He looks around and smiles atbthe others gatheres.

"And what is Jax?" Sesti quips to Dyannah's announcement with a grin. She's back to wearing the heavier waywards armor that she hasn't worn in ages, but it can handle a dunking if needed. She has her med pac slung across her body, and her three blades strapped in place. She glances to her husband with a smirk, her helmet currently dangling from her fingers, waiting until she needs to put it on.

Merek snaps each nice piece of his sleek black armour onto himself, while he nods to Princess Cole, then he checks that rebreather he put on the helmet, the augmented reality adjusted to perform underwater, while he speaks through the comlink and modulator, <"I want my dream to come true, being saved by a fish.>" He chuckles a bit, then he motions to C3, the BB following with him while he checks his weapons, then he places those into a special cover. He checks on his selonian glaive, which is ideal for water.

Ban Iskender nods once to Aryn and Elrych as the far more capable pilots bring his ship to its mooring with the battered facility. "Interesting," he echoes Elrych, dryly. "Quite so, master Cometburn." With that he walks toward the airlock to prepare for disembarking. Vena's quip earns a rueful comment of, "So long as we depart in more numerous company than we've arrived. Your highness," he prompts of Aryn, "Can ship's sensors read the number of souls still aboard the facility?"

"The sexy one." Jax says as he picks up his helmet of his katarn armor and mag locks it to his hip in response to Sesti's quip. He then goes to checking his weapon. The walks past Sesti swatting the back of her armor.

The lamenting of fish, or daydreams of mer-women rescuing is lost on Aryn who is still staring out the window. Ban's direct addressing of her makes her jump slightly, indicative of her nerves and she looks down at the sensor controls instead of him. "Uhm.. I think so. Hold on.." She presses a button, but that triggers an alarm, another button is pressed to suppress the alarm, but instead engages the exterior transparisteel scrubbers. "Confound the MonCal and their love of random buttons. It's this bloody one.." The alarm cuts, the scrubbers stop, and finally a holo-display engages, rotating slowly in a flickering blue. The red indicated a collection of heat signatures and Aryn pointed at it.

"That's what I feel.. fear. Terror. It's so.. desparate. We.. We must hurry." Aryn leaves her pine green and white BB-unit in the bridge. Cedar warbles worried sounding noises and Aryn sticks her head back in. "Happy beeps, Cedar.."

The airlock is quiet, and when the door opens, water begins to leak inward at a sudden rush, but tapers as it finds room to spread out in the large cargo hold. It is not deep, just or harming anything, it's just unnerving. The umbilical, the mooring that the Cophigrian is attached to, is a long tube of transparisteel. It creeks, and moves slightly from the flow of the sea. Lights flicker inside here, and a distant alarm can be heard coming from across the other end of the mooring, where the door is slightly cracked.

"Let us away. Someone with a braver heart than mine, lead us forward, please." Says Aryn.

<"Tip of the spear. I will be cover."> Hadrix rumbles as he walks past Aryn and through the hatchway, drawing his force pike as he goes as walks. <<"Don't worry about dim conditions either">> spoken over comms as he bites a tab and a mounted light on his helmet engages, cutting gloom into stark contrast as he strides forward.

Besides him his droid floats, "Doing good."

<"Stop"> "I'm just saying..."

<<Maybe it'll happen.>> Vena states as she hears the talk of being saved by a fish. She then goes to find where the lock is to follow Aryn into the nothing of the water. She wasn't much of a talker during missions. <<Punching fish...might give your arms some more work.>> she muses over the comm to Hadrix. Then things turn serious at the talk from Aryn and there's a frown from behind that rebreather, "Will get this started." she nods to the Princess Jedi. Then she prepares to follow the Mandalorian.

Fitting on her helmet which adjusts to the low light conditions, Dyannah lets the big Mandalorian take point, hanging back to walk with Sesti and Jax. Over coms to the two of them, with laughter in her voice, "Punching fish? I'd much rather eat them than having a chunk taken out of me. So...Jax is the sexy one?" The water laps over the tips of her waterproof boots as she steps through the lock door.

"I feel it as well," Elrych says, his usual smirk/smile disapating into more of a disapointed frown. "Best to be prepared..." The Jedi Ace unclips the black with gold trim lightsaber, reaching his right hand over in a cross draw from the left side. HE simply holds it in that hand however and does not ignigh the blade. He chooses then to fan out to the other side of Vena, but behind he heavily armed Mandalorian, taking that flank of point. There is a pause.

"Hey... I thought I was the Sexy one..." "I have to give him that one," Sesti replies after putting on and sealing her own helmet. She does a last check of her equipment. "Why else do you think I would marry a 'human'?" Once through the door, her vibroblade hums to life in her hand, held down and out to the side as she walks.

Merek lifts up a hand while he taps on his wristcomm, which brings up a little laser gadget, as well as the light upon the helmet. He looks prepared for an underwater adventure. He then walks along with the party while he checks the place.

Ban Iskender draws first a slow, deep breath, and draws next a smooth bladed sword from its scabbard, holding the blade in his left hand and drawing a pistol in his right. The gentleman doesn't add to the playful banter of the others; though he doesn't hesitate to cross the creaking umbilical, he too seems.. ill at ease. He breathes as though the air itself tastes foul, a frown of focus narrowing his green eyes.

"Something like that." Jax says as he pulls on his helmet. He responds to Dyannah on Irreegular com, <Don't ask me, maybe it a Mando tradition?> His demenor though changes after a moment and his stance changes becoming more guarded than the boldness that he displayed moments before. His hand settling on the pommel of his saber, < I got a bad feeling about this. Be ready.> This again to Dyannah and Sesti.

The umbilical is wide enough for three full grown Herglic to walk flanked with each other. It is tall, foreboding, and noisy as they cross. At one section, closer to the end of the walk, the glass is completely dark. If any had an innate sense about things, it probably felt off to them. Just as they draw near this section, a brief motion, and the black expanse opens to a glowing eye looking in at them. It focuses first, then narrows on each of their forms. The umbilical begins to move a bit more and there's a low groaning sound.

".. we must go faster, must go faster.." Aryn pipes up from the rear, witness to this eerie event and spurned into a bit more motion. Her soaked boots splash a bit more as she closes the distance with the others, turning only when she heard the sound of the door BEHIND them closing and locking. /Good move, Cedar./

The group reaches the end where the door is cracked open and find that it's propped open but what appears to be an arm. The subtle waving of the sea and station and umbilical had the door mechanically trying to shut but instead whining and groaning because this arm was in the way. Engaging the door to open revealed that the arm was severed, chewed right off at the elbow.

Beyond the door, a large atrium awaits, and the sound of a constant alarm. It is an unnerving sound, this alarm, as the speakers that convey its noise distorts it giving it a high pitched squealing at the lower and higher points of the toned circuit. Flashing red lights mark the other mooring airlocks, but sea water leaks in from where something tried to break through the doors.

The flooring is wet, and the walls are covered in a fishscale like carapace that is glossy and shiny. Attached to this carapace, the bodies of countless tourists. A number of various sentients have been hooked to the bulkhead by some sort of black talon, stripped of their clothing and drained of blood. Their skin bubbles as if exposed to water and humidity too long, but any medical scan would reveal they've been dead for only hours. The bubbles under their skin move though. Some across the torso, some moving up dangling legs causing dangling bare feet to move.

"Mother save us." Aryn says from behind just as a loud pitched scream sounded from a connecting corridor nearby. Appearing in the quick flashing light is an eight foot tall humanoid looking amphibious sea monster, its spiny back aligned with black spikes. Its steps are loud, and the screech is followed by the sounds of others.

In the flashing light it appears at one distance, then when the light flashes again it is closer and flanked by more. When it comes to the open, its hands go wide, palms open, and the black spikes emerge from its wrist, and it prepares to throw them like spears, only smaller!

<<"Hostiles.">> said as casually as one might announce dinner. Or a half-hearted birthday greeting, water is flash vaporized around his feet as the Mandalorian lifts off, cape blowing out behind him. Streaking across the atrium, part of his downward motion is aided by another burst as he twists to plant the heavy boots of his armor onto the palms of the creature's hands and drive them back against its shoulders.

<"Ash'amur, etyc!"> riding the creature down as the blade on the end of his pike slams through the sternum, stepping off when the impact forces it back out, leaving the creature and it' bizarre arm javelin extrusions in his wake, twisting his arm to spin blood from his weapon and looking to the other targets bracketing in his AR display.

"Well, that's not something you see everyday." Vena states. The Chiss' eyes almost glow in the murky looking atmosphere. She waits for Hadrix to get his murdering on and then she moves in behind the Mando to cut down one of the spikey guys.

The warnings voiced by several in the group thrum on Dyannah's empathetic senses, tentatively she opens to them.

Under the superficial uneasiness and tension, she feels steadiness and curiosity from them. There is an eagerness to face the enemy from the Mandalorian, obdurate protection from Jax, a deep steadiness from Ban - each member of the group reassuring to have at her side. This consoling moment of reflection comes to an end when she finally realizes that the growths that she thought were weirdly sprouting from the walls of the chamber are bodies.

Hadrix's incisive attack at least tells her that she read him right. Others of the monsters fall. Raising her blaster and steadying it with two hands, she takes aim at whatever it is called and fires, injuring it badly.

The sight of the eye draws the visor of Sesti's helmet in it's direction. Her free hand makes sure the medpac is securely clipped in place, then she draws one of her daggers in her off hand. As the Mandalorian makes the more spectacular entrance into the melee, she quickens her feet to close the distance before the creatures can fire off any projectiles in her direction. She doesn't waste time with any more words, even to her husband. She finishes the one that falters in front of her with a slice of her sword that pushes her momentum forward to jab her dagger deeply into the next one. She wrenches it out with a spin as she clears the sightlines for Jax to fire or someone else to attack

Elrych turns to watch the large eye open and narrow. The glow of the monsterous creatures eye reflected in his dark lenses. Instead of panicing, the Jedi's smile returns and widens. "What's up, Sea Monster!" He extends his hands in greeting and joy... though, the rumble for below causes him to stumble. THe others making their way forward force him along and through the hatch. There, his grin fades as the grusome sight is realized. "Oh... Oh no." It was a horrid sight. Harix's warning causes the Jedi to instantly ignight his blade, it extends after a loud SNAP HISS, humming to life. One killed and then he presses forwards, skillfully slixing through three of the monsters with ease. "I found lunch..." He offers.

Merek lifts up the glaive, while he comes up with the party to take on the spikemen, though he doesn't manage to strike it amidst the bladework of those all about him. He looks to the walls, then back to the enemy, while he takes the time to spin his glaive, his stance set forward while he speaks, <"Can you avoid using blasters with the environment?"> he mentions. The purple blood all splashing about amidst the weapons covers a bit of his armor. He has a calm to him that is mysterious, noticable to those empathic and attuned, like he's quited all his emotion as well.

Ban Iskender swallows against the bike that rises in his throat on close inspection of the writhing beneath the skin of the dead and desecrated victims nailed to the walls. Outwardly, he remains solemn and stoic, though the young soldier feels a moment of relief when a number of the presumed perpetrators appear. "Fighting is much simpler," he notes as the aquatic creatures prepare to hurl their spikes. A swift parry into a lunge and slash dispatches one of the creatures, before he prompts aloud, "Can any find a comm panel? If we can summon any survivors to meet us-" he bites off the thought, glancing back to verify Aryn's position.

Jax's hand finds his saber at the sight of the creature. The blue blade bursting forth as the the tip of the blade hits the tip of the water and cause steam to rise around him. As Sesting goes charging the Spikeman, he's followed up Sesti his feet splashing as he goes running through the water his saber angled out behind him. He brings the blade up in a swing cutting down the Spikeman in a series of slashes. Then bring his blade up in a protective stance. <On your left.> He says to Sesti. <Dyannah, All contact's down?>

The initial combat is quick, these mermen hardly the warriors this group of seasoned veterans are. Yet, the danger has not passed despite Jax saying the last hostile is down. Aryn, who has stayed near the hatch inspecting the arm as they fought, has pulled what appears to be a smaller corpse from the forearm of the severed limb. "..this.. only has.. a single.. purpose.." Like some creatures, whose sole purpose was to procreate and die, this one was to impart its parasitic life-form, than die.

Her gaze pans to the bodies in the chamber and her breath catches. "You've killed the nest guardians.." Aryn indicates, pointing to the bodies on the bulkhead as activity begins to heighten beneath the flesh. One body bursts open, its organs cascading out as a smaller spikeman climbs out. Then another body, and another, and another. Soon 13 of these spikemen have emerged, but they're not alone either. The organism Aryn held in her hand, the seeder, flies out like a small fat buzzing insect. There's near a hundred of them, and they begin to swarm together near the top of the atrium, their noise louder than that of the alarms.

The old, natural, chemical cocktail that nigh two decades of torture and brainwashing, indoctrination, hypnoinduction, and rote of repetition. Mnemonic phrases and action itself. His calm now is like an Endorian Boar Wolf's when held back on it's leash. Adrenaline dumps at dangerous levels along with dopamine and other 'feel good' chemicals the body makes naturally.

No more enemies... Hadrix's nostrils flare within his helmet, his shoulders are hunched, head low. Close quarters, relatively. Water. Completely safe - at least that's how he feels as he clicks the switch to collapse his pike and hang it from his belt... swinging out the plasma flamer he carries. Once a Flame Trooper, always a Flame Trooper.

<"Cuyir'akaan cuyanir'akaan..."> looking up at the growing swarm with a click and hiss of his suit sealing for EVA actions and he moves to bottled air. He has a focus now. Not just the old rage allowed to boil, now becoming razor focus as he lifts into the air on wings of fire, adjusting the choke on the plasma rifle to spray a cloud of vaporized plasma burning in colors spanning the spectrum pours into the flying hoard igniting wings, bodies, and turning the ceiling of the atrium into a miniaturized meteor shower small bodies bouncing off of the Mandalorian's armor as his laugher can heard despite the suit seals.

Vena watches the corpse open up and the Chiss' eyes go wide, casting an almost glow against her face. And then there's fire. FIRE BAD! She crashed a star destroyer into the Jakku desert, so yeah. The Chiss scoots to the side, her heels pushing against the floor to get away from the brunt of the flames. <<KRIFF!>> she bellows out as she tries to smack the flames out of her hair. Looks like a new dance. Hey Macarena: Space Edition!

After taking a long, shuddered breath, Dyannah mutters to herself, "Goddess of mercy! It's raining flaming...things." Hadrix maneuver with the flame thrower has her doing a not very graceful dance to avoid the little flaming comets. Blaster extended she wounds one, skips a step and misses.

Elrych watches the bodies burst open and the seeders start to spread like a wave of plague across the ceeling. "THis is fine... this is totally fine..." THe Jedi moves over towards he big Mandalorian, "YEAH... BURN 'EM!" Wrong call, boys. "OH CRAP!" That's Alrych Yelling as he's tucking and rolling out of the way of raining fire seeders. Thankfully, none hit him, as the force flows through him making him far too fast for a normal human. He happens to dodge right into the new line of Spikemen, cutting into them with his blade. Lots of mid-section slashes ending in a jab usually meant to parry.

Exposing Organs is sometimes Sesti's job, but not exploding them. She takes a moment to calm her insides, then she surges forward into action, charging to her right. She finishes off the one Dyannah shot and turns to the next but finds herself swinging wildly as she dodges a falling comet of flame, almost missing her footing. Her sword arm comes down in a arc as she regains her balance, taking the arm off the closest spikey, finned, webby, man thing.

Merek looks like he's about to come around again towards the creatures that all come anew, then he swings back his glaive upon the back, while he takes his pistol. While he begins to draw the weapon, his faceplate shifts back, showing the whole. The purple blood, a swarm, then it's raining a liquid plasma upon the party. In a stream that begins to shift along his armor, it sears pieces as well as clean into skin. He does his best to switch a cannister from the belt, while he places a quick-seal cryo foam onto it, freezing his skin, in addition to the flame. He does dodge a spikeman while he is working.

A flaming flying thing comes driving at Jax and washing him in plasma. Jax drops down into the water and his saber goes flying from his hand and into the water. Moments later the force user emerges out of the water and looking around for his lost saber.

Yes. There are flaming bodies hurtling for the ground, conflagrations born of manufactured stuff of stars and cast down upon the melee below. Hadrix has become Igneous, God of Flames. Harbinger of inferno. The living embodiment of immolation.

The guy likes fire.

Like he really likes fire.

Hadrix might like fire more than anyone should really like fire.

Burn

Vena's been trying to put her hair out, "Hadrix... she hisses. She was going to beat the Mando after they got out of this. Probably not, but, she had a pin in the idea. She stomps across the flaming expanse and unleashes a slew of Cheunh and the vibrodagger goes stabbing into the spikemen that's injured angrily. This was their fault now!

Gorge rising at the guts and gore, Dyannah realizes that her comrades are taking injuries from the attackers. Wounds worse than blasters or shrapnel, the enemy is trying to seed itself in them. It's so much worse dancing between these horrible flaming things than raindrops. Dodging makes for lousy aim, and her shots go wide, leaving another of the spiky Fishmen wounded.

She runs for Sesti batting at the flames with her gloved hands. A little wordless keen escaping from her as she beats at fire.

Elrych's look of calm and concentration as he slides his lightsaber's blade through the Spikemen nest guardians like a knife through naboo milk butter, comes from the need to focus as keep more people from being injured. His movements are well trained and graceful. He jumps out of the way as the plasma rifle gos off again, looking back towards the now spread out seeders. He didn't know if that was a good or bad thing yet.

Lightning doesn't strike the same place twice, but spikemen and flaming seeders do. Sesti doesn't manage to slice off the arm before it looses it's barb, and it tears through the armor in just the right spot leaving a gouge along the back of her leg before it splashes in the water behind her. Before she has a chance to do anything, a plummeting ball of flaming plasma lands on the back of her knee, and her growl can be heard through her helmet as she goes down on that knee to put it out under the water. Once out, she surges upwards in a flurry of adrenaline and blades, looking for a target.

Merek looks to the spikemen that are swinging upon the party, then he takes a moment to shift back from the one that is shooting spikes to him. He then focuses a bit, while he speaks to himself with a calm. Even among the flame, even amidst all those killed by these creatures. There were still people to protect. "Trust in the Force," he says, then he maneuvers clean forward while he swivels on the hip, lifting his pistol towards the spikeman's chin as well. He then clicks the trigger, while a bolt manages to sear into it, purple blood splashing before it sears as well.

The man sweeps a bit to the side while he pushes the being away with a foot, then he follows up with a shot into the spikeman's stomach, then he lifts up the weapon to shoot it again, red energy swinging into it, orange energy a nice glow. "We're having fish sticks tonight guys."

Ban Iskender grits his teeth, prying the black dart out of his leg and letting it fall with a clatter. He sees his own blood, turns a slow look up at the circling blood flies, and growls, "..hrmmmgrr.. rekk.." He holds his sword up and before him, as if to ward off any seeders from seeking his blood through sheer force of will. Whatever untrained grasping of the Force he attempts, it has only a small effect.

Jax frantically searches through the water till he finds the saber, his hand grasping the handle of his saber bringing it out of the water the Jax hits the switch on the saber and it drives through the Spikemans' chest with a pop and a sizzle. The man not emering from his crotched position. <HOw is she?> He calls out to Dyannah. The filtered sound of his helmet blocking out most of the concern that is most definitely there. Then Jax rises to his full height and brings up his blade in a high guard standing ready to step in the way of anything attack Sesti and Dhyann that is until Sesti's on her feet ready to attack something.

Green flames fall from the ceiling as the chittering of seeders above screech from the intense heat, mixed with the mad laughter of the Mandalorian as he hovers and flash fries them. This leaves our heroes to dodge the aftermath, some lucky enough to avoid danger while others are forced to face two fronts simultaneously.

Despite the spikemen attacks, Aryn activates her lightsaber, rotating the hilt to her side after watching Lord Ban take a hit. The Spikeman responsible is impaled by Aryn, who had quietly stepped by the cussing nobleman. Her blue blade emerges from the creature's back and Aryn draws her leg up to kick it off only to slip on the moisture and blood and fall backward. Her blade moans as its mistakenly freed from the creature, cutting it wide open. She lands on her back with a thud, her lightsaber bouncing from her grasp as the freshly skewered seaman spills his innards over the top of her, and topples over her dead. She turns her face away and raises an arm to shield her mouth, nose, and eyes. Ugh. Her hair!!! Ruined.

With the swarm above drawing beginning to show signs of dying off, the Mandalorian, in conjunction with the force users in the party, pool their powers together to end the Seeder threat once and for all. Their filth, and the stench of rotting flesh, guts, and burning seeders fills the chamber thanks to the steam spawned from the debris hitting the water.

A voice comes over the intercom. <<".. Is it.. is it safe to come out now?">>

Dropping to the ground with a heavy thud, Hadrix hits in a crouch, standing back up and tilting his head from one side to the other. Shoulders rising and falling with his breathing. Coming down from his high and 'idling' as it were.

Let others handle communication, he is fully searching for new threats, pilot light on his flamer still illuminating him. He does see others with plasma burns. But if we don't acknowledge it, he doesn't have to feel responsible.

The protege of Oran Ascantael, ladies and gentlemen.

Vena's bloody and singed. And she breathes roughly through the rebreather. She stops when she realizes she sounds like one Sith Lord in particular though. She looks to the others, "Anyone hurt badly?" she asks. Then there's a look towards the doors and the voice, "Oh..." she looks around again, making sure everything is dead. "Is it safe?" she asks the others with a chuckle.

Dyannah grins fiercely inside her helmet. <She's a fighter. Flames out but she's wounded.> Staying at Sesti's side, the Zeltron keeps her blaster raised ready to stave off another attack, then looks up in wonder at the voice.

Elrych reached out a hand towards the seeders, calling the force towards him and manipulating it around the small but many beings. Once they are successful in beating back the dangerous urchins, the Corellian Jedi extinguishes his lightsaber and replaces the cydrilical object back onto his ultility belt. Somehow, unlike Aryn, he's managed not to et any guts on him, his robes absent of any damp patches. He seems happy about this, "Alright, alright, al-" He looks up at the others. "Oh... Oh my." His poor companions. The voice over the intercom draws his attention, head tilting and looking up, ears perking as well. "Really... REALLY? You couldnt come out and HELP?" The Jedi throws up his hands, shaking his head. He moves over towards the wounded, not that he could do much here an now.

It takes Sesti a couple minutes to realize that there is no more threat to fight. Then another minute to feel the pain truly. She puts away her weapons, and unhooks her medpac, pulling it around in front of her. She looks through her pac, pulling out a couple of hyposprays, then a little rolled up patch. Looking around, she's definitely not going to sit anywhere in the water, and the walls are plastered with grisly husks of humans. She looks to Dyannah and then reaches for the woman's arm. Using it to steady herself, she thoroughly cleans and numbs the wound on the back of her leg, then she rolls the patch out to cover the wound, almost the same color of her own skin, the edges disappearing as she pats it down. She bends her knee experimentally, then puts weight on her leg. Nodding to Dy, she takes her hand back and stands on her own. "I am fine," she assures Jax and looks to see if anyone else needs healing.

Merek looks to the flames, as well as the corposes of men and monster. He takes off the helmet while the scent is taken in, with a holster of the weapon. He then clicks the seals on his armor while he takes a step away from that armor, his dark attire which he wears seared into on the back towards the side while he places his gloves to his face. He nods to the team, "I will work on an escort duty."

Ban Iskender boots aside the opened corpse to get the worst of the giblets off of Aryn. "Are you- oh. Here-" he's limping but draws off his short half cape to give the Princess something to clean the purple mess with. "Civilians without blasters or lightsabers might be forgiven for hiding from such horrors, master Cometburn," he states. It's a sympathetic sentiment, not a scolding one. "Can someone direct the survivors to the ship, so we can leave this miserable place behind before some leviathan devours us all whole?"

There was some pride in Jax's voice, "Of course she is, That's my wife." He though reaches up with the force and presses the beasts inot the infero. His hand sliding finding they had found a way there."

Aryn rises, using the offered cape to brush what gore she can from her clothing with a disgusted look. She's okay, uninjured, thank the Mother, but okay. She discards the ruined cape and glances to one side, purple blood smeared acros her cheek where the dead's hand had touched.

She seems to be in thought for a moment, then lifts her hand to call upon the familiar presence she feels in her lightsaber, the attuned crystal within that contained her own personal influence. This subtle motion plucks the weapon from where ever it is in the water, and guides it to her hand in a blink before she, without looking, clips it back to her belt. "That would be appreciated, Mr. Black. Dr. Greystorm and I can triage aboard Lord Ban's vessel." To the group, Aryn turns to address them. "Good work, everyone. You are, all of you, responsible for saving these lives. Let us be about our business, and see them back to the surface where /we/ belong. Yes?" Unclipping her own cape, Aryn unfastens the Alderaanian broach and lets the material fall at her feet. She pockets the trinket and turns back to the umbilical and the ship, walking back in reserved silence and reflective horror. What had they just witnessed?