Log:Flushed Down Shit Creek

Flushed Down Shit Creek

OOC Date: July 31, 2016
Location: Hutt District, Nar Shaada
Participants: Anisho Nor, Rheisa Dirleel, Wodi Corcer, Ax, Qadira Suuryet, Waywards

Wupalloo Drive - Hutt District,

Just like the Jeweled Plaza, the Wupallo Drive is included in the enclosed dome. The sky far above consists more of durasteel than its transparent counterpart, though enough of it remains to allow light to pass though.

The transparisteel refracts the light just so, shining beams down around the enormous area so that they might strike surfaces mirrored to bounce the light to illuminate the more predominant features - such as the opulent and huge Hutt homes of the most powerful.

There are a few places of business here, but all have the face front of a beautiful Hutt home and loitering is unacceptable. These places are located more closely to the Jeweled Plaza, and are considered either membership only or specialized boutiques for accessories for all races from Hutts to their slaves and attendants, clothing, make-up, and more.

The homes further along reflect the age and power of a clan's territory and influence in Nar Shaddaa, a number of estates acting as a place not only for a single Hutt, but also the more influential members of their Clan to better establish their power base.

There is a guttural canal that runs the length of this stretch of domed road, one of the only outlets that leave the refractive safety of the area to carry away the refuse from the district. It's a solid durasteel flat V that is lined with pipes of various sizes stubbing out of its walls to dump into the primary length. It would be a great place for rats and other small rodents to gather to feast upon the rotten remnants of garbage. It seems there is something else dangling out of one of those larger pipes. A mangled figure with subtle hints of red and black, possibly dead or near death. It would take further notice and inspection to see the extent of the damage across that body. It might even be noticeable that the figures species is Twi'leki and feminine, but that all depends on the person looking.

"I think we may have taken a wrong turn, Mistress Dirleel. We seem to have become separated from Wupalloo Drive," worries the Togruta's chrome companion as it shuffles along behind. Its head swivels this way and that, piercing the shadowy street corners with glowing, yellow eyes. Kee'tch'ka is not outfitted with a security program - 'he' was designed for more refined use and taste. Venturing on risky exploration through the hutt district is most certainly beyond protocol for this protocol droid.

"No," Rheisa counters softly, but her tone lacks confidence. Her eyes are glued to the data pad she's paused to examine. "Says is next...two buildings down. There," she points ahead to that which she cannot yet see but trusts must surely exist. A shelter, carved from the slums. By day it is a produce stand, stacked high with exotic goods. By night, a place for the financially desperate, or dismissed servants, to lay their head. After the violent uprising left many dead and more orphaned, it has become home to many more. Very soon, it would become the recipient of some charitable funds. If the little woodcarver from Shili can pull it off.

"I'm just not sure this is a good i--" And with a resounding clang and clatter, Kee'tch'ka catches his toe on a discarded sack and topples forward, into his master. Rheisa stumbles in turn and the data pad goes bouncing...way down. Uttering a moan of dismay, she pulls herself to the edge and peers over. Just above the final resting place of that mangled body the sharp glint of eye shine sweeps to and fro as the Togruta searches for the faint glow of her lost screen.

Apparently that tattered body is just beyond the perceptive Togruta's view but if she comes down to retrieve the fallen data pad, she will no doubt come across the body and then be faced with a question of virtue. Find the being medical help or leave it there to fend for itself, either way, it doesn't seem like the Twi'lek will stay in this position much longer due to the next scheduled sewage purge. The vast amounts of flowing water along with other unmentionables will more than likely push the body out of the pipe opening and along the canal's flood track to be carried out of the dome and into mystery and greater danger. The Vertical City's infrastructure could in actuality be most deadly part of the moon's design.

"I am terribly sorry," Kee'tch'ka scrapes noisily around trying to right himself. It's not going so well. "Do you require assistance?" As though he was in a position to lend such, anyway.

Rheisa does not answer the bumbling translator. At least not verbally. Her rear headtail arcs subtly out, away from her crouched spine. While the nicer areas of the district are highlighted brilliantly by reflective, overhead light, this little stretch of road and its gutter are quite shady. Therefore, the slightly darkening color of that appendage's pigmented bands might go unnoticed by the preoccupied droid. But she doesn't care. Something else has captured her attention.

The smell of decay is unmistakable, in all its stages, including the iron-rich scent of a fresh kill. Narrowing her eyes, Rheisa focuses in on a tattered bit of something snagged askew on the lower lip of the pipe beneath her. Just to the right of where her data pad has become caught in an entanglement of debris clinging to the slope. Can't quite tell what it is from this perspective, though. Grimacing at the swell of anxiety that sours her belly, the Togruta creeps forward a little more to reach down and push at the massive pipe. Stability tested. She can feel the multitude of vermin scurrying throughout the cavernous culvert. At any other time, this would have made for fine hunting ground. But for now? "Ma'khet," she orders to Kee'tch'ka who has just managed to get to his feet, and she slithers over the grimy edge halfway before gripping the ferrocrete and swinging her lower half down to cling with her toes atop the pipe.

After a surge of fresh -- errr --- waste, the figure is toppled over slightly so that a bloodied face is more visible along with the figures slightly chewed lekku. Seems the rats haven't been kind to the already waylaid being that has managed to get itself into this fine predicament. However, now it is clear that this is a woman, a tall stout visage to say the least and possibly recognizable to the curious Togruta.

The chirp of the sewer rats and their scampering feet scratching upon metal, echoing out of the pipe's opening are all the sounds of the area beyond the flow of liquids. A steady mixture of blood is intertwined with that liquid flow that is cascading down into the trough that makes up the center of the canal. It doesn't seem like any of the movements or area on-goings are rousing the Twi'leki woman.

Breathing hard, Rheisa lets go of the security above and drops down to her haunches, knees splayed. She made it. She casts a leery look aside to the precarious perch of her data pad while her head wags slowly to and fro. Senses tell her it's just out of reach, but there are ways. A jut of rebar, a support line running parallel to the slope, just underneath...it can happen! Just have to get down there first.

Her muscles quiver with nerves. Squeezing her eyes closed, Rheisa navigates via more sophisticated adaptation, shutting out the scary visual and replacing it with simple spatial awareness. Talon-like fingernails drag sharply over the pipe's surface as she inches nearer to the rim. There's something else there. Something alive. One eye peeps open with cautious peek over the edge and she's met with a grisly sight.

Her mouth opens wide, lips peeled back with a startled hiss. Doesn't take long for Rheisa to reclaim her senses though and make the decision to investigate further. First, she deepens her throat and belts forth a few echoing whoops and warbles to scatter the rats. Secondly, she tucks and rolls over, trying to pull herself inside /with/ the not-quite cadaver for further assessment. Except that's where things go wrong. It's slippery in there and she can't get traction. Nails snap, skin slices on rusty things, and in a last ditch effort to maintain her position, she grips hold of the Twi'lek's shoulder while screaming for Kee'tch'ka to find help.

Those talon like nails dig into the unconscious woman's shoulder and the Togruta's weight begins to surely peel that figure from the piping, except there is a sudden halt. A sharp crack and pop can be heard as the halt happens; it seems that the Twi'lek's leg or foot has been caught on something. Due to the weight of the woman pulling sharply on that battered body, it's locked in and either broken or dislocated. One can't be sure until there has been an examination. One thing is for sure, there is a new stream of blood starting to trickle down the Togruta's hand and down her arm from the fresh wound. Looking up at the Twi'lek's face would also show the slice that comes down over the left eye from just about that tattooed eyebrow to below the cheek bone. There is cakey clotted blood all over the woman's face and chewed up flesh upon the dangling lekku. So there they are. The Twi'lek caught on something, perhaps a broken leg or dislocation now, halfway dangling off the end of the pipe with the Togruta clasped onto a shoulder and using her as a life rope.

This is a pretty shitty predicament, in all senses of the word. Not how the Muse's curator foresaw spending her day, let alone evening, as who knows how long it'll take for assistance to arrive.

"Oh dear," the helpful droid laments from his safe position atop high ground. "Shall I call Master Shah?"

"Any persons! Any!" Rheisa cries back, legs peddling uselessly through the air. After a time, she goes limp, resigned to the fact that she /and/ the Twi'lek are not going for a swim. She might, if she can't get back up inside, or swing under and land steady feet atop that lower ledge. "What happen to you," she whispers and with a determined growl, lunges up with her other arm to try and seize the lip again.

A thunderous roll begins to come from the inner depths of the pipe. A surge of what sounds like rushing water, no, more than that. It's not just rushing, it's like a damn flood gate has been opened and there is a rocket propelled stream steadily making its way towards the pair. Sadly, the Twi'lek can only flop about limply as all the pressure is resting upon this spirit of virtue, Rheisa, to come to yet another decision regarding the situation. Now that the pressure of the other is off that body, the leg can be slide free of its binding between two gnarled pieces of metal that used to make up a grate to keep things out of the pipes.

Oh no. That's no gentle pitter-patter of rain she's hearing. That's the birth of a waterfall, and they're about to become part of it! Wriggling deeper inside with as much haste as can be managed, Rheisa gets to her hands and knees to lift the body's leg and tug it free. The rush of approaching water reverberates dually loud - through the pipe and through her montrals. It's a dizzying roar.

"Nuh," she grunts quietly to the comatose Twi'lek and grips her waist, hauling her further inside. "Nuh da neh." It's not an easy task, but facilitated some by the same slick sewage that almost got her killed. Next, she tries to pull the torso up into a seated position, rotating so Anisho's feet are pointing out. She's just barely plunked her own butt down alongside and wrapped the bloody stranger into a bear hug before the crash of water is upon them.

At least they no longer have to worry about rats.

The two pop forth from the pipe and shoot out into the air above the canal before coming down into the slimy muck. They are separated due to the force of the water that hit them and it seems that the speed of the canal's flow has increased and the fluid is constantly getting deeper as it's about that time. Luckily Anisho is laid out on some debris so she isn't exactly at a risk of drowning in the nasty sewage just yet. Truly a pathetic sight to behold though, the Twi'lek covered in blaster wounds, scoring all about her body, gashes and cuts, blood spattered and caked about, then all topped off with fodder that no one really wants to go into detail about... and it sticks to high heaven!

Rheisa's scream is stifled before it can truly begin as they become slammed and swallowed by the torrent of water. Water replaces air in an instant, deafeningly loud as it scours by. Then...

Freefall.

For a moment, Rheisa's far removed from the here and now, lost in a memory. Gone is the stench of watery waste. In its place, the brutally dry sun of the scrublands, glaring down upon her as her leap falters and she falls down...down...down into the trap of her own design.

She lands with a splash and sputter.

Flailing arm over leg, the Togruta struggles out of the thundering falls and leans against the current to keep on her feet. The PulseOx on her wrist beeps frantically, mirroring the panicked beat of her heart. Coughing wetly, she wades over to the floating Twi'lek and scoops forearms under armpits, lifting Anisho's head up a bit to rest against her chest. Rheisa seems less concerned about her own disheveled state of dress - or partial lack thereof now - and more worried over the battered body she's looking down upon. So much injury, so much disease. She doesn't have to look around to know that the way out is not going to be easy, if possible at all. And ever the water rises. So do her tears.

"Kee'tch'ka!!!" she calls hoarsely one more time.

Rheisa Dirleel's protocol droid activates com lines one by one for his Mistress's contact list to report "Alert! Alert! Mistress Dirleel has fallen into a dreadful predicament and there appears to be another wounded person with her also in need of assistance. It would seem the sewage culverts are engaged in a routine flush and water level rising rather quickly, if my vision sensors relay accurately. We are two blocks south of the first street to break away from Wupalloo Drive. I estimate that she has thre--oh! Oh hello, sir! Please, will you contact emergency serv--" and this last transmission cuts out as Kee'tch'ka gets distracted with some bystander.

Kee'tch'ka is busy, prattling away on comlink. Or he was. He gets distracted by some curious bystander that wanders over to see what all the distant cries for help are about. Said bystander also sizes up the shiny, lovely droid as it politely requests that he notify emergency services immediately. Model like this could fetch a fine price. And its owner? The Kubaz looks over its shoulder, down at the huddled, shivering forms of drenched headtails. So many headtails.

Ax's voice comes over the comms, "I'm on my way, look for a T-47 air speeder."

Rheisa Dirleel's 'link reactivates to reply "Copy, good citizen. No. No, not you, you're just standing there and---that's quite uncalled for! I should inform you that theft of Gallery property such as myself is not---ah. Ah, this? Yes, I suppose she'll not miss it if she's washed away."

When the comms call came, Ax was in the hangar at Parmac’s. It only took a few seconds for him to get his air speeder powered up, and soon, he and Kadi were zipping through the traffic at maximum speed towards the Hutt district. Anything slower would likely not get them there in time. "Hang on, baby," Ax says as he banks the speeder hard, turning it on its side as he flies between a pair of buildings as they get into the Hutt district to come for a landing on Wupaloo drive.

Kadi simply hangs on as suggested, and at least she doesn't throw up all over Ax with the crazy driving that he's doing. She totally has no idea what's going on, but is more than willing to help. "We have to get there fast," she agrees, "So, I'm hanging on, don't you worry."

Wodi Corcer was the next to hear the call. Though, it came second hand through Ax. Luckily, the young scoundrel is never too far away from the Hutt District at any given moment. Whipping through the district with his brand new jetpack is a breeze in comparison to the old one he used to have to make due with. The smuggler twists his body and lands feet-first, not too far away from the airspeeder that just touched down. The hum of his pack quiets down and he calls out, "What's goin' on?"

Anisho is currently in the arms of the Togruta, floating poorly about, afflicted with grievous injuries. The Twi'lek will surely die if they are not tended to and despite best efforts from Rheisa, they are in the middle of a sewage canal as the water is beginning to rise and speed up thanks to everyone's afternoon healthies. The Togruta's PulseOx unit is beeping frantically and it seems she is having a freak out on top of it as she is trying her hardest to get herself and Ani to safety, out of those 'waters'. If they stay in this muck much longer, they are either both going to drown and then fall over the side of the outlet, or just fall over the side...into the unknown beyond the dome and certain doom.

On this shady side street off Wupalloo Drive, there's a curious drama unfolding. The impeccably clean (well except for some smudges on its palms and knees), chrome form of Kee'tch'ka is waving its arms emphatically in a heated discussion with a Kubaz, who's in the process of taking possession of its comlink and the satchel laying at Kee's feet. The two of them are standing near the edge of the cavernous gutter - a culvert where the subterranean pipes of Hutt sewage drain into. It presently resembles a stinky water trough, many meters down slope and filling rapidly with spouts of water, 6 feet thick.

Rheisa's now up to her chest in the stuff, headtails beginning to float up around her as she struggles against the current to tow Anisho closer to the slanted, durasteel side. A sudden slip on the bottom dunks her under, one montral poking out as she twists around under the water, searching for a better foothold. She finds one and comes up gagging. One hand keeps firm hold of Anisho's underarm. The other paws at the culvert wall, straining to reach a shard of rebar piercing through. The Togruta's headtail stripes have thinned, blanched, and it doesn't take a translator to read PANIC across her features.

"Well, from what I gather from Rheisa's droid, that she and another are trapped in the sewers here," Ax says to Wodi as he opens the canopy of the speeder. "Guess who gets to go explore," he says towards Wodi as Ax makes his way towards the protocol droid. A blaster pistol is being drawn.

"I think that's enough gentlemen," Ax says as he aims it towards the Kubaz. "So, beat it and let us get our friend out of there," he says.

Ax slides his Caelli-Merced Series III out of its holster, bringing the weapon to bear.

Kadi slips out as she can, and Fluffy is with her. She promptly tells Fluffy, "Back Ax up." And that droiddog moves over to stand by Ax, a low growl emitting from his vocoder. For her part, Kadi promptly turns to look for Rheisa, because she's sure Ax and Fluffy have the thief well in hand.

"That's the one with the..." Wodi gestures at his head and makes some floppy arm gestures, "...stuff, right?" He peers around. "Well, where the heck is she?"

The Kubaz backs off, deciding that a droid's not worth a blaster bolt to the face. He shuffles away, muttering to self. Kee'tch'ka swivels his head around to first look at Ax, then the little R2 unit. Then backpack man. "She is down there," he points over the edge. "I tripped, causing her to lose her balance and drop her data pad. She went to retrieve it, but found someone injured in one of the drains. Then the water came."

"Helppb bpplease..." Rheisa gurgles as she loses the fight against very powerful, natural force in this very unnatural terrain. Her bum leg just can't stand up to it anymore. In an instant, the two women are swept away - an entangled raft of headtails and debris!

Just try coaxes Uoda from the cool of the stream. A juvenile Rheisa huddles up on the bank, shaking her head defiantly. Evil spirits dwell in the water. Everybody knew so. What good would it do to learn to swim away if they'd catch up to you all the same?

Knocking into a submerged prong of grate, Rheisa throws back her head and takes an agonized gulp of air before they're spun off that and sent adrift again. Her free hand continues to claw and scrabble at the side, hoping for a crack or bump or anything worth grabbing hold of.

Anisho is completely out of it and obviously worthless in this scenario. It's also noteworthy that this predicament is entirely her fault as well, even if she was unconscious. Still, she is there, breathing, though it's more like a wheeze. Her body seems like it is trying to respond to the outside stimuli but it just quivers and shakes sporadically.

"Yeah," Ax says to Wodi, then when the Kubaz moves off, he's pulling at the belt on his armor, a synthrope dispenser removed. Looping one end around a column, he reattaches it to his belt and throws off the cape for his armor. "Wodi, you protect things topside," and then he's donning the helmet of the Imperial Royal Guard armor, and making his way into the muck that was the Hutt District's better side.

Kadi's eyes widen as she hears where Rheisa is. "Oh, that's not - there's someone injured in there? Oh, that can't be good." She sighs, wrinkles her nose at the pungent aroma here, and then moves to peek into the muck, looking to see if she can figure out where there might be a togruta in need of rescue. Ick, that's disgusting. What is that? No, better not ask, she might find out. Kadi's eyes spot a bit of unexpected movement - is that a hand? "There!" she calls, pointing out, as she settles to one knee at the edge of the cess-river.

Wodi Corcer walks over to the edge of the culvert and looks down, hrmming. A look over to Ax and the smuggler raises a brow at the command. "Screw that." He looks where Kadi's pointing and leaps off the side of the culvert, jetpack flaring to life as he does so. He twists and turns a few times to get himself in position to scoop into the water and grab that hand.

And he does. Kind of. The jetpack's new and three times more powerful than his old one, but three people is a heavy load, and Wodi is almost dragged under as he swoops down over the surface of the water, his hand clasping onto Rheisa's forearm. He arches his back as he makes contact, doing his best to pull himself up and away from the gross.

"Oh, do hurry," Kee'tch'ka urges needlessly, toddling in a circle like he's looking for his wits. "Master Shah would be most disappointed in me. And the data pad! That can't be good for business."

The datapad in question is miraculously still nesting comfortably amid snagged junk on the wall, just a meter to the left of the pipe both women had shot out of. It gets bathed in a mild mist, nothing more.

With the aid of the synthrope, Ax isn't drowning, but he's not really swimming either, just kind of drifting towards where the others are. "It's a good thing I'm rich," he mutters, knowing that this armor was going to be burned when all was said and done. Thankful that he had another set stored in his collection. Granted, it would require some tailoring, but it was better than trying to clean this. "Hang on, I'm coming," he says, as Wodi flies over. Suddenly, Ax wishes he'd learned to use a jetpack, but too late now. His only saving grace is that the helmet was keeping the nastiness out of his face and mouth, and that the expensive armor was fortunately sealed against environmental hazards.

Rheisa's initial reaction to the sensation of something grabbing her arm is to pull back, but her struggle halts when the sensory feed from her dizzy montrals catches up. Yes. There was a large, flying beast headed directly for them. The giant eagle, launched from her nest...a nest is dry. Also...this is no eagle. What's left of her sharp fingernails burrow into Wodi's sleeve, clutching him tightly while her other hand fights to keep hold of the bloody Twi'lek. The sorry pair erupt from the filth only to bounce and skitter across its surface while Wodi adjusts his thrusters.

Those witnessing the scene from the street may get a decent eyeful of 'tribal nudity' as the panel of embroidery and bead work serving as her top has been twisted around and flung over one headtail by a)the initial shoot out of the sewage slide b) rough landing c) turbulent ride down shit river. Also, much of her headdress is gone, teeth and beads broken and scattered to the abyss.

"Datapad?" Kadi asks, turning to look at the droid at that comment. "There's a dropped - Oh, for the - " Right, she gets to try to figure out where that might be. In what's quite worse than a haystack, if one is searching for a needle. She in fact looks quite horrified - "Terrible thing to do to good technology," she mumbles, as she settles on the edge, on her belly, at least trying to not fall in.

"So strong. So fast," Wodi repeats to himself as he pulls the pair higher out of the sewage. The jetpack is struggling under the weight, but it's got enough fight to keep going. The Kessel-born smuggler whips the disabled duo up into the sky and does his best to light them down near Kadi, following suit as sewage-stained boots clunk onto the duracrete. "Gross, gross, gross," he says, wiping his footwear off with a grimace. A look to Rheisa's 'tribal nudity' and he does offers a quiet, "Nice."

Well, it looked like Wodi had them both, meaning Ax dove into the shit for nothing. Now, it was the struggle of pulling himself 'upstream' to climb out. Thankfully, he'd used the synthrope and engaged the small winch to start retracting the cord. As he reaches the edge, where he'd dropped into the muck, he grabs the datapad and tucks between his belt and armor before struggling to get out. "Emergency medical services should be on the way," he says. "I called them when I was en route."

"I could not agree more," Kee'tch'ka shuffles up alongside the sympathetic Kadi and angles his torso juuust slightly to peek in. "She went to retrieve it there," he points, "Oh look! It has been saved." And then another, equally joyful "Oh look! Mistress Dirleel!" And shuffles over in their direction. "I have been /so/ worried."

Kadi promptly takes five big steps back, calling Fluffy to her side. She's not getting anywhere near this crew of shitfaced individuals, because EWWW! "Maybe I can take a taxi back home," she offers. "Fluffy can protect me." Though she does give the Togruta a long worried look.

The Twi'lek's body just flops onto the ground as the pair are whisked off to safety, finally. Once most of the grime has slid off, those wounds can be looked at in more depth. There's blaster scoring all over the woman's body, a slice on her face, the tips of her lekku have been gashed and chewed...possibly by rats, there are other injuries over the entirety of her scantily clad body, as most armor that she would have had on has been damaged enough to break away. There in a fresh injury on her shoulder that will still be bleeding, even now, and her left leg looks slightly twisted, possibly broken or dislocated. It's almost hard to tell the she is a Lethan due to the copious amounts of fresh and dried blood all over her. Then you couple all this with having been not only in a gutter for an unknown period of time, but down in the shit river as well... yeah. She is in bad shape and wouldn't be here if not for Rheisa.

Once out of the muck, Ax moves over to the speeder and opens the small cargo compartment, withdrawing a watertight bag. Dumping the contents out into the storage compartment he moves away from the speeder and starts to pop armor segments off, leaving the gloves for last. Underneath, he was wearing only a pair of white silk bikini briefs, exposing his pale skin and numerous tattoos that covered the vast majority of his body. "We should get her to either the clinic or to the medical bay on the Soul, were the droid can see to her wounds," Ax says. "Providing the emergency medical services don't get here in the next minute or so."

Rheisa's knees give way upon landing and she crumples into a semi-conscious heap over Anisho. Their tremor spreads upward into a full body shiver Chattering teeth muffle much of what might pass for speech wheezing worth. She scoots closer, wiping and patting at the Lethan's face. "Nuh ha neh," she grunts imploringly and lays a shaky palm over the Twi'lek's sternum. "Khomrrro ca mi." Her head tips aside, montral hovering just over her lightly lain hand. "Weh."

"And you said I was dumb for wearing paisleys," Wodi says to Ax, stifling a laugh at his choice in undergarment. A look to the two injured women and he says, "Well, the pack's running low on fuel, so I'm no help here."

Kadi does get a nice look at her husband, but well, he is her husband. She doesn't spend too much time looking, honest. Instead, she gives the rest of everyone a glance. "Wodi, your boots need better cleaning than that," she advises. "Preferably before getting back in the speeder. "Ax - if medical services doesn't get here, you're going to need to fly them back to the Soul." Not that she wants to even think about that disgusting goop on any of her ships, but - it might be the difference between life and death.

Ax nods to his wife, not seeming bothered by standing in his underwear. The skinsuit that went under the armored panels was almost as nasty as the panels themselves. After throwing the expensive armor into the bag, he seals it. Maybe it could be sterilized enough to be a display piece after all. "Wodi, see if you can commandeer us a skiff or speeder truck to get them back to Parmac's."

"Yep," Wodi says, offering a quick nod to Ax before he takes to the sky again, the jetpack being much more agreeable carrying the 175 pound man than the combined weights of its three previous passengers. He'll likely be gone for a few moments, as commandeering a flying speeder is a tricky task.

Closing her eyes, clenching her jaw into stillness, Rheisa can feel the faint whisper of life spirit within Anisho's chest. She lifts her head and curls away from the unconscious stranger to huddle in her own, separate pile of ick. Her beautiful new clothes...ruined. Maybe it's just the shock of what's transpired over the past ten minutes, but she can't feel the comforting tickle of trophy teeth and pretty things wrapped 'round her montrals. A timid hand reaches up to feel their absence and confirm. It glides over her throat, settles in the hollow of her chest upon decent and clasps tightly at the Akul claw still hanging there. It's a miracle.

A few tears rinse little 'clean' streaks down her cheeks and she finally looks up and around at their rescuers. "Thank," she whispers softly and follows along with Ax's idea, beginning with the torn flap of halter thrown over her shoulder.

Kee'tch'ka, meanwhile, is hovering around behind his Mistress, at a loss of what else to do.

Kadi looks left, right, up, down, sideways, and sighs. "I don't see the medical folks, do you?" she frets. Fluffy woofs, staying by her side. "Ax, is that datapad okay? Did it get any of that goop on it?" she asks, since she has a moment.

Anisho just lays there like a rag doll, the signs of life very faint. A journey inside that mind may tell a different story but it's one for another day. Either way, there is safety in lying in the puddle of filth on firm duracrete. The fact that she is even alive at all given all the injuries and what just occurred, is telling of an immense willpower to survive as those vitals just keep on going, for some reason or another. She'll definitely owe all those involved in the rescue a bit of restitution, especially Rheisa.

The discarded crimson cape of his armor is picked up, and Ax drapes it over Rheisa's shoulders for her wrap herself in. Looking to Kadi, he shrugs. "It seemed fine, it's in the bag with the armor. Didn't think you'd want it until it was cleaned off." After all, it had fallen into the sewer, even if it did only land on the ledge. "Hopefully it won't take Wodi long to secure us a ride. You mind flying the speeder back to the hangar, babe?" he asks. "It's a lot like flying your ship, just a little faster and more responsive, and it can't break atmo."

Speaking of Wodi, it's only a few minutes before a speeder comes screaming into the air above them, slamming to a halt. "Shut up, already! And yes! I /have/ flown before, you jerk," Wodi scream at somebody as the speeder slowly lowers to the duracrete, its repulsorlifts winding down. The hatch flips open to reveal a very upset Dug and a very handsome Wodi engaged in a slap-fight.

In the distance, silent flashes of light whip between buildings as the public servants finally closes in on their position. How decent the emergency response team is in the Hutt district and where they might take these two drowned gals is anyone's guess.

Rheisa burrows into the cape, knotting her fingers into possessive fists 'round it. Chin on knees, she's able to hide entirely inside, save for her face as the montrals tent up a hood around it. It's a short-lived moment of warmth before she feels a twinge of guilt so opens it back up, scoots back to the bloody heap of a Twi'lek and exerts probably more effort than a normal person might require to haul Ani's upper half into her lap. The cape folds back up, enveloping 1.5 of them.

Kadi swallows, eyes going wide. She looks at Ax, their air speeder, then at Wodi and the Dug, and then to Rheisa and whoever is also covered in shit. "I - " Swallow. "I can," Kadi says resolutely. Slowly! She can't find anything else to say as her gaze is drawn inexorably back to Wodi and the slap fight. But the sound of the incoming public servants has her frown. "That - took far too long for my liking. Ax, we should maybe get out of here?" she offers. Even if it means she has to face her own fears and try flying that speeder, which she looks at now as though it might grow a tail and horns, and carry a pitchfork.

"We got a choice," Ax says, in his underwear, "I think maybe we should take them to the Soul. The locals on their way aren't the ones I called, guess inter-district politics got in the way." Looking towards the speeder, "Wodi, give me a hand," he calls out as he moves to pick the Twi'lek up to carry her aboard. "Tell the Dug I'll pay him well for the use of his speeder," he adds.

"Let's get her to our hangar, the droid in the med bay is one of the best available, we'll see if we can get a hold of Maeve along the way, but not sure she's even on the moon." He looks to Kadi. "You'll do fine, babe. It's easier to fly than a star ship," he lies. Of course, it's a military-grade air speeder, so even if she does bump into something, it's not likely she'll get hurt.

"I don't speak Dug," Wodi says, flopping out of the speeder as the small alien pushes him, before jumping atop the smuggler and wailing at him some more. Wodi finally gets his bearings and slaps the Dug away, gesturing to the two wounded women before pointing to the alien's speeder. The Dug notes the situation and submits, grumpily, tiny little arms crossing as he looks over the proceedings.

Wodi stands up from the ground and brushes himself off, moving to help Ax carry the wounded.

Anisho is flung about, not like she is going to get worse... unless she falls out of the back of the air speeder while it's moving.

Kadi looks over at Rheisa's protocol droid, a brow arching. "Does the protocol droid - Key-teechka - do you speak Dug?" she asks, seeing if that helps any. She then nods to Ax, taking a deep breath. "I'll give it my best shot," she says with a big smile. "C'mon, Fluffy. We'll meet you back at the hangar." That said, Kadi gets aboard the air speeder that they arrived in, closes it up, and heads out.

"I may be of assistance," Kee'tch'ka offers, coming forward to stand alongside the speeder and gesture at Wodi and the Dug. Belatedly, of course, as it looks like the Dug is already submitted. "Chicka alen doda dai speden. Moochota credits," he repeats Wodi's pointing before pointing to Ax. Evidently Ax is offering to pay the Dug well!

Reluctantly, Rheisa relinquishes her stray find to Wodi and the stranger's speeder. She sways to her feet, eyelids heavy and color not looking so hot beneath that layer of slime. There's some pulpy pieces of trash still stuck to her rear headtail but she doesn't seem to give a rat's ass. If she even notices.

After getting the Twi'lek on board the speeder, Ax instinctively reaches for his cred chip, but he's not wearing pants now, and goes to the bag where his armor is. He opens a side pouch and pulls out the emergency chit with the survival kit and hands it to the Dug. "There, that should cover expenses," he says, then he's moving to the controls of the speeder, the cred-chip having more than enough to buy two of the vehicles. "I'll fly," he says to Wodi, and with everyone aside from Kadi aboard, he's getting the vehicle ready to depart just as the emergency crews arrive on scene. "Rheisa, keep an eye on your friend, I'll get her to some help."

Wodi Corcer climbs back into the speeder and disengages the mag-lock on his jetpack, moving it to sit on the floor of the speeder between himself and Ax. He settles back into his chair and says, "Go nuts, boss." The smuggler leans back in his chair, legs crossing at the ankles.

Rheisa stares down at the Twi'lek she gets squashed along beside. There's not exactly a show of attachment between the two - her expression remaining rather blank as she ponders the origin of all these wounds. One finger lifts before inching forward to squelch into the tear she accidentally made in Anisho's shoulder and plugging up the still oozing hole. There. All better.

Wodi's lean back in his chair konks lightly against Rheisa's right montral. No sign of precognition there, or she simply can't be bothered

"If Sesti is around, though we don't see much of her anymore. She and Jax went off to join the Resistance," Ax says as he pilots the speeder with expert precision through the flight paths towards Parmacs. "And Maeve, well she's been MIA as well, probably helping them out as well."

Resistance? Rheisa considers this, wracking her brain to think back to the day they - the three of them - Sesti, Jax, Gaarurra - left. Gaar had told her they were just going on a trip, to be away for awhile. But he'd never come back. Is this why? Were Sesti and Jax also disappeared forever?

This 'Soul' they are being whisked away to will feel very void of one without her furry bunk mate. The Togruta visibly wilts a little, beneath the weight of that cape.