Log:Food for the Flotilla

Food for the Flotilla

OOC Date: April 19, 2020
Location: Bonadan System
Participants: Yari(GM), Aryn Cole, Ban Iskender, Elrych Cometburn, Vhe Tenara, Jax Greystorm, Sesti Greystorm, Zul Gradnk, Nova Korell, Barad

Your exit from hyperspace plops you into the outskirts of the Bonadan system. That yellow, barren ball rests at a distance, orbited by two moons as it twirls on its axis and makes all that industry go 'round and around and around... Cargo transports come and go in a never-ending stream, wading through a debris field of their own industrial waste. From this distance they are but insignificant specks.

The purrgil think so, too, even when those ships stray into their path of migration. Which might explain why there are sooo many calls regarding the wandering giants being broadcast from the system. A call to arms.

Bad news for the Purrgil still lingering here on the fringes.

Useless news for the lifeless YT-1930 transport bumped along between rubbery hides of the space-swimmers. Swept up in the swarm. Intentionally? Accidentally? Monstrous eyes the size of hoversleds gaze unblinkingly ahead, seemingly unconcerned with the metal disc or the plight of the organics trapped inside. Cept for the Purrgil currently rubbing its bulbous melon against the sunlight engine. Her eyes are squinted closed for the duration of this brief, blissful backstratch.

So. What a plight it must be! Any attempts to hail the craft are met by silence. Small pieces of the exterior are scattered about like plankton in this cosmic sea. The degree of damage is visible, but 'Rowdy Rockhopper' more or less holds together. The sensor dish is dangling by threads of conduit. Waving au revoir to any hopes of communication.

(With Rockhopper)

There is SOME form of communication happening, but it travels through space without aid of manmade constructs. Bellows and whistles, generating extreme frequencies, pass between the Purrgil. Cavernous groans ebb and flow with the passing of the swarm. They are a chatty bunch, it would seem. Lots of comm interference.

What bits do break through the Purrgil static indicate that an extermination taskforce is assembling within orbit. It won't be long before this peaceful scene is transformed into unpredictable violence on a grand scale. A necessary evil, many spacers would agree, but it means that there isn't much time to retrieve that flotilla ship.

Although the experience for the biologicals inside the little freighter is probably anything but cuddly, Sesti can't help a little grin at the blissful, half closed, eyes of the purrgil that used it as a scratching post. Perhaps that is the reason her fingers don't quite find the proper buttons as she inwardly indulges in the 'awwww' of the creature's antics. She shakes her head, "I cannot get a reading for life signs," she tells her husband. "Can you find anything?"

Aryn is in the cockpit area of Elrych's large vessel, the Fair Mynock. Having emerged from hyperspace at the call of the Flotilla, the Doctor found herself curious as to how they might help. Finding space-faring creatures the cause of distress had Aryn scratching her head in thought. "Elrych.. got scans for you. That looks like the vessel we're looking for. Does your ship have anything that might help with this scenario. This looks... sticky.."

Aryn peers out the canopy, squinting a bit before returning to the computer to type some more.

"Scans are showing lifesigns aboard the ship at least.. "

It looks like local space is crowded here, both with ships and with... things that aren't ship! Monitoring local traffic via the ship's computer of the /Good Deal/, Zul's YV-666 freighter, R2 unit Jammer reports the massive, spacegoing lifeforms as Purrgil.

At the gun turret controls, sweeping the space around the Purrgil for the missing ship with sensor scanning beams, Nova Korell taps her communicator button. <Salvage Flight, this is /Good Deal/... confirm /Mynock's/ sensor readings: That's our ship, all right! It looks like their commo dish is DX'ed. If we can get close, we could try to raise them if they have personal comlinks. But we'll have to get that Purrgil away from it first.>

Zul Gradnk is sitting behind the Controls of the Good deal, proud at her museum piece of her fllightsuit, grinning as she looks at the controls "Right.... looks like what we might look for." she mutters, tilting her head "You good on the controls there, Miss Korell?" she wonders, as her droid beeps "Keep an eye on them, watch the turrets please. This thing is maneuverable, but compared to a fighter we are a brick still."

As the Painted Guardian reverts to real space, Jax slides the throddle to a slower speed. He lets out a whistle, "That's a lot of Purgill. This is not good." He looks to Exine, "See buddy just a whole lot of Adventure from safe inside the cockpit." The little droid beeping at Jax. Then he looks at scanner, "Yeah there's people inside the ship and that's our ship." Jax moving up in formation with the Fair Mynock and the Good Deal, <Greystorm here in the Painted Guardian. You guys don't need me confirming what you know. The question is how do we get them out without hurting the Purgiil?>

Ban Iskender stands behind the Fair Mynock's co pilot seat, leaning one hand on the back of the chair and shakes his head with a slow exhale. "Quite the puzzle. I know little of such beasts: if startled, are they likely to crush the vessel we intend to save?" he asks of the more knowledgeable spacers sharing the cockpit.

Elrych was in the Command Chair of the YZ-775. It was just smaller than a Corellian Gunboat and looked like one too, with the cononical bridge. He was wearing his Void Armor, just incase he needed to do any boarding operations or salvaging... or if the worst were to happen and combat ensued. He turns his head, looking towards the sensor report Aryn sends him from her console. "Herm... I don't think I've ever dealt properly with the Purrgil. I mean, Mynock's gota a big rear, going to be tough getting through there without pissing them off... Could power up the turrets... or electrify the hull to keep them from touching us." In true Jedi fashion, he was doing his best to think about all life involved... at least in this case. Things were different on Rori the other day. He hits the comm, <<"Could electrify the hull... like a giant metal elctro prod. Discourgage them from getting too curious.">> He suggest before looking to Ban, "It's possible."

Ooooooouup....poup..poup

Goes the Purrgil. Only a fraction of the sonic communication will be audible to the beings piloting these movile loofas, aka spaceships, but it's enough to admire. Sail-like fins ripple lazily along either side of the beasts - ten meters or so of flapflap while equal or more length of tentacles pulse behind. Effortless propulsion. The swarm roll and dip, turning ever more toward the vastness of deep space.

The Rockhopper tumbles along in their wake, spinning slowly nose over tail without thrusters engaged to stabilize. The portside cargo pod is a tiny be askew. Not entirely detached, but the retractor beam ain't workin, so it's up to the maglocks. The little headbump from that itchy Purrgil might not have helped.

As for those itchy Purrgil, well....they've spied the new arrivals. You. Conveniently on their way, wherever it is they're going. One of them seems keen on investigating.

Sesti knows this is not the time to try and help her husband, and she leans back in her co-pilot's seat touching nothing. It gives her an unparalleled view of the huge bodies through the canopy above her. "Unbelievable," she breathes in awe, able to admire them due to Jax's excellent piloting keeping them so safe. However, as they pass by, and she notes them headed in a certain direction, she sits up against her restraints. She toggles communications with the other ships. <<Heads up, folks. The Purrgil do have hyperspace capabilities, so try not to fly in front of any, you do not want them hyperspacing through you.>>. She pauses, her eyes narrowing as she thinks, then she takes in a breath, "that is it..." She opens communications again. <<Keep a watch on their tentacles. They start to glow when the pod is getting ready to jump.>>

Aryn has taken her seat at the sensor station listening to Elrych speak about the capabilities of his ship. "I'm not so sure. When you jump start an animal's defense mechanism, it is hard to reverse it. We are at a slight disadvantage here; so far as to handle this without harming these creatures." Aryn takes a deep breath and focuses a moment. She draws on the memories of her captivity with a tribe of beast masters who sought to use their beasts to kill the ship crew. Back then, Aryn had used the Force without realizing it, calming the beasts and keeping them from her.

Now she tried to use her command of the Force to influence a similar result; to impart basic impulses upon the creatures to ward them away from the ships.. but it was a great deal of strain and effort. Aryn's head ended up hurting as a result.

Massaging the bridge of her nose, she points.

"Oh.. my head.."

<That might be a tall order; we seem to be in their path. Suggest evasive maneuvers,> Nova replies, tracking the freighter-rubbing Purrgil with the YV's guns. <And remember those commo calls earlier... we're going to have a lot of bad news incoming before long. If that hunting pack comes in hot, bothered, and blazing away, the Purrgil aren't the only ones who'll be in trouble.>

Zul Gradnk winces, pulling the ship up, just so dodging the pod which was about to catch her "Korrell, watch the pods. Finger on the trigger." she requests "I would like to be ready for you to shoot them." she says in a voice she isn't all too comfortable in flying in combat, trying to evade to the best of her ability

Jax presses on a rudder as he pulls back on the stick. The ship rolling gracefully out of the way of one of the Purgil. <Whoa there big fella. I am not a scratching post.> Exine furiously working on the Inertial Dampners to keep it from feeling topsy turny in his ship. He looks at Sesti, "Stay out of their front and away from the Tenticles. Check."

Ban Iskender frowns in thought at Elrych's answer, considering the massive beasts as the Corellian pilot keeps them from becoming so much flotsam when a purrgil wafts closer. He looks sharply aside to Aryn when the doctor complains of a pained head, confusion turning to dawning comprehension at her strain. "I see," he murmurs, drawing and releasing a slow breath, before letting eyes go closed and reaching out with his senses toward the nearest behemoth. For long moments he is still and silent, sweat visibly beginning to bead and drip down his brow as he projects a.. not a message, more of a feeling, hoping the beast will spread it among its kindred better than he could. *The pack is in danger. This space is not safe. Scatter and flee. Save the pack, scatter and flee. Escape* Aloud he voices through audible strain, "Master Cometburn, please bid all ships move for distance from the creatures."

"Yeah no kidding..." Elrych mentions to Aryn as he keeps an eye on the Ships sensors and gauges. He makes minor adjustments here and there, opening himself up to the Force so he can better see the Animals around him, and thus react to it. "Alright, well. Reguardless, we're going in." The Mynock's thrusts spring to life at a quarter speed towards their target, angling between some of the large creatures. The Corellian glances to Aryn once more, having felt her reach out. "Yeah... tried that on Ossus with some big beast... even Rey had trouble with the small one. Keep trying, it might help and you might learn something new." A smirk is given to the doctor as he goes back to focusing on the flight. <<"Got it...">>

There's a double take to Ban, "Well yeah... oh you..." He presses the comm, <<"Ah best steer clear of them, they might be jumping soon. At least some.">> He then takes heed of the warning and pilots away from the beasts.

Having had to fight with her armor to get it on, Vhe is late to the bridge but feels the sudden tilt that is taken to avoid the Purrgil. Her hand goes to the back of Elrych's chair and firmly holds tight. Spreading her stance further, the initiate glances down to Ban. She stares for a moment at the large creatures just outside in the vastness of space. "Those are...beautiful." There is a crooked smile on her lips. "Seen them once before. She steps back and finds herself a chair just in case a quick move needs to be made.

Strapping herself in she tightesn the restraint down and leans out to get a better look to the extent that she can.

Inquisitive barbels so dark they almost blend with the inkiness of space pass just meters away from the Fair Mynock's hull. Nosey Nelly emits a squealing hiss so highpitched that nails on a chalkboard would sound more appealing. If you could hear it. The call resonates among the swarm, causing all others to go silent.

Cept for the Purrgil king. A devastatingly low sonic bellow answers Nosey Nelly from somewhere in the abyss. Where the heck has he been this whole time? Already a great span ahead of the swarm, invisible in silhouette, save for the faint, crescent glows pulsating along the tentacles' ventral edge. Green lights in the darkness.

One monstrous eye rolls in its socket to track Fair Mynock's veer away and 'Nelly' mirrors the motion. The Purrgil are gaining speed, parting like a sea to avoid these small obstacles moving around them. A glimpse is all that remains for those steering the crafts. Gentle giants, so close your fingertips can imagine the texture of that skin.

And then they are gone. Their shapes disappeared from the sensors in an instant and a flash of green. Behold...the original hyper travel. Fueled by Clouzon-36.

All that remains now is the floundering YT-1390 and who, or what, is still alive inside.

"It is glowing," Sesti points out in a low voice, pointing up ahead at the King Purrgil. Then her hands drop to her handrests, and she smiles over to Nelly, despite the horrid sound. "Safe travels," she tells the purrgil, just before they all streak out. She takes a deep breath, holds it, then exhales in awe. Turning to Jax she grins, "well, it should be easier to get to the freighter," she says. "No huge, unpredictable, animals to dodge."

"Well done, Ban. You're growing stronger each day." Aryn commends from her seat though her hand is still upon her forehead, massaging gently for the strain of trying to reach out and fail was painful. She tried to center herself, and steady her breathing. Slow and steady. The pain was beginning to ebb away.

<Wait... you said glowing means they're about to... /whoa/!> Nova exclaims in alarm, watching the massive space pests jump away. <Now there's an eye-opener, and no mistake. And we're clear to begin salvage and rescue!>

/Good Deal/ swoops in close to the tumbling YT, standing off a few thousand yards away. Nova activates her wrist-mounted comlink, hooking it into the ship's commo board to broadcast on all frequencies. <To the crew of the /Rowdy Rockhopper/... this is Salvage Flight. We're here to help. If you can hear us, reply on frequency 116, personal comlinks. Repeat, we are here to help you.>

Ban Iskender's eyes remain closed throughout the Fair Mynock's maneuverings, only starting to crack open when he senses some communication passing between the purrgil, and a wave of dizziness passes through him. Gripping the copilot's chair to keep from falling over, he grunts in quiet pain, "Hrm.. rekk," raising a hand to touch his temples and cover his eyes. "I.. must sit," he notes aloud. The gentleman doesn't look like he'll be of much use in the immediate future. "My thanks.. for the kind words.. my Lady," he manages to Aryn.

"You would think, though the spin is still going to make this hard." Jax says to Sesti, "YOu might want to buckle in." Jax says as he looks back to Exine, "keep fiddiling with that Inertial Dampiner." Jax says as he moves to fly towards the ship, <Going for the Starboard boarding dock, Fair Mynock.> Though as Jax spins the ship try to sync them up, his timing is way off. Exine snickering in the background and Jax abboarts before he gets a cargo pod into the side of his ship.

Elrych turns his head back as Vhe comes in, "There she is. Yeah it's a sight isn't it... heard of 'em, never seen 'em." He watches as the Purggil spin up and then jump away, "Wicked..." He murmers before hearing the all clear from Nova, <<"Roger that, Moonbeam... Coming up on the Port then, Painter Warrior. If you miss, I'll try to slow it down.">> He clears his throat and starts in on approach. "Eggsy, plug in and give me a rotation calculation and then a thruster burn calculation to negate the spin, yeah?" His R2 Unit beeps and goes to plug into a socket. "Everyone... take a break, relax... it's about to get interesting. Smoke 'em if you got 'em and strap in." Flipping a switch here and there he comes in on top of the spinning vessel and then, starts to match it. The Inertial Dampners keep up, but the view outside is likely dizzying for those not used to flying at extreme speeds or maeuvers. Suddenly, there's a clank... thene a latch sounds. THe computer gives him a positive contact. "Eggsy, start the burn..." THe Mynock's engines roar to life. The whole ship shutters.

Glancing between Ban and Aryn, Vhe arches a brow. "I feel like I missed something." As the creatures disappear into hyper travel, she gives out a long breath as she settles back into her seat. Nothing to do but await their approach. She watches as they approach closer to the ship drifting in space, a brow arching furitively before leans forward. "Do you need anything from me?" Not that Vhe can operate a ship presently, but she does however attempt to be helpful. "You okay Doctor? Ban?"

Elrych of course popped in some tunes as soon as he was angling in on the spinning YT. It really helps his work flow.

Some notes of static answer back to Nova's Good Deal. <<-i-i-is--ock-opper>> <<I-in-n-nal---ampeners re-e-e-set. Exter-r-al---rcoms not resp-p-p-onding>>

Oof. Whoever is still conscious and speaking must have had one hell of a ride, if they've just now restored a sense of equilibrium to the interior.

<<W---shappening?>> The Rockhopper is mated with Fair Mynock. Gorgeously. The pair's waltz begins to slow as Mynock's thrusters counter the Rockhopper's spin and before long, it's possible to see which way is 'up' again. So to speak. Out here in space, there are infinite angles of 'up'. Orientation aside, our formerly whirling dervish is stable. A much easier target for docking now that Elrych's sublight engine is steering them both.

Sesti checks the straps over her shoulders, and makes sure nothing has come loose, then blinks and clamps her mouth shut against the spin and maneuvers. When she can speak again, sure that she's not going to lose anything, she turns her head slightly to the sniggering droid. "You could go back to Kadi's workshop and sit around doing nothing," she tells Exine. She looks out the port. "It looks like Elrych was successful."

"We attempted to commune with the Purrgil," Aryn explains, her senses returning to her. Looking to Vhe, she manages a crooked smile. "I was not successful but Ban was. He convinced the group to leave, but at a great cost.. It can hurt the mind to strain so hard for a connection."

Aryn politely waves no. "No thank you, I think I'm good now.." Aryn brushes her cape aside to pull out an applicator and search for the right capsule for head/pain relief. Loading it, she injected herself and sighed. She raises a hand for Vhe to help her up... steady steeeeeeeeeeeeeady. "Ban, would you like something for the pain?"

"Good flying, Elrych. That was something!" Aryn is still holding the side of her head for the moment.

Nova winces, seeing Jax's /Painted Warrior/ nearly collide with the /Rowdy Rockhopper/. Elrych's mini-corvette makes a better approach. <Nice work! Their flying's not nearly so ugly now,> she congratulates him over the ship's commo. <I've got traffic from the /Rockhopper/; they're alive in there! I'll hold out here and play liaison for the moment. Don't want any of us getting shot trying to get on board.>

She activates the personal comlink again. </Rockhopper/, don't be alarmed. That's one of our ships. He's linking up and stabilizing you for rescue efforts. If your airlock works, can you get it open for him? If not, let us know. We'll handle it from there. Just stay frosty... we're working as fast as we can.>

"I'm accustomed to hearing a markedly different context for smoking, master Cometburn," Ban returns to the pilot, voice wry but kept low, finding discomfort in excessive volume. Green eyes go closed once again as Elrych fills the cabin with music. Slow exhale. "Anything you can recommend, good doctor," he notes to Aryn. "I feel compelled to lie down."

Jax shakes his head, "It's alright. I should have been able to do that." Jax lines up and effortly links on the other side of little ship from the Fair Mynock. <Thank you for the assist Fair Mynock. You made that look text book. I'll be sending a boarding party unless you have a problem Mynock. Look forward to seeing folks inside.> He looks at Exine, "Alright stay here and keep the ships sablized." Then he looks to Sesti, "Lets go see if the neighbors need help."

Elrych monitors the slowing spin rate on the display in front of him. His head turns, looking back to Vhe as she asks her question. Aryn explains though. "Yeah... those new skills can be a doozy if you havn't had the practice. Good work Ban..." He turns down the music slightly, but keeps it going. <<"Spin's coming to a head, should be good for you to dock Painted Warior... No Problems here.">> He turns around in his Captain's chair and looks at the others. "Are we all okay do go down to the hatchway? Yamo can take over the Conn."

Now that they have stopped spinning and the initial jerk of the ship is over, Vhe is quick to depress the buckle and step out of her retraint to help Aryn up. The initiate rises quickly and a firm hold is given to the doc. Her head turns and she glances over Ban, making a face. "I see..well it is good that you both tried. I had not even considered it but then I would likely not have done any good." She nods to Ban in silent thanks before she helps guide her closer if need be or even help her to sit back down. "I am good, El." Vhe offers.

"We may need the Doctor."

<<St--r-rboard unrespo-o-o-onsive. P-p-port tube unlo-ock---ng now.>> Because what choice do they have? Weapons systems are online but structural damage to the dorsal quad turret means it's useless. And any turret is useless if your enemies outnumber and you can't manuever away.

They must exist on a hope and a prayer. Even still, the ventral quad turret swivels. Partially. A sad attempt at puffing up their feathers and reclaiming some show of strength and resiliance.

<<D-d-don't t-t--nything f-f-u-nny.>> These people are built Kijimi tough.

The portside airlock swivels and clunks, followed by the sound of hissing air release and equalization. The way is open. The greeting party is grim - one human male crumpled on the deckplating. Their maglock boots activated, at some point, anchoring one foot to the bulkhead and the other to the deck. Their skull is crushed over the right eye socket. A smear of blood marks point of impact on bulkhead, but several other blots suggest the body was sent tumbling before the boots found purchase.

Following either port or star corridors forward will bring the boarding party to the cockpit, which is centrally located between mandibles. Heading aft a short ways offers a cut into the lounge, where a quiet moaning can be heard. Further aft leads to cargo.

Sesti is getting her med pac and gear together as Jax passes her to open the starboard hatch for her. She gives him a little smile as she passes him. "Thank you." Coming from Starboard, she isn't immediately greeted by bashed skull, but she sees the splashes of blood about before the sound of pain draws her eyes to seek the source. She finally notices the legs sticking out from under the table, and then the hand that reaches up and tries to pull the body upright. "Do not try to move," she says in her firm, soothing command of doctor voice. "I am Dr. Greystorm with the New Republic. We are here to help you." She is around the table, and kneeling down, reaching into her med pac to automatically grab what she needs. "Just stay still, we have your ship stabilized. We are going to take care of you."

"I'll remain here with Ban." Aryn says, turning back to the other two Jedi. "If there's need for me on board, just let me know by comms. Seeing the Painted Warrior, I suspect Dr. Sesti is aboard. She'll be able to handle whatever ails the crew." Aryn says with a wave. "Thank you for the help, Ms. Vhe."

To Ban, Aryn offers her shoulders, tossing his arm over them. "Come with me, Ban. I'll get you sorted out." A comical grunt is issued from the youthful blonde, but she begins to aid Ban from leaving the Fair Mynock's bridge to find a place to rest. These two Jedi were out of the fight.

<I repeat, /Rockhopper/, we're here to help you,> Nova replies to the wary voice. <Our people are coming on board now. Just stay calm over there. We're going to get you out of this.>

She switches to the ship's com, as the /Good Deal/ maneuvers to dock with the /Fair Mynock/. <Elrych, we'll have to take advantage of your docking port to be of any help. How are we doing over there, guys? Keep me in the loop: These people are not happy campers. They've had one heck of a scare, and we're not too far out of pirate territory.>

Jax makes his way to the airlock. Then checking the seal, "It's proper." He says to himself, "I think they got structure damage. Then with some quick work Jax starts to enter codes and adjust computer stuff trying to manualy complete the aircycle. Exine bleating a taunt from the cockpit, "NOo... I got it." Then there's a click and a hiss, "See I got it." The airlock cycling. Then he follows Sesti on the ship. <Nova, let them know Dr. Greystorm and I have boarded the ship.>

"Alright, thanks for your help so far..." Elrych says as he stands, moving to one of the consols on his way over towards Vhe. <<"YAMO! You got the Conn!">>

The young wipper snapper, who's probably not much younger than Elrych himself, comes running down from his gunwell and up to he bridge to switch out with the Jedi. "Keep her warm, we might be taking on some refugees." One more comm to Nova, <<"Feel free to link up Moonbeam, Yamo's got the conn and the others are at battlestations just incase.">> He gives a warm smile to Vhe. "Ready?" He puts on his helmet, looking ot make sure his black and gold trimmed saber is hooked to his belt, then moves towards the Docking hatch. Once through, he keeps his senses high. <<"Hello... Jedi here to help! We're with the people at the other Docking port. They've a Doctor."

Watching the two others walk off, Vhe shifts nervously as she steps up bedside El. "Well then...lets hope everything goes as planned. Ready as I can ever be," she remarks and reaches to her hip to unclip her helmet. She tugs it on and seals it into place before following after Cometburn. She glances back into the Mynock before the hatch closes behind them and she turns about to quickly find their lovely greeter upon entering. <"That was not a pleasant way to go."> She comments a bit unsteadily as she passes him by.

But they have the living to see to an dshe glances at the group. <"I am going to head into the cargo and see if anyone else needs help."> She upnods to the others as she starts to redirect herself that way not particularily helpful when it comes to healing.

Lights flicker now and again, but it seems that Rockhopper's life support system is still online. Backup power, no doubt. In the lounge, there's a proper mess littering the floor, walls, ceiling. Food, broken bottles, a handful of dice and bits of trash. The flotilla folk are poor, but they know how to have a good time. The messy scene depicts that jubilant moment. Whatever happened in hyper must have caught them offguard.

<<...>> The comm keys silence for a moment, then <<I h-e-e-ar you.>> More silence. The turret remains unmoved for now, but a good visual would show no body in the pod.

"UP HERE" Calls a voice from the fore. Probably in the pit. Sounds like a woman. It IS a woman. A Kessurian, to be precise, sporting some bruises to go with her spots. She sits in the captain's chair. Sprawled across the flight display beside her is a behemoth of a copilot - a Besalisk. Four arms are useful in flight, but right now two of them, plus the big guy's sagittal crest are smashed through the holo projector and endangering the nearby navcomp. He might be breathing, but he is not moving.

The starboard cargo pod is still firmly secured in place, easily accessed. The port pod is going to require a little extra UMPH to force the door, on account of bumped pod.

The contents of the starboard pod are....alive. Mostly. Some hooves and horned heads and shaggy arses are bent at impossible angles that can't bode well for the beasts, but by some miracle, the majority of those Olai, Tee-muss, Cracian thumpers, and nerf are alive, if only a touch irate. Bellowing and snorting and kicking within the loose confines of their rigging. Slings, to be precise, keeping them in orderly alignment of rows. Orderliness aside, the smell is absolutely ahite. Literally.

Also also....there's the matter of the fowl. They uh....some of them are loose.

"Alright," Sesti says, after a little bit, having encouraged the hand to come down from the table so she could treat the wounded. "You have some well cracked ribs, but they should be alright. I will have them set in..." she moves the bone set over the man's side, and then she nods, putting her tools back into her kit. "Here, let me help you to sit up. Do not try to do it yourself right now." She puts an arm under the shoulder and the other across his back and levers him to sitting, then up to the bench beside the table. "Here," she reaches into the extra satchel she's carrying and pulls out a bottle of water and packet of crackers. "Take it slowly."

Jax cracks a grin and gives Elrych a slaute, "Master Jedi." As he sees the young Corellian jedi knight. "I'm thinking that sending my R2 unit might be more help than I am able too with ship repairs. You want to go talk to the captain?" He looks to Sesti, "Is there anything you need me to do?" At that moment a goose attacks the back of Jax's leg just above his boot, "Gah." THen he turns reaching to try to catch the fowl missing it.

Vhe gets to that attached pod and to be sure all is well she hits the keypad as the doors WOOSH open. It is not just a woosh but the cluck and cry of fowls now given free rein of the ship. <"AHHHHH! UGH WHAT!? KRIFF!"> She sounds like she's been attacked as one flies up towards her face in a flurry of feathers and wings. A side step to the side has her back hitting the entryway as her helmet fogs with her quick heavy pants of panic. Once she sees the thing land and begin to trot off she gets her wits about her. It takes her a moment, hand going to her heart.

<"Nothing..it was nothing...just...loose cargo."> She stills ounds a little harried and is turning about to try to reach for the one when she misses it and watches another just stride right out of the bay between her legs. <"Ths is why we never transported living things...stars!"> She sounds very annoyed as she reaches out for the one closest to her that just made its escape. She misses. There might be a growl.

Elrych is blissfully un aware of Vhe's problem... okay maybe he was aware. He stopped on his way to the bridge after having a breif exchange with Jax, having felt her innitial surprise. He caugh glimpse and just laughed a little before continuing on. Once on he bridge, the armored Jedi looks about, noticing the state the two are in. <<"Need a medic on the bridge...">> He comms, before moving over to attempt to comfort the two. <<"We've got medical attention on the way. We'll get you back up and running and back to the Flotilla in no time.">>

Barad makes his appearance, having finally finagled the tricky tandem docking procedure. (Klatooinians not being galaxy - renowned for their piloting skills after all, it might fairly be said.) Barad trundles through the airlock, medkit in tow, to be greeted by a cacophony of clucking from some location he can't see. Hm. Still, <<"Need a medic on the bridge...">> is pretty unambiguous and not at all confusing, so, it's onward - and - upward. Barad sighs and heads that way, trusting the mysterious noises will sort themselves out in all due course. . .

"I'm fine," the Kesaurian pilot brusquely shoves/bats anyone attempting to touch her and slooowly disentangles from her own harness before reaching out to lay a hand on the nearest limb of her copilot. "He's not. And neither is this ship. All engine function is scrap. We jumped right after the 'Fortune' but..." shaking her head, she sits back down and puts a hand to her head. Maybe she's not fine. "never saw what hit, just we were knocked off course. One hell of a ride, could make out Bonadan's glow, but...not much else. I mean. Aside from the Purrgil."

It'd be hard to miss something THAT huge nosing around your ship. "I thought we were dead." She smiles weakly and tries to stand again. "We gotta get this ship back online And on course. Flotilla /needs/ this cargo. And I'm not leaving without it." Said with a meaningful pat to her sidearm, even as she wobbles.

The fowl are FuRIOUS. Furious and flapping. All around the ship now. Several escape past Vhe in the kerfluffle and go squawking and whistling up and down the corridors, desperate to be anywhere but here.

Barely has Sesti settled her patient at the bench when there's a sudden flurry of feathers. "Yhasu..." she mutters, then gives a sharp yelp as one tangles in her braids. She tries to reach back and get it out, but she's unable to get purchase, and, after more honking and flapping of wings, the fowl manages to tear itself away (literally) and flap on. Sesti rubs her hand at the back of her head, swearing copiously under her breath in Iridonian.

Jax picks up his comlink, <Exine, make your way to the ship and start with repairs.> The goose bitting him again after getting past Sesti. "Patients Dr. Greystrom, we have other things to do other than chase fowl." He says choosing to ignore the annoying bird. Then he watches Exine zip past and starting to work on a power converter. Then there's a squeel from the droid and he goes flying back towards Jax. Jax raises his hand and the droid comes to a halting stop just infront of him. "Exine, I don't think that was the right Power ConVERTER." The goose bit him again.

Barad follows the yellow . . . feather . . . road onto the stange ship and makes his way up to the bridge. Ah, yes. THAT's the problem he's qualified to fix. Much as it -would- be tempting to run around the ship chasing avians . . . And indeed, somwhere deep in the doggo portion of his ancestral DNA, 'something' wants him to go loping around the ship, tongue lolling out, barking his head off and chasking chickens. Ahem. Barad: "Focus," he tells himself. Barad does. Barad gently sort through the tangle of limbs and holo -screen and bits of this and shards of that. Slowly, but surely, he works to give First Aid to the copilot. A spray - splint on the top right arm, a Bacta Spray on the lacerations . . . and, after a medscan, follow up care!

Rushing after the two, Vhe misses the other that follows after her like its got a some place to be. She huffs out a breath inside her helmet and reaches out her hand when she gets near enough. AH HA! <"AH HA!"> Thought given voice she grips the smaller fowl and lifts it into the air just as Sesti yelps when the other - not the one Vhe chose to get - tangles itself in her curls. <"Whoops..."> she starts to walk the one she has back towards the cargo bay, a huff or two made as she muttesr about creatures.

She glances back to be sure that Sesti is no longer being attacked before she finds the correct placement for the thing. Now where...>

Elrych moves out of the way as Barad makes way to take care of the Co-Pilot, <<"I got someone coming now...">> He mentions to the Captain before speaking over the comms to his ship via helmet speaker. <<"Kristi, grab Eggsy... come over here and start working on these engines.">> He stars to move then, making his way to where Vhe had wandered off to. <<"Vhe? How's it going?">> He's almost upon the 'Zoo' likely able to hear the noises but not see what's going on just yet.

As he rounds the corner, seeing the others, and the feathers... he just looks upon them dumb founded... <<"Looks like I missed something fun...">>

Fortunately, Elrych, there is plenty of fun left to go around. The assorted game fowl will see to that.

The Rockhopper sustained some serious injury, but it is not a lost cause. With help from the salvage teams (hours) she is restored to 'good enough' functionality and will survive one more hyper jump. As resiliant as her crew. Those who survived, at least. Dr. Greystorm's patient in the lounge and doc Barad's in the 'pit are both stabilized enough to endure their dire situation a little longer and be transported to a more equipped medical facility.

"Thank you....for everything." The captain gives her saviors a final smile and nod after escorting each to their docking port. She politely pretends not to notice those sullied by feathers, goose nips, or dirty birdy splats. "Please. Meet us at Xyne station. Soon as we offload to the flotilla, we'll be happy to give you some compensation." A firm nod and hand offered in promise.