Log:Knights of Ren: Interlude: Unclean
There are some beings even Hoth cannot kill.
OOC Date: November 14, 2020
Location: Hoth
Participants: Bazine Netal, Imani, Malik Ren as Self/GM, Oozlevort, Syrus, Tamsin Cas, Knights of Ren
[Malik Ren]
The first tauntaun died earlier.
Waste-not-want-not, and they paused in the blizzard to chop it up with lightsabers and add the usable parts to the sledges pulled by the others. The weather had started out crisp and clear, but near the end of the first day of walking a storm rolled in fast. Wind that blows sideways and snow that cannot be avoided, ice that hits like daggers. Those who do not handle tauntauns particularly well are obliged to walk along with them on makeshift snowshoes, those who can manage them could ride for a bit, but even then after a while, the weather was too ferocious, the animals too burdened, and everyone had to walk.
There was no choice but to seek shelter, and that is where they are now, trapped in a cave system with the animals while the wind screams and howls outside. The surviving tauntauns are inside along with their human/near human companions, but the cave entrance is already completely sealed up with snow. It is late, and dark, and several small fires burn with the thin hope of keeping the Knights warm through the night. It isn't enough. It's freezing. Malik is still awake, keeping watch since he doesn't sleep anyway, and he is watching the sealed-up cave entrance with what looks like worry and misgiving. The wind makes eerie sounds as it passes the cave system, low haunted notes like a person blowing air across the top of a bottle.
[Syrus]
The Force works in mysterious ways. Latent abilities reside within the hearts of its chosen few, waiting for just the right moment to make themselves known. A flash of danger serves up as premonition to save a life, the ability to stop an oncoming air taxi with a wave of a hand, and the ability to bound inhuman lengths to safety. Perhaps it is because Iro'syrus is the Force's favored son that the onslaught of the blizzard has awoken in him the ability to mitigate the harsh winds that threaten to slice them to ribbons.
"This could very well prove to be folly. What was it? Seven days in harsh conditions?" Syrus asks, speaking loud enough to be heard over the howling gusts that continue just beyond the cave's mouth. He moves to stand next to Malik, his eyes set on the wall of snow that's left them trapped. "Or the rest of our lives in this hollow."
[Imani]
Imani has been doing her level best to keep a good attitude throughout this entire misadventure. She hasn't complained, she's trying to lend comfort to those who do, to exhibit patience when others lose their tempers, to be proverbial light where there is darkness. But this trip has been rough, the travel over land, rougher. Even she is smiling less by this point, though that may be due to exhaustion as much as anything. Even so, she has her limits, and evidently she reaches it juuuust when she tries to lift the canteen for a drink and the thing slips from her grasp. It hits the ground with a heavy thud, and without thought she snatches it up and for a moment her arm cocks back like she's going to throw the thing in a fit of temper, freezes in the act and closes her eyes. A count of five passes before she lets out a breath and relaxes her arm. "I am losing feeling in my hand."
[Tamsin Cas]
Tamsin, who had no skill with animals save in the few tricks of caring and feeding them that they had learned when they discovered them had walked without complaint. She did most things without complaint, either because it was simply her way to forge ahead, or because in this place every breath spent on a complaint was a breath wasted. She stopped when it was time to stop. She moved when it was time to move. When they had sought shelter in the cave she had helped to prepare such shelter as they had brought with them, eaten, again without complaint, and then wandered off, trying to plumb the immediate boundaries of their snow prison. Or perhaps she was just trying to keep moving, to keep her body functioning in this perpetual and pervasive cold. She was just coming back around from another circuit as she heard Imani's comment and she made her way in the other Knight's direction. "Let me see you hand," she offered, as she crossed the cave, mind already working as she weighed supplies against what could be done.
[Malik Ren]
It's warmer near Syrus, and Malik is not too proud to go stand closer to the big, tall Kiffar, like Syrus is a portable kerosene heater. "Seven days in harsh conditions," Malik confirms, and there's an undercurrent of quiet strain in his voice that suggests the amount of time already elapsed is weighing heavily on his mind. The whole group is currently sheltering overnight in a cave system, along with their tame(ish) Tauntauns, while a storm rages outside and has them trapped within. The overland journey to the Nightfall base is currently at pause due to night and blizzard. One of the tauntauns froze and died, so there is food.... not good food, but food. Imani has frostbite, which Tamsin is attempting to treat.
"Seven days in bad weather, and longer if we become lost, disoriented, injured, discover impassible terrain... or remain trapped here because of the storms," Malik continues, lifting an unhappy hand to rake fingers through his hair. "This might be folly, we might spend the rest of our lives in this hollow, and that might not be very long."
Malik looks up, startled, when Imani drops the canteen, and he seems slightly alarmed when their cheeriest member admits something's wrong. Tamsin is already on it, and it's to the doctor that Malik asks in a tense tone, "How bad is it?"
[Syrus]
"We've food enough to ride this out," Syrus says, looking back at Imani with some concern. It seems that Tamsin's got that well in-hand, however, so he doesn't spare the worry.
"To die in an attempt to keep on living is a far greater death than to sit around and wait for it," Syrus muses, his arms crossing over his chest. "But the seers have not seen our death in this awful place. The Order does not go that quietly."
[Imani]
The canteen is placed back on the ground near her feet, then Imani straightens and holds her left hand out to Tamsin. It's gloved. She pulls it back and removes the glove to reveal discoloration and other concerning signs of frostbite that climbs up higher than just her hand, likely extending to the arm that is still concealed by armor. "It's been tingling, but now I'm losing sensation," she explains. A look is shot over her shoulder to Malik and Syrus, looking more weary than cheery. "Sorry about that. Had a moment." A smile follows, it too looks pretty tired.
[Tamsin Cas]
Tamsin moved with her usual efficiency. Any aching or protests from her own body she ignored. That was, not to put too fine a point on it, her job. "The cold is insidious, and so is frostbite. I will need to see the other as well, when I am finished with this one." There was only the doctor's calm efficiency. She offered neither disparaging comment nor criticism. "If there was damage in one hand there might the beginnings of damage in the other. If you could remove your bracer," that would allow her to treat the entire injury. Bacta spray was removed from her pack, the liqui-gel instantly warming, as was its nature. Tamsin coated all of the skin she could find, while she waited for Imani to remove enough that she could see the extent of the injury. "We have caught it in time," Tamsin replied to Malik's question, not looking away from her work. "I will likely need to examine everyone. And I will need to work on redistributing what supplies I have left."
[Bazine Netal]
Bazine Netal isn't starving and she doesn't have frostbite. At least not so far. That doesn't mean that she's happy about their situation, of course. And fatigue is wearing on them all. "I agree that action is better than waiting." she declares, voice muffled by the masked helm. She wears it more for warmth than anything else at this point. Throughout this little... adventure... Bazine has weathered it all with quiet determination. Mostly quiet, anyway. "At least we're out of the wind, but having something to burn would be nice.> She pauses, then rises slowly. <Any objection to me exploring the caves?"
[Malik Ren]
"What seers?" Malik asks Syrus, looking up at him. Syrus is very tall, Malik is not very tall, they always appear the odd couple there. "What seers do we even have, other than you and me? Not that I have seen our death here... then again, I haven't seen our victory, either." Worried observation follows as Tamsin inspects Imani, some tension ebbing out of his frame when the Firrerreo doctor says they've caught everything in time. "Examine everyone," he confirms, "And don't accept protests that they're certain they're fine. Check them. It's too easy to miss numbness in this cold."
Arms folded, Malik looks toward Bazine at her question, and raises a brow. "No," he answers her, "Provided you allow the doctor to examine you before any of us go anywhere. That includes your ears." No one's ever seen her head! They still might not. But apparently ears must be inspected for frostbite, it's an order.
[Syrus]
"The ones that exist beyond our space and time, old friend," Syrus says, definitely not suffering from snow madness. "The universe was once laid bare to their eyes, and in its threads they saw only our conquest, sounded by the din of our blades striking true," the Kiffar adds, eyes set on the wall of snow before him.
He blinks slowly and turns back to Tamsin, awaiting her inspection of Imani.
[Imani]
Imani obliges the request made of her and uses her right hand to unfasten the bracer as requested. The frostbite continues up her arm, not so bad as to be irreversible, but not great either. She holds out the arm for treatment, bracer dangling from her other hand. "Alright," is her response to the request for seeing her other arm as well, letting the bracer slip from her fingers to clatter on the ground beside the canteen. She'll wait until the treatment is done on the left arm before trying to remove the gloves and armor from the right, this attempt is a lot more clumsy, demonstrating the degree of numbness in her poor frostbitten digits.
[Tamsin Cas]
Tamsin, once she had treated the left hand and forearm, tucked the spray away to allow her to help Imani remove the right. Her expression was stoic, her attention entirely focused on what she was doing. A second, but much finer coat was applies to the right arm, before she bent down to retrieve the armor, "I will help you dress," She turned, casting about for the bounds of the cave. She tipped her head in the direction of where some of the sledges had been arranged. It would have to do for privacy, "I will check you, and then, I suggest that you settle in to allow the bacta to do its work. As close to the fire or whatever source of warmth we can manage."
[Bazine Netal]
Bazine Netal's expression isn't seen behind the mask, but her shoulders slump and the slender woman's body language is unmistakable. No, there will be no checking of ears for frostbite. <My ears are fine.> she declares simply. Then she sits back down heavily and folds her arms. "I will submit to the examination, but only with the doctor." she declares.
[Malik Ren]
The ones that exist beyond our space and time. Right. Malik's brows draw together as he studies Syrus and his definitely not snow-madness for a moment or three. Eventually, he agrees, "Just so," and reaches out to clasp the Kiffar's forearm in solidarity before stepping away to inspect Imani and Tamsin. "Imani, layer yourself with Lieutenant Kepp's gear when we head out again. Yours is apparently not keeping out the cold to adequate satisfaction." Dead guy gloves. Yay!
Tamsin seems to be on board with checking people, so that leaves Malik free to dig in for an argument with the one who doesn't want to be checked! "Are you a doctor? No," he dryly replies to Bazine. "Can you, personally, see your ears? /Also no/." Arms fold, and he's ready to FIGHT ABOUT IT, then seems somewhat surprised when she does agree, but only with the doctor. "As you like it," the Ren agrees as well. "Go behind the sledges, into a neighboring cave, whatever you need to do."
[Syrus]
"Jedha was always cold," Syrus begins in a rambling sort of way, still standing by the cave and enjoying his little bastion of warmth that the Force hath provided. "But not like this. This is malignant. There's a hatred in this weather," he says, mechno-hand whirring and clicking softly as it taps his bicep. "What sins could the ancients of this world have committed to deserve such a punishment in perpetuity?" he wonders. "Or is this simply a planet bred of the hate and evil of the cosmos? Every sick and twisted string of the field balled and sent spinning into the void in the form of this."
[Imani]
Imani gives up trying and allows Tamsin to help her with the armor, because otherwise they might be standing here a while and no one has time for that in this place. "Thank you for your help," she says quietly to Tamsin. The orders from Malik are answered with a nod. "That should help. I will use them. I'm not going to be much use to us if my hands are numb. Thank you, Malik." There is another small smile, she's trying very hard to remain cheerful right now. She looks back to Tamsin. "Do you need me to be checked further?" If the doctor leads her away, she follows, seeming more than willing to go along with the checkup. She likes having fingers, toes, and ears.
[Tamsin Cas]
"You are welcome," Tamsin replied, working with care and efficiency. As cold as it was, even removing armor long enough to treat Imani was subjecting the Knight to more of that terrible chill. "Yes, you can go first." And off they went. It did not take long. As soon as Imani was seen to, Tamsin turned to the next task, knowing that this was likely to be the greatest battle she had faced so far. No one, //no one// liked being examined by the doctor. Any doctor. But Tamsin, to her credit, did try to make it as private as was possible. And she conducted her examinations with her impersonal doctor mask on. Which, to be fair, was not so much a mask as her usual mode of being. "Bazine, if you would." If the woman wished to go and explore, best to get her out of the way first. Tamsin would make her way through the others in succession. Each would be examined in succession. Aid was provided when it was needed, bacta used to coat skin in some cases as a preventative measure, the gloves, boots, and other bits of armor working along with the coating to hold the bacta in place, much as if she had used bandages. Barriers against damage and pre-applied treatment to keep them functioning.
[Bazine Netal]
Bazine Netal reaches up to release the catch on her helmet, slipping it off and leaving it behind as she rises. "Very well." she declares, still wearing her cowl beneath. Turning with a flurry of armored skirts, she stalks around into the improvised exam area. Only there does she remove her cowl, slowly, while glaring at Tamsin. She is missing most of her black hair, and the old burn scars are quite plain. "Not. One. Word." she says softly to the doctor.
At least her ears are fine.
[Malik Ren]
Malik isn't known for waxing poetic to the degree that Syrus might be, but even he seems to agree here. "There is something ruthless in the sheer relentlessness of this place," he agrees, briefly scrubbing his face with his hands. "I don't think it's anything more than the merciless nature of the galaxy in general, but here and now, it does feel... personal." His hands drop, and he sighs. "I imagine those bloody rebels think we died on impact."
No attempts are made to peep out the Crown of Ears or whatever Bazine might have going on under that cowl -- it's her secret and he's inclined to let her keep it, bringing up the last of the inspections by letting Tamsin check him for frostbite as well. So far only Imani seems to be afflicted, and Malik is done fussing about it as long as everyone's passed their health checks.
Sitting on one of the sledges, Malik is in the process of putting his boots back on when suddenly he sits up like a startled prairie dog -- as though he's heard something, but there was no sound. What is it boy? Is Timmy in the well? He's staring toward the dark, unknown expanse of caves behind them. "Syrus?"
[Syrus]
Arms dropping to his side, Syrus takes a deep breath and shakes away the encroaching thoughts, lest his stand there and philosophize all day, and move himself even more firmly into the 'eat first' slot. He turns and walks his way back to the group, standing near enough to the group to try and do some good with his aura of 'warmth'.
"You should hurry your examinations along, good doctor," the Kiffar says, something moving across the field of his consciousness. "We are not alone in here," he says, confirming Malik's suspicion.
[Imani]
Imani is a cooperative soul through the exam, and reemerges from the private space shortly after. She parks herself close to the fire nearest Malik, pulling on the extra set of dead man's gloves with only a little bit of trouble. She's a little slouched, and had she just a few more minutes it's entirely likely that her head would have been lolling, but with the prairie dog nature of Malik's posture and the words from Syrus, she's on her feet again. "What is it?" she asks, clumsy gloved hands reaching for a weapon at her hip.
[Tamsin Cas]
"Of course not," Tamsin replied, her voice equally soft. "I am your doctor." Whatever else Tamsin was to the Knights, whatever she might become, she was, as she had told Malik the day he recruited her, a doctor first, last, always, and she took her oaths seriously. She moved in rapid success through the group, allowing Malik to be last, if only because he could threaten the rest into submission if they balked. She was still behind the sledges, putting away her supplies while Malik rearmored himself when she heard the call. She moved to clear the space, so that she could not be hedged in, and turned to see if she could feel, see, hear what Malik was reporting.
[Bazine Netal]
Bazine Netal adjusts her cowl after the exam, stalking out to immediately grab her helmet. Clicking it into place without a word, she pauses when Mal and Syrus go on alert. <What is it?> she asks calmly. <Another predator, or something else?> And regardless of what it could be, the slender woman draws the chain whip from her belt, keeping it in the rigid sword form.
[Malik Ren]
"We are not alone in here," Malik echoes Syrus, confirming that both of them have detected some sort of life form skulking around in the tunnels! He's on his feet in a moment, and answers Bazine, "I think it's a predator again, perhaps attracted by the tauntauns...?" They seem restless now, shuffling against their hobbles and bleating, but there's no way out of here for them either. The entrance is completely snowed in, and will probably require telekinetic teamwork to excavate again.
"Arm yourselves," Malik suggests, and then ignites his own saber with a snap-hiss, holding it aloft as he steps forward toward a tunnel opening. Just beyond the reach Tamsin might have explored earlier, there's a rattle of bones under foot as Malik kicks aside a mandible of... something. "It's a predator, and only one, but I feel there's something... wrong with it."
[Syrus]
With a measured movement, Syrus' lightsaber is unclipped from his belt and ignited, it's blade leaping to life. "What was that you said about it feeling personal?" Syrus asks, readying himself for whatever is stalking their way. "I do not care for this planet," the man says, as if he hadn't made that abundantly clear before.
His and Malik's sabers hum hungrily in the relative quiet of the cavern, a buzzing monotone that never forebodes anything good. "Shake of the frost, friends, and remember that this is not our last day."
[Imani]
Imani has been flexing her hands to try and keep the blood flowing through them, though it's hard and makes them tingle worse, but she's doing that up until the point that the weapon is in her gloved hands. "Well, maybe it's something else we can eat?" she suggests while eyeing the dark offshoots from the cave they occupy. "Saves us the trouble of having to hunt anything up."
[Tamsin Cas]
Tamsin took a breath, trying to see what could not be seen, feel what could not be felt. She had not just been wandering aimlessly, or gathering mushrooms like some dark, cold, space hippy child. She had been trying to practice as well as she could. She drew her stunsaber, because she had been told to do so, knowing it would do little to no good in her hand. She looked in that odd way she had sometimes, staring, unblinking, save for the occasional flicker of the membrane that opened and closed over her eyes when they became too dry, "I feel," she began, "something unclean, corrupted...like water poisoned with oil." Look, man, she was young, and still trying to learn how to interpret these things. "No, no, not like that. It feels...like sickness, like rotting."
[Bazine Netal]
Unclean? Corrupted? Something wrong with it? Bazine can sense no such things, really. All she knows is that whatever IT is, this thing needs to die. Quickly. And hopefully it's either flammable or edible. At this point she'll settle for non-toxic.
[Malik Ren]
The group exits a narrow patch of tunnel and into a wider cavern, and in another time and place, this one might actually be quite pretty. Large crystals, perhaps quartz or something similar, jut out from the walls and some patches of the floor, and some crystals are even as big as Tamsin! Others are small enough to be fitted into a necklace pendant, and all of them reflect the red saber light, the white stun saber light, glinting off thousands of facets.
But it wasn't the crystals they came for.
For all that Imani might hope this is something else they can eat... she is doomed to disappointment. The creature shambling into the crystal cavern is a wampa, but as the Force-sensitives perceived, something is wrong with it. Saliva froths and foams at its mouth, dripping, and its white fur is mangy, the pelt broken up with large expanses of open, festering, weeping sores. Bone is even exposed in some places, yet the creature acts as though it feels no pain. The smell that accompanies it is one of sickly rot and decay, corrupted flesh.
Spotting arrivals, the creature is instantly enraged, and it roars, rushing toward them!
[Syrus]
"I despise this planet with every fiber of my being," Syrus says, his eyes landing on the lumbering, lurching monstrosity that the Force has seen fit to challenge them with today. Syrus leaps into the fray, clearly /over/ all of the obstacles that have plagued their journey so far, and bellowing angrily as his saber swipes wildly and and around the beast. It's broken and corrupted form proves more deft than would be expected, however, and Sy's lightsaber only manages to cut glowing groves into the walls and shatter crystals about the place, showing the area is refracted light for a time.
[Imani]
"Oh, no," Imani is disappointed by what shambles in, nose crinkling slightly at the sight. She hasn't even been hit with the smell yet. "No, I don't want to eat that. What is wrong with it?" she asks, like anyone here might have the expertise necessary to diagnose the shambling, sore covered beast. It roars and she doesn't have time for any more speculation. The chain whip is gripped in her numb-ish hands, which is absolutely no help here as she tries to attack the wampa-zombie, movement a little slower and less precise than usual.
[Tamsin Cas]
Tamsin was armed, but she was no martial combatant. That she knew. And so she stayed back, trying to keep out of the way of those who could engage the creature. She frowned, puzzling out the situation. Crystals, they were everywhere. Perhaps, yes. Tamsin raised her free hand, the creature pushed back with a blast of unseen force, the force of that unseen push trying to send the creature into one of the sharply jutting crystals, to use the environment itself to spear the creature through its back.
[Bazine Netal]
Bazine Netal fans out in formation once the passage opens up into a larger cavern, watching the huge and enraged creature. She's a predator herself, after a fashion, settling into a combat stance to wait for it to lunge before she strikes. Baz is good, but the creature is fast. She manages to stab it in the thigh, fairly deep, before it passes.
[Oozlevort]
Oozlevort comes running in with his boxy pistol at his side. "What is that racket?!" He sees a raging wampa and gives a sound, then just starts shooting wildly. ZOOT ZOOT ZOOT go the blue blaster bolts as they hit the ice walls. One blast strikes the wampa but doesn't do much.
[Malik Ren]
Syrus despises this planet with every fiber of his being. "Bloody hell, so do I," Malik Ren agrees, and joins his comrade in the attack! Busy trying to avoid Syrus, not to mention the attacks from Tamsin, Imani, Bazine, and Oozlevort, the creature is distracted enough for Malik to strike it a grievous blow, chopping off one of its arms! Horrible, rotten flesh smell intensifies, and both he and Syrus are splattered with the creature's dark, rotting blood.
A deafening roar fills the cavern of crystals, and the creature raises its horrible clawed hand to strike back! Syrus is grazed only... it's just a scratch, but a claw fully rips out of the thing's paw and lodges in said scratch. Gross. Malik is not as tough, and gets a more proper laceration, with the creature still spewing its awful, diseased saliva and blood all over the place.
"Put it out of our misery!" Malik shouts encouragement over all the roaring and commotion, trying to do just that!
[Syrus]
The necro-Wampa is retaliating and one of its swipes the Kiffar's thigh, but the Force does its work and all that's left are the rips in his pant legs.
Leaping back towards it, Syrus runs the beast through, pinning it to the wall, still just shouting angry nonsense at it. The blade is slid free and a spinning, reatreating slash lops the big monster's leg off. It's still alive, though. Very gross.
"The Force has cursed this beast."
[Imani]
Imani's hands are either regaining feeling, or she's just better at working with numb-ish digits. The first stab is brutal, and... well, disgusting. This weapon might need to be burned and replaced once they're done here, but for now she yanks the chian-whip back and swings it this time, connecting with the side of the wampa brutally. "Oh. Oh ugh," there's almost a dry heave now. "I thought he tauntaun smelled bad." This is so much worse.
[Tamsin Cas]
Think, Tamsin. There had to be a way to hobble the creature, to make it more vulnerable to the onslaught of the knights. Tamsin watched, from her, for the moment, relatively safe distance. Her attention, at least internally, was divided. Half bent on fighting the creature, the other on trying to devise a way to stop it. Coming out of herself, she reached out again. This time, she did not try to force it away. Syrus, foolish knight that he was, was pinning it in place, and Tamsin's fist tightened, as she tried to crush its neck. Would it stop it from attacking, well, she would know soon. "Cut off its head!" I mean, most creatures did not continue to attack after that. Right? RIGHT?!
[Bazine Netal]
While the wampa is lashing out at Malik and Syrus, Baz maneuvers around behind it. Is it the honorable thing to do? Nope. But it's certainly the pragmatic thing to do. The vibro-weapon is swung rapidly, slicing away a part of its left leg with a spray of decayed flesh. The next swing sinks the blade deeply into the creature's lower back.
[Malik Ren]
Wampas are ferocious, to be sure, but this thing really should have been dead many times over.
And it's not.
"Something is /wrong/ with it," Malik repeats, as though that's not incredibly obvious, but of all the things the Knights have dismembered - how could something be continuing, in this state? Almost as though the Wampa is not in control of its faculties at all, almost as though something else is pulling the strings...
Eventually the pure physical damage wreaked by their weapons cuts the thing literally apart, ending with crushing blows from Bazine's electro-whip! It's over! Right? The wampa is there in a pile of dead, diseased meat, not moving.
Until it starts moving.
The head of the dead creature jerks once. Then again. Then one more time in a vicious, unnatural spasm, and crawling out from its mouth comes a hideous worm like creature, with no eyes and no face, only a grasping, toothy maw, and a long slithery body ending in many barbed tentacles.
"I /hate/ this place," Malik hisses. "Oozlevort, kill it!"
[Syrus]
"Curse this unnatural cosmic horror," Syrus says with a growl as the slithering abomination jettisons intself from the downed wampa's gob. The big man stomps towards the parasite, frowning and readying his saber. There's a screeching howl as it curls and tenses its muscles just before leaping towards the Kiffar. A quick flick of his wrist and the worm is dispatched.
Syrus turns to look at the wampa for a time before he studies his companions. "Is everyone alright?" he asks, reaching down to pry the claw from his thigh with a grunt. The claw is studied for just a moment before it's tucked into a pouch on his belt. New necklace, y'all.
[Malik Ren]
The cavern hangs in silence, though the wind can still be heard howling outside. There is no more sense of danger, nor any further life forms to be detected through the force. The parasite is not moving, and neither, its former host.
[Imani]
Imani is still tense as she turns to look around for signs of anything else that might be lurking. This world is just one big trap waiting to be sprung, and she doesn't trust the calm. "Is that it? Is there anything else?" she asks, looking to the three force users that were in the fight while waiting for the answer, weapon raised, goo on the blade glistening in the firelight.
[Tamsin Cas]
Tamsin watched, and her expression, hidden behind her mask was half horrified, half intrigued as she watched the creature crawl out of the Wampa who had played its host. "Fine. Who is injured?" Because Hoth would never allow them to escape uninjured. She put away her stunsaber, moving to approach the two downed...horrors. Each in their own way.
[Bazine Netal]
Bazine Netal is wrenching her blade from the carcass when the worm crawls out of its mouth. But before she can raise her weapon, Sy's crimson lightsaber dispatches it. The woman relaxes visibly, then casually wipes off her weapon on the dead wampa's fur. <"I am disliking this planet more and more."> she declares.
[Malik Ren]
"Only me. Just a scratch," Malik says of the wounded, and the laceration to his torso. "Imani, Bazine, clean your weapons as thoroughly as you can given the supplies we have here, or lack thereof." There is a hint of something like worry or misgiving in his tone, off-brand for him, but this whole planet has everyone rattled as over and over again, it throws the worst of itself their way. "Doctor Cas, if you mean to collect samples, do it with all possible precautions. I mislike this. I don't understand the means by which that thing made its way into the host, but what it does after arriving there... is clearly not good." A moment is spent studying the corpses from afar, by saber-light, then he shakes his head. "I have a bad feeling about this."
With that, he turns to lead the way back to the cavern where they were sheltering! "Get what sleep you can. In the morning, we make for Nightfall."
