Log:Mandalorians: Warband Of Courage

Mandalorians: Warband of Courage

OOC Date: March 31, 2020
Location: Sanctuary Moon, Endor System
Participants: Sar Yavok, Hadrix Kora, Narsai Ordo, Kirioth Kora, Sumi Kora, Jacali, Vandred, Siha Archer, Ca'Tra Kora Clan Kora

Away from the villages of Ewoks, Teek settlements... beyond the old fortress surrounded by moat in the rocky plains.

Mandalorians have touched down on the edges of the great forests and rolling hills that begin to crag with old stones pitted with caverns and dark tunnels hewn into the very stone are visible. But landing close is difficult at best, and the better option is on the border of the forests.

<"Gorax can be gigantic, they're smarter than a lot of creatures, semi-sentient. And they're bigger than some rancors. So this is a quarry that hunts you back. Be ready, be cautious. But don't be cowardly.">

The big man nods to the others while Gripper feeds him data,

<"Good hunting, Vod."> a momentary pause. <"Those mountains are the likely spot that I had tracked too. Watch out for boar wolves or rising spiders.">

Tonight? Narsai was missing her 'armor-killer' rifle. The thing had been built to kill imperial walkers, it would have done nicely with these things...What -had- Kit done with it? Instead, the redhead checks her equipment once more and exhales a breath. At the very least she'd do what she could to keep the other hunters alive.

Mandalorian she is not and Karys shows it in the rather dated armor she is sporting. Dark hair drawn back from her face she shifts on her feet as she Hadrix speaks. Bright blue eyes focus on her once comrade as she give a succinct nod of understanding. She touches the pistols at her sides and rolls a shoulder back as her gaze sweeps over the others that have gathered to help finish off the beast. She worries away at the inside of her cheek in thought and idle motion before the group takes up following the last bit of the trail left behind by their prey.

"Is that even possible for a Mandalorian? Cowardice?" Asked by Siha who is currently adjusting a small pack over her shoulders, sword and blaster to either hip, both given a slap once the pack is on to ensure they're indeed there. Her tone is teasing in nature even from beneath that helmet, smile on the womans lips and remnants of a blaster shot to her chest still there from the day previous, wounds patched up but the woman not at 100. "Woof, this is going to be /rough/, Sar and I caught a bounty yesterday on Tatooine and the local wildlife was /not/ nice." Right hand works at a plate on her chest to adjust it a little more comfortably over her wound, hips given a wiggle as her left leg raises up, foot off the ground, to help with the maneouvering, "Let's hope the Gorak aren't /too/ gentle." A wicked grin, again hidden, as she slants a look around to look for her clan mate, Sar.

Ca'tra is here less for the hunting and more for the adventure of walking a forest with trees as tall as the ones that tower over them. One shoulder is weighted with a rifle, nevertheless, the other with a medical bag, its green insignia newly refreshed making it easy to see. She shifts weight, black helmet turning to listen to the newest in the aliit. The t-visor glints as she turns further to look at Siha and Sar. <<No fear. I hear Goraks never disappoint, Siha.">>

It's been a little while since Jac last partied hard with the Mando crew, and little has changed aside from her armour and the droid that's been following her around carrying what appears to be the collapsed form of an E-Web in its grabby claws. Her armour is a strange yet elegant thing, black, ash and molten dawn-inspired golds in a combination of leather, plastoid and fine heavy fabrics comprising that sleek armoured robing. Her mask is, in majority, featureless aside from the bulbous fly-like lenses in that same glinting gold as the accents found on the matching garb. She strides down the ramp of the ship with an easy step, even and measured as always, militaristic in cadence, her attentions scanning the area and those that have congregated here before it is settled upon Vandred. <<"Do try not to go firing off into a cliffside this time, won't you? If you're going to fly into something and explode, at least make your death more worthy than your life has been. Fly toward the enemy.">> Comes her voice over comms, already judgmental, already so much disappointment in that cool tone. She does listen to what Hadrix has to say, but she does little more than gesture for the droid to come along behind her, scowl beneath her mask toward Vandred, and follow along.

"How delightful!" Vandred comments about the prospect of a horrifying beastie that not only is large, but is - indeed - in charge. "Haven't had the joys of hunting something like this for a while." He pauses as he finishes pushing the blaster charge pack in to the side of his A280.

He continues fiddling with the weapon, pausing as he hooks its targeting computer reticule to sync up with his augmented display. A few blink tests focus the crosshair that tracks his eye. Tree. Tree. My own hand. Tree. A blink-click as he adjusts its opacity, and he reaches down with both hands to haul up the rifle.

He adjusts a bit with a half-wobble and a giggle, before he settles the rifle into a comfortable rest on his shoulder. "Of course Mandalorian's are capable of cowardice, otherwise you could never show bravery or courage. What an odd thought." His tone remains upbeat, chipper to the point of toothache. His shoulders shake with near-silent amusement.

<<"Of course, Jac! But I make no promises. Especially with the weight adjustment. It's going to make getting around harder. What fun!">> Comes his response over the comms, even as he thrusts his free hand into the air and waves at Jacali.

Vigorously.

Roth's gotta change that ship name. Pink Roo-roo is just silly. She's made her way up to the rest of the group, dressed in her all white armor that she's taken to now. She gives a look around at all the people and there's a dip of her head to those that she knows, <<Looks like we've got a full house tonight.>> she states in her vocoded tone. <<Rising spiders. Those are new to me.>> she shakes her head to that. Then she's resting her hand on the hilt of her beskad as they wait to venture off to death and to glory.

<"If it bleeds, I'm certain we can kill it."> Sumi adds in that gruff tone as she works through a functions check with her Morellian cannon. It's slow going but Sumi takes a degree of pride touching a weapon designed by her species. With it attached to a guide arm, and its LIDAR tracking system coming online and interfacing with her HUD,theis Mando looks ready to rekk. No context needed, Sumi is /always/ down.

The fastest way, of course would be traveling over the open plains. A direct route. Open from the air, or from the cliffs - visible all around. But faster for certain. The night is the time for the Gorax as well, by reports on the way. Nocturnal by nature - so daytime should not suffer from attack by the giant creature.

Safer, slower, craggy rocky lowland to the mountains is an option. A good place for ambush predators, for certain. But with cover from the air or the mountains.

How shall they travel? Plains? Lowlands? A mix?

It took her a moment to recognize the man in armor beside Siha, the apparent new clansman...but well, with her T-Visor in place, one can't immediately see her reaction. There's a tensing from Narsai, a slow breath as her gaze flicks towards Siha and then back to the man. Later. For now she'd focus on the others and their survival.

Memories of lost friends could wait, rather than adding the risk of more.

"Girl, you know I was /joking/, 'course we got cowards. I'm sure someone is going to complain we're hunting down a sentient creatu-" Bonk, she's HIT as she responsed to Vandred. In the head. In return a gloved hand comes swinging down to pelt Sar in his nuts, but he's got a plate there which knuckles rap against soundly, "Wait till I get you when you ain't got on that plate to protect yer pieces." She's teasing of course, until she isn't. Folks she doesn't know are just assumed to be from other clans, no real greeting given save for a two-fingered salute from the side of her helmet as she moves on across the plains, "You got that right, Ca'tra ..pretty sure I'm coming out of this with some limb torn asunder. It's going to be GREAT." Her voice lilts with impassioned excitement, boots flattening portions of grass as she strikes onwards, unslinging her sword so she can sweep it through said grasses to cull them down in a path before her, readying her blade for the later bloodshed sure to be had. Plus it makes a neat sound, sharp edge thwipping through those beautiful lengths of grass and bush. She is not being quiet at all, or sneaky, or anything other than herself. Woman who walks INTO DANGA.

The quiet swivel of Ca'tra's helmet hides her smile, the armor attenuates the lift of her shoulder - it takes all kinds. After a last check on the pack that she has hoisted to her back for carrying food, water and extra ammo, she raises her hand to the others and set off behind Sumi and Roth. The HUD with the vital signs of her group on the right side lower bottom of her view, gives her a vivid view of the low lands with overlays of infrared giving a spectral view of the dips and rises in the land.

By her nature, Jac is a very quiet individual. Most times. There is a particular level of grace to her movements through the plains, and somehow she does manage to avoid most attentions. In fact, the good doctor is strangely very at home with this sort of thing, and it's not entirely clear why she might be. One of those sweet mysteries of life, really. Without speaking, she does her best to guide the others with her along the path Sar and Vandred are providing in ways that would have them avoid notice; she uses hand signals to relay informations to the others around her -- when to move, where to move, what to avoid in order to stop those monstrous canids from noticing them as the tender, tasty morsels that they are. Even the Seeker droid that carries her bulky weaponry is all but silent in its eerie drift over that vast terrain, keeping toward whatever cover is indicated, moving only when Jacali does.

Welcome to 'getting through the thick of it: you and your environment'. In today's episode, Vandred finds a trail. He does seem inclined to listen to Sar and Jacali, simply assisting in getting things moving along as he directs them to an old hunting trail that cuts through the worst of the trip via detailed hand signals that properly provide information (Pointing) and by placing tactial markers.

Those unlucky enough to be sharing their HUD/mapping with Vandred is no doubt delighted by the very handy tiny animated purple flag with a gold star displaying the start of the trail.

Roth gives a look over to Clan Tal and there's a nod to Siha and Sar, <<Good hunting.>> the Arkanian tells them as she sets off with Ca'tra and Sumi for this hunt. She wasn't sure about where everyone else was going, but, she was sticking to things for now. She gives a over there land as they go. She'd never been to the forest moon, so this was new to her!

<<"Hiking is a real..">> Sumi says, breathing hard over local comms, clearly a smoker. <<"..son of a Gundark. I'm glad we chose this path. It's the worst.">> Sumi's useless when it comes to spotting anything. Between the tracking system taking up much of her HUD, it's a wonder she hadn't found any holes like Roth had. The pace is slow going, but Sumi does her best to stay near the center. Normally, her cape would be free to catch the breeze, but it's pinned down by a slung A280 CFE, its muzzle oriented toward the ground and lightly brushing Sumi's side.

"Try it and I'll kick you right in the junk, Archer," Sar says, adjusting his now-askiew codpiece. Noting the game trail that Vandred's pointed out, Sar will allow the younger man to take the lead, offering assistance where he can, and making sure to use a scent masking spray that he brought along with him.

<<"It's character building,">> Narsai offers Sumi's complaint as she guided the group through the mountains, taking the forward scouting position. Without the weight of a heavy rifle it was easier for the shorter woman to make her way through the rocks and narrow passes, her form smoothly making its way silently between shapes...right up until her gaze spots the shape of the massive creature lurking between the rocks that surges out when it spots her team. 

Far from the only one, the Ordo woman's blaster springs to her hand as she opens fire, adding her own salvo to the immediate shower of blaster bolts that fell the creature. 

<<"At least it's not boring?">>

"Ha, you can try, but there ain't much there. I might have half an ovary you can punch." So says Siha with a wide grin, which goes UNSEEN, "I mean even that is beyond withered from being stabbed so many times .." Why is she talking about this like it's a fond old memory, crouching down here and there to pick up rocks and give them a good chucking to throw off potential threats down a ways. And where Sar sprays a scent hiding spray Siha will draw out a bottle from her hip with a wide mouth, uncapping it and pouring it on behind them -- don't ask what she's pouring. "Whoo-hooo-hooo ..." Breathed out softly beneath her helmet, "I do not envy whomever trails us with this, I was /de-hydrated/." Quietly stated, splashes dashed here and there as she walks backwards. Apparently one didn't have to ask.

Moving with an uncharacteristic grace and silence, Sar, along with Jacali does his best to make sure that the rest of the cadre are doing the same. What with Siha's weird body and general 'Siha-ness', it's a tall order, indeed. "You're a chore of a woman, Archer," is all he offers back to his clan leader as the group approaches the foothills before them. "Webs," the man notes, pointing them out. "Tread lightly."

<"Smoking. When are you going to stop, Alor?">> Ca'tra nags affectionately while they plunge on through the high grasses. Sighting the boar wolf saves Sumi from more tongue lashing from the aliit doctor. Dropping her med bag, she unlimbers the rifle, plants the stock loosely into her shoulder, takes a measured breath sighting through the scope and squeezes off a round. "Well," she mutters to herself. <<That won't be stalking us. Nope. Are they edible?">>

It gets progressively more difficult to silently navigate this terrain, or to find convenient spots to hide an entire group of people (and one droid) from the attentions of feral beasts, but it's clear that Jacali is doing her best. There are brief moments where she has no choice but to move in a fashion that does not have them completely concealed, her dark armours against the grassy plains only momentarily out of place in her skulking hustle to the next point of safety. She's ... almost successful? Close enough to successful, at least, for Sar and Siha to make up the difference in a big way. She can't help but respect their skills. In her own way, anyway. That is to say, her nose isn't quite so far up in the air, and she doesn't currently wish they'd drop dead. It's a new sensation for her, not being disappointed in somebody. Ahem-ahem. Cough cough Vandred cough. In her observation of the others, she nearly walks face-first into a web, halting herself rigidly as she looks over the webbing, before artfully stepping aside to avoid the horrid arachnid that likely lives there. She would collect a specimen, but it's not the same when she doesn't get to throw it at Hadrix's face first. She even offers a subtle nod to Vandred as he keeps them on the path. She's being positively saintly with her lavishing of praise! ... compared to her usual. So far, this little adventure is going as well as can be expected AND nobody is talking. Could it be any better? She thinks not. Well... nobody's talking to -her-, at least. She knows well the arts of survival, and throwing folk off the trail, but these two seem far more adept and she's more than happy to have them at her back/side/whatever taking care of the nitty gritties of it all. And so, she simply continues on her way. Despite the very distracting conversation her current crew are having. Her judgment begins to grow.

Vandred's not the stealthiest of the lot, which means there's probably a few corrections that he has to make. His legs start stretching just a bit longer so that his crouched walking is easier, longer strides, and just altogether less stressful on the joints. Still, they get the joy of little route flags on their displays, as Vandred's eyes roll over and place landmark trackers for them to move - better than forging ahead when the others are leading the path of stealth.

<<"Oohh. Webs. Well, consumate predators that they are, I think this is an excellent choice. I'm sure a large spider if roasted over an open flame is most likely a delicious treat. Hm. That might be nice.">> Vandred replies as Sar points out the webs, and they can see some of the landmark flags being re-adjusted after the webbing has been pointed out. <<"I think I should have had a larger meal before departing. But, oh well. I'll push a ration bar under my sleeve.">>

When did Roth get a blaster pistol?! Did she know how to use it? Apparently the sword toting Kora DOES know how to shoot at things. Passingly at least. She manages to help with the Lowlands team and clearing the way. Which is nice. So far they aren't dead or being chased around by anything twenty feet tall.

But it was early in the trek as well.

<<"Oh.. thank .. the Gods... /Something/.. to kill.">> Sumi adds after character building her ass over the crags and rocks for awhile now. God damn her legs were burning! Stepping up past the tree and in the open, Sumi snorts and levels the massive cannon toward the larger-than-dewback sized Boarwolf. <<"Ca'tra, where ever did you get the thought I wanted to /stop/ smoking?">>

Burst fire erupts from the Morellian Cannon, the barrel group spitting out red lances that pelt the side of the creature generating concussive impacts that emerge out the other side of their body in clouds of pulverized blood mists.

With the combined effort of the team, the Boarwolf keels over and Sumi lifts her weapon up, the compensator orange hot and steaming. <<"Damnit.. now I want to .. smoke.">> Still out of breath.

As they press out of the crags, Sumi's HUD picks up on the IFF signatures from Archer's team. Sumi switches over to the open comms. <<"Hey..hello there..">> She manages. <<"Uh, this is the other team. Just checking in. Rekked up a bigass.. uglyass looking.. thing with lots of teeth. Still ain't found the real big, big guy yet. Keep at it, yeah? Oya!">>

Well...stealth and guidance got them this far, but with all pretense of being subtle thrown smoothly out the window? Narsai is left to sigh and smirk, but she coils low and takes to the air with a leap. There's a twirl of her form as she takes to the sky, even now after having trained and practiced this since childhood, there was still some 'fun' in the rush of the rocketpack. Spotting the 'marks' of the other team, the Ordo woman drops down behind their number. <<"Glad to see you made it, any encounters with the wildlife on the way">>

Oh man, oh man, "Damn straight I'm a chore, how else do I chase off prospective suitors. Even one night stands don't dare to --" Frrt, "Take on this." She classy. Sorry Jacali, you seriously chose the wrong path to go on. Like, Siha is blindly, //blindly// walking towards a spider trap even after being told to watch out for webs, because guys, she loves spiders. Or is she terrified of them. It is only by the grace of whatever hell beast is leading them on this merry hunt that Siha instead spots a turd of immense size before the spider den coerces her in, "Wow, wow." A shake of her head, woman not bothering to lower her voice as she stabs a hand towards the big pile, "I am in /awe/ of that turd, what in the holy hells did that thing /eat/." Unable to help herself she'll step forwards into the cave where said pile landed, foot rising up once it's reached to press into the pile, sinking her boot into it partway, "Oh, that is solid. I am just, I am so jealous right now, can any of you even dream of having a movement that solid. I haven't had one in /years/ like that. This ..this is a Gorax in it's prime, guys. Just .." Burble. Her tummy rumbles, loudly, eclipsing even her awe filled vox'd voice, "Wow." Squish.

Siha Archer turns her head to look at Narsai as she lands, "You see this?!" Squish.

As Vandred starts speaking about eating the spiders, Jacali's eyes narrow sharply somewhere beneath those insectoid bubble lenses, a deep frown tugging the corners of her mouth downward. <<"You are an utter atrocity of a man.">> Her tone comes quietly over the comms, no sound escaping her helmet's seal, voice low as those words slither from her lips in a languid crawl. There's a particular menace to the way she speaks when she's not spewing technical babble or medical theory, not unlike one might expect from a particularly skilled orator telling ghost stories at camp. For a moment it sounded like she was going to add something to that comment, maybe to soften the blow, or maybe to expound upon her statement, but conversational blue balls are the only reward to be had. Especially since there is then poo poo. <<"Halt,">> Jacali speaks over the comms, lifting a hand toward Siha before pointing downward at the ground in front of her with one clawed digit. <<"There are enough foul smells choking my senses without adding shavit on your shoes.">> Ah, of course, it wasn't about sparing Siha, but herself. Of course, this little exchange is stopping her from hearing anything clearly, her head snapping to one side as she thinks that she hears the distant growlings of the beastie they've been tracking, hunkering low as she pans the area for signs of that hulking figure. ... And then she realises something. ... t'was no beastie, but Siha's grumbling guts. She heaves a sigh, those buggy eyes turned toward the other woman. Even without seeing her eyes, she can sense that growing disdain upon her. There's the soft 'tsk' of her disgruntled lip-smacking, her posture straightening as she believes the threat to be passed. Little does she know ... it has only taken cover. As Siha continues in her praise of the sizable poo poo, Jacali drifts further from God's light with every passing second. <<"No, don't--">> And she stepped in it. She just stands there, hand dramatically extended from her brief yet desperate attempt to still Siha's movement, body perfectly still. Finally, it drops to her side and her shoulders droop. Her head rolls back and to the side, staring balefully toward Vandred. Somehow, this is his fault.

<"We leaving that for scavengers?">> No one had answered her question about whether the boar wolf was edible.

With a pack, a bag, a rocket pack and a rifle, Ca'tra's sihouette is far from slim and sexy. Bulky and hulky as she is, it doesn't hinder her taking off in her aliit's path arcing high into the foothills. Well, in her case skimming over the top of the high grass within leaping distance of any ambitious boar wolf slavering through its day. She lands with a running stop not far from her group and regroups.

STEALTH. It's not just for sneaking. The art of trying not to stand in beams of light while in a region that's getting darker is a skill that Vandred appears to not have reached yet. Mostly because whenever anyone glances at him, he's standing in a beam of light. He shifts as he walks, and there's some discomfort to his motions as he rolls his shoulders. Once. Twice. Then there's a little shifting as he holds still and slowly pans his shoulders. Left. Right. Tip up. Tip down. <<"I will take that as a compliment, Jacali! It means I am getting far better in my emulation. I knew becoming a Mandalorian was a good idea.">>

Then he continues slowly walking forwards, his head turns a little less now, his weight shifted to one side to compensate for the rifle that he's moving with him, the weapon nestled in to his side. He pauses, blink-snapping a few more points. Oh no. The farting. Oh no. Jacali.

He begins to audiably giggle. His entire body starts to quiver violently as he tries to hold it in. *SSNRK.* *SNSNROOK.*

His comms click on for a second, <<"t-t-that doesn't so-sound.. good..--">> The comms click back off as his body starts going into full body shaking as he does his best to not start laughing.

"Got some hair over here," Sar says, trying his best to ignore Siha. Again, a very tall order. What with her...deeply seductive wiles. Sar reaches up and pulls an overlong clump of hairs from a crag, holding it up to his visor to take a look. "We're on the right track," he offers back to the group.

Roth gives a look over the ground, then up to the sky, <<May as well catch up in style.>> she tells the others. If she was eaten by a Condor Dragon she was eaten by a Condor Dragon. The snow camoflauged Mandalorian takes off towards the ridge just behind the other group, not saying anything as they land, she was sure they could be heard. Stealth? She didn't really do well with it.

<"Sorry, Ca'tra. I don't have the answer to your question. I suppose the scavengers of this world will eat well."> Sumi answers mid flight, landing shortly after the others with an audible THUD. Ancient knees bend under the weight of her kit and she grunts to straighten. At Siha's beckoning to look, Sumi takes a moment to do just that. <"That is one big pile of drek.">

Sumi brings up the rear of the group, adopting the detail to turn back and watch their six every six or so steps; a soldier-like habit if there ever was one.

The cavern, confirmed by Sar as the the way to go, with fecal facilitation of focus by the braggadocio bristling band brought bearing battle bravely to dark dank delving depths.

Night vision, natural ability to see in infrared, HUD systems recording and providing topographical data. But among those creeping into the caverns. Sar and Siha noticing dark wet spots against the left hand wall, while Vandred and Ca'tra catch sight of the cavern opening up suddenly to the right. The walls a little too even for natural formation.

It's Narsai and the Shi'do that sees the 'crack' in the floor, wide enough to be inconvenient for a giant creature. A potential pitfall to death for normal sized creatures.

That and the two story basket woven from bark of entire trees resting just next to it.

<<"Well...I'm going to guess this isn't some Ewok's den,">> Narsai begins, moving softly, her hand on her weapon while her other flicks through the vision modes on her helmet. There's a pause, concerntration at some small detail before she stops, raising her hand to signal to the bantering, fecally smeared and otherwise disrupted hunters, the Ordo girl gives a little click of her tongue.

<<"The damn thing is up ahead waiting for us,">> she speaks quietly, lifting her hand to point towards the cross-sectioning corridor. <<"On the right. If it doesn't know we're here, it's going to soon.">>

How something this large could be 'stealthy' was concerning in its own right.

"You just couldn't keep away, could you, Roth?" Sar asks, standing up from examining the wet spot on the wall to look back at the group of /stragglers/ who are bad at tracking and therefore lost. Were they even competing?

"Narsai's right, though. Everybody get ready, cause this is poppin' off soon-like," he says, nodding to the Ordo and flicking the safety off on his blaster and pressing on, all quiet as a mouse-like.

<<Whoa">>Ca'tra murmurs to herself over the poo piles. <<That is a big animal!>>

Examining the baskets elicits another muttered exclamation. <<Smart. Tool users who know were coming. What the Tal clansman says, <<We may have incoming soon.">>

Siha Archer listens ever so intently to Narsai even as she just outright ignores Jacali's words of wisdom, because this is Siha and she has to be contrary. Low light vision helps her, even as she uses the dull edge of her sword to wipe off the poodoo from the bottom of her foot as boot is lifted up, to note those dark wet spots along the wall to her left, "I think ...it has recently eaten, or those are markings which .." Gross. Foot sets down and her sword is given a little flick as she starts to move to the right where Narsai indicated the beast was waiting, though something pops into her head and she grins. "Actually, if someone had a grenade, might be a little hilarious to toss it in and get it real mad." Said over her shoulder in a whisper as she sinks deeper into darkness, moving so quietly that Sar might have a hard time believing it's her. Look at her, she slinks, like a snek, each step landing without even a whiff, her gurgly belly suddenly quiet as she stalks forwards, sword held up. She switches to helmet comms with a flick of her eyes into her HUD, << "There is like ...a huge farkin' fork in here, and ..like ..a giant assed knife. I mean, it's bigger than me. And ...what the hell." >> Genuine surprise lilts in her unvocoded voice, the woman briefly rearing back to assess if she's seeing what she's seeing, << "I'm in it's goddess damned kitchen, this is it's kitchen. Look at this dang BOWL! Holy crap, it's bigger than a damn bathtub, you guys should see the chair! I think it's made out of skin ..soooo coooooool." >>

When Narsai makes mention of the thing being up ahead, one gloved hand lifts to gesture for the floating droid in colours that match her armour to begin the setup of her turret-styled weaponry. Vandred is, of course, given a withering glare from beyond the protection of her lenses as he struggles not to laugh at the tumescent wanderer known as Siha. As is her norm, her lips press to a tight and bloodless line in her barely restrained ire. How she hates them all. Her droid dutifully assembles the E-Web with some measure of expedience and efficacy that has the doctor prefering them to this gaggle of madcap mercenaries, having found herself an advantageous position from which to attack. She paces her way toward the project, leather gloves giving a soft creaking as she flexes her fingers and prepares for the squatty hunch necessary for manning a turret such as this. With this posture, it looks as though she's preparing to out-do Siha in spectacular fashion ... but nothing comes of it. She is tootless. <<"Turret assembled,">> Her voice transmits over the comms, <<"Gunner in position.">> She concludes simply in response to those suggesting the danger is nearing. She waits for Siha to finish her praise of the Gorax's innovative utensils and the relative size of what is likely its very best china, her shoulders rolling back. <<"Draw the target to my mark,">> Those linked to her display can, in fact, see a 'mark' to suggest what she believes to be the best location for her to assault the creature, <<"I am prepared to assist.">>

Vandred's left shoulder, just beneath the fabric.. Blinks. Blink. Eyeroll. Then the right. Or maybe the right was just not blinking and was too busy staring. They move independently of each other, panning and gazing around. His head pans with it, allowing the enhanced sensory suite within the helmets optics to assist with his own view.

<<"I think you're quite right! Snsnrk.">> Obvious interference. Not laughter. Please ignore. <<"I'm.. hmm hm. I'm going to go find a spot to start shooting. Will give you some cover, Jacali.">> Of course, since Vandred has one arm hooked to keep a hold of his rifle, his other hand. On the other hand. The digits stretch out a bit. His palm gets a bit wider. Just a little. Just enough that the tips of his fingers can slide into some cracks. He begins hauling himself up - using the shifts of joints and the ability to just stretch and gets all loosey-goosey, he works himself up and into a better shooting position - with clear sight on the crack on the floor.

<<"Comfy.">>

Roth gives a chuckle from inside her helmet, <<You've not lost your sense of humor during hunts, this is a good thing.>> she grins, but it can't be seen. Then she moves to one of the walls in the cave, there's a moment taken to get a good look over where to grab. Then she starts climbing, apparently Roth was going to ambush from the top...or something?

Sumi can respect those who go quiet into the night, sneaking up on prey. But it becomes apparent that this Mandalorian is incapable of such feats the moment a massive item she touches falls over, triggering more items to fall, and more, until in the darkness there is but a loud orchestra of crashing things until there isn't, and even then there is some spinning item that continues to rotate on the stone floor until it finally stopped. <"Aw, rekk it. THAT WAS ME.. LET'S REKK THIS DREK UP! HAHA!">

Sumi shoulders the cannon, takes an aggressive stance, and finds the mark before opening fire. It is not a beautiful effort, in fact, it's heinous and awesome, as each burst of five lances decorates their surroundings in the hue of flashing red. <"COME GET SOME YOU BIG /UGLY/ LOOKING THING!">

When her weapon stops firing, it's in need of a reload. She ejects the K-grade spent cell and slides in the new, priming the weapon with a loud, subsequent..

CHIK--CHUNK.

Oh. Yeah.

Loud voices, it draws a hungry creature from it's den. Hulking, over seven stories tall, forced to walk hunched for the sheer massive size of it. The footsteps shake the very ground, sending hunks of loose stone tumbling to the cavern floor. The crack, does it seem to momentarily widen? The weight of the creature is incredible, seeming to move in slow motion.

As weapons fire is unleashed upon the form of it the Gorax lets out a rising growling 'YAWRUUHP!' before one massive foot swings out, aimed for the... Loudest? Second loudest of them?

It's difficult to tell between Sumi and Siha.

But it tries to sportsball field kick her across the room.

Siha that is.

Well...things are starting! Narsai's blaster carbine was pulled from her hip, flicked to full-auto and the woman squeezes the trigger. Of course, compared to the roar of Sumi's cannon? Its sound was entirely drowned out...unfortunately the bolts that impact with the furred mass? That doesn't even scratch the hide underneath.

That's not good.

Siha Archer is straight up yeeted, but as she's launched into the air she swings that sword of hers twice at the ankle, hitting skin but the creature is so damned THICC. But so is she, and takes her kick like a champ, not even screaming out as she's knocked back into a cavern wall, only to fall into the big leathery chair which saves her from further injury. Broken ribs? Whatever. They don't even belong to her anyhow. Wheezingly she calls over the comms with a breathy laugh, << Ha, it went for me first. Suckers. >> She is obviously thusly the most threatening. All as she tries to claw her way out of the giant beanbag chair, one leg kicking up, a right hand clutching at skins, left hand still holding that katana aloft. She ready.

"Oh. That's a big boy," Sar says, his helmet turning towards the now-illuminated form of the Gorax. "Reeeeaaaaal big boy," he adds, eloquently, lifting his S-5 blaster pistol and pointing it firmly...at the wall?

A squeeze of the trigger and a liquid-cable dart fires from the underbarrel of the blaster, digging into the stone. Re-aligning his aim, he fires the other end of the cable into the Gorax's arm. His next shot is a misfire which results in a quick smacking of the launcher before he runs through the same routine with the monster's other arm. A button on his gauntlet is pressed and the cables snap taut, pulling it's smashy-hands further toward the wall behind it.

Welp. That'll do it. Sumi definitely got its attention, and as it's drawn into the main cavernous area of its den, much... much larger in size than Jacali was expecting, her expression is mercifully hidden by her bug-eyed otherwise-featureless helm. That expression is, in fact, mirrored by that bug-eyed helm... because her eyes are about as wide as saucers. On the outside, however, it merely looks as though the doctor, momentarily frozen in surprise and mounting dread, is -super- prepared for unleashing some measure of Hell. I say 'some measure' because bolts that normally would tear through an ordinary creature seem to be simply scoring the hide, and pissing it off. This concerns her. "Weapon is charged." Alerts the seeker that floats nearby. "I'm perfectly well aware, thank you." She retorts, steadying herself into that squatty stance even further. When Siha makes her fateful flight across the cavern and into that fleshy most probably reeky sac, Jac replies in those perfectly chilly tones. <<"Perhaps you smelled familiar. An unfair advantage when attracting such instinct-based mates.">> You gassy catastrophe of a woman. Once again she can't help but admire Sar's tactics as she notes his contribution to the conflict, softly nodding a few times to herself in appreciation for that quick thinking and fine aim. She still hates him, of course, and she'll soon be reminded of why, but for right now it's a nice moment. She takes in a slow breath, and lets it out in a slower sigh as she prepares herself for her first shot. The sound of it charging is a dull yet keening thrum, until she pulls the trigger and looses a streaking, shrieking bolt toward the Gorax that blasts a damned crater into its chest. The kick throws her back, obviously unexpected as she winds up skidding back across the stones on her rump before tumbling in a bit of a roll only to make impact with the wall. <<"WHOA!">> She yelps, pauses, and then begins to laugh. Yes. ... She laughs. <<"Ohh. OH! You beautiful thing...">> She's practically salivating as she crawls rapidly back toward her new favourite thing, loving hands giving a gentle caress as that hum begins in preparation for round two.

Vandred has taken the time to get himself comfortable. His spine extends another inch or two, muscles and organs flatten and adjust themselves. Where the A280 sits pushed up against him, fat and flesh is moved to provide additional padding. It's just a slight build up - but it's enough to hopefully avoid the bruising he's probably going to get from the recoil. He adjusts. He settles.. and...

Then Jacali fires the e-web. His attention is grabbed. It's something beautiful happening over there. His shoulder eye snaps shut to avoid it, before it opens back up. <<"Are you quite alright, Jac? Oh. Nevermind. You sound very happy. I'm very glad!">>

He pulls the trigger, and sure enough the recoil makes him grunt as the weapon puffs out vapour in the wake of the red bolt that slams into the Gorax's side. <<"Looks like it was very much worth bringing that. Great idea, Jac!">>

He begins to adjust, letting those engaging it in melee do all the moving as he settles back down again.

Ca'tra decides in one of those funny moments when time stretches out and Siha is flying through the air that her waist might be half the size of one its ankles. Most animals narrow down towards the foot. Ankle bone connected to the foot bone. This is not the time, good doctor, to be doing anatomy. Instead. She gets one shot off but its a good one. The gorax staggers slightly.

<<If this doesn't work someone donate my armor.>> Roth states over the comms from her little perch at the top of the room as she draws her swords. Then, the Arkanian that's encased in white armor simply leaps out of the little nook she found, her swords coming down to slash, twice with the vibroblade and then she stabs with the beskad, anchoring herself to the shoulder of the Gorax, "Don't mind me. Just looking for bugs." she states to the big thing she's attached herself to.

Everyone is firing into this thing, and Sumi is laughing as the reflective silver of her T-visored helm glows with the red hue of her cannon fire. <<"Well struck, Clan Tal! IT'S PINNED. GIVE IT EVERYTHING YOU GOT!">> Sumi is a woman of her own few words. A cyclic rate of fire is established from her point, and she laughs harder when Jacali's E-Web hits it HARSHLY.

The fight tapers when Sumi hammers in the final blows, the recoil of her massive weapon getting the better of her enthusiasm. She fires right up its center, hitting twice in the chest before catching its neck. That final shot was it from Sumi, who fell back on her ass holding the smoking cannon, its compensator still orange hot.

It takes a tremendous amount of effort to sit back up, but Sumi sits there, wide legged and chortling. <"IS IT DEAD?"> She screams without trying to scream. She had the tinnitus of a bus driver whose entire life was spent screaming over children. There was only one volume.

The creature answers Sumi by slumping to its knees with a groaning keen, wet and rasping with the smoke pouring from it's mouth. Arms trapped by cords keep the fall awkward as it tumbles back, the massive head slumping towards Kirioth and causing cracks in the wall before it hangs loose.

There is a crack that sounds like the cavern is ready to collapse as one of the arms is dragged out of socket and then it is swinging awkwardly, eyes staring down at Siha, jaw open and tongue lolling.

Team work makes the Wet-work.

Was the creature dead? It certainly looked like it. Even so, Narsai did draw her W-35 and step forwards. There's a small shift and a consideration as if she should fire another shot...but instead the weapon is holstered once more. It was dead, apparently she was confident of that. Turning back towards the group, she steps away from the bound creature and makes for the entry of the cave.

<<"Everyone alright?">> she questions before tilting her head towards Sumi. <<"That cannon is something else!>>

<< "I don't know who that woman is, but I love you." >> Declared of Jacali and her sick burn as Siha falls out of the chair finally, wincing beneath her helmet at the old familiar pain of broken ribs, the woman having had it so many damned times most of her ribs have been replaced. Except these last few that the Gorax took care of so helpfully. Clutching her ribs with her right arm she'll take a very slow breath, way too used to this as said before, as she advances on the angry Gorax, having missed the amazing shot Jac took with her e-web, but really, it would have been spoiling Siha to let her witness such a thing after having just been sassed, "Let's make some babies, you big bad ...lizard--" Yep, sword had been raised up in her one hand as she clutched at her chest, only to watch the great beast collapse before her as it hangs, her grey eyes narrowing, "Oh man, c'mon." She has to do some damage, so she'll gingerly tiptoe forwards to stab her sword up into it's right eye to release those beautiful juices with a hopping jump, "Dibs on the chair and bowl." Announced breathily, each word painful but so worth it, eye juices falling over her like a flash dance shower. SPLURT.

Safety flicked back on, Sar's S-5 is deposited back into his holster, but his palm rests safely on the grip for the time being. "You still alive, Archer?" he calls out to the boss lady. Then he hears her whining about not getting to stab the things. "Yeah, she's alright."

Rolling his shoulders, he'll look out to Roth and say, "We've all decided we're just gonna leave you over there, Roth. Let you hang out for a while."

Vandred, now that combat is over, returns to his normal very serious and dour self. And if you believe that, you also believe anything. He slides down the side of the wall slowly, carefully. His body rolls and roils like a snake to ensure his body keeps maximum contact with the surface of the wall - enabling him to slither down carefully without falling.

Ignore the fact he's barely two feet above Jacali's position. He's fallen before. He will fall again. But today. TODAY.. He stumbles down the last bit and wobbles from the weight of the A280 - something he's yet to compensate for - and straightens. <<"Good job, Jac.">> He states as he straightens.

"We should totally discuss you joining later." He offers to Jac, as he promptly begins powering down his A280 to check it. His right shoulder shifts, glancing up towards the ceiling. <<"Check check. So. The roof looks less stable than a Hutt's spine. I suggest we gather everything we can. Someone cut off it's ears. We can divvy out the spoils later.">> And with the comms back off.

"You need a hand packing up?"

<<Kriff!>> Roth laughs out as she realizes that it is now time for the new craze: Ride the Gorax to the ground. But, he falls backwards and the woman twists the beskad and rips it out, goo getting all over her armor as she does. Please don't squish, please...there's the abrupt thunk and the clank of armor as Mandalorian and Gorax hit. One not so squishy. She lays there on the ground for a moment, hoping quietly that it's dead given she's so close to its mouth. Then she hears Sar, her white gauntled arm extends up and there's a thumbs up, <<Good idea. I smell horrible.>> she shudders as she gets drooled on. Then she's wiggling her way out from under the dead beast. <<Everyone alright? Cave sounds really unstable so we might want to move unless we're searching for another one.>> she states.

Sumi pulls herself up with an aged grunt and hooks the cannon back against one side of her jetpack. A dust-off of her hands, a snort, and Sumi up nods Narsai. <"Yeah, it's alright."> Sumi walks over to collect a few Gorax teeth, jamming her knife beneath the gums to pry them out. They are stuffed in her satchel for trophies for Ealor, then she's walking out quietly. She needed a smoke. A long shower. And some time in the armory.