Log:Miserere Nobis

Miserere Nobis

OOC Date: July 17th, 2020
Location: Sarik2
Participants: Nubri, Jessika Pava, Nerys Arda, Lokir, Ban Iskender, Aryn Cole

Shwwooomph. The sudden deceleration from Hyperspace can make even the most stalwart naval officer take pause as the stars go from moving at near imperceptibly to standing completely still. The New Republic shuttle is apart of a small flotilla consisting of a few X-wings, varying transports, and other miscellanous vessels. The shuttle with our heroes breaks out of formation and begins making its way towards the Planet below. The standard chatter can be heard over comms, as the pilot of the shuttle chimes in.

• Chk* <<"Roger, Squadron Leader this is the New Republic Transport Intrepid. We are on our way to Torono 3. Estimated Mission Time has us clocking this at less then 5 hours. See you on your way back.">>*Chk*

After a brief confirmation - the rest of the convoy comes about and makes the Jump out of the system to other destinations unknown - leaving them behind. As the Planet grows nearer and nearer, something that had not been reported can be seen. The atmosphere of the planet has a soft purple haze, the color being offset and distorted by the nearby star's light. However, several shards of varying debris can be seen entering into the gravitational well. As it does, the various objects ignite in brilliant colors of reds, greens, and blues - making their way towards the surface. From what can be seen, most appear to burn up and the flames spark out - with a few of the larger objects able to continue to landfall.

The Comms come on for everyone in back, <<"Please Fasten seatbelts or restraints, it appears that not only did some of the chemicals make it to the planet - but the debris from the battle as well. We may have some turbulence.">>

It is at this point, the heroes of the story mark their beginning.

Nubri is dressed in pitch black, only her face not covered at the moment. She is dressed in a stealth suit, covering her from head to toe, helping with stealth. On her left thigh, there is a small pistol, a Blurgg, in case she needs self-defence, along with a knife on her hip... hopefully she won't need either. Given she is a chemistry nerd, she has a small chemistry kit on her hips, making sure her seatbelt fits. "Brief reminder.... do we have the slightest idea what specific chemicals we are going to deal with?"

Major Jessika Pava of the New Republic Defense Force gazes out of the viewport in the passenger compartment of the shuttle and finds her breath taken away. Despite the significance of the debris entering the atmosphere, the way the star's light horizons against the atmosphere of the planet is eye-catching, and Jessika finds herself staring. For a moment, she forgets everything but the spectacle on display. She lets her mind absorb the snapshot of beauty as it is. No attachments. No influences. The sight is nothing like the graven rock she'd been deployed to not long ago. Over the internal comms, the pilot of the shuttle announces potential turbulance and Jessika sits into one of the crash seats. Adjusting her BlasTech A280, she secures herself in by harness.

There was no rest for the wicked. Or the overly scientifically minded. And so, Nerys Arda, Space Nerd was back in the saddle, her trusty big headed droid on her shoulder, with one arm wrapped around her neck, his head resting atop her helmet. Nerys looked as she always did, complete with her Backpack of Holding, with the small police style 'baton' fastened tightly to the side, and the hilt of a sword peeking out over her right shoulder. She popped up, as the got a view of the planet, moving to find a sat that would give her a better view as they descended. She did not forget to put her seatbelt back on. Or put away her tray table. Spoiler alert. There were no tray tables. "Ship fuel for certain, likely industrial chemicals as well, but I didn't get a full manifest."

Ban Iskender keeps his seat in the transport, attired in the ubiquitous sort of robes worn by common humanoids throughout the Galaxy, as well as certain notorious orders of space wizards. The gentleman glances aside to Aryn, noting dryly, "Do I recall correctly that being given a sword by a more primitive culture could prove.. problematic?"

Aryn has not moved much from her seat. She does not voice a reason for this either, but she's content to stay in that spot and focus her efforts on breathing for now. Eyes closed, and mind focused inward, Aryn has adopted a meditative state that seems uninterrupted by the tumultuous rock of the vessel they're riding in.

Aryn's armor is a reforged breast plate that bears the scar of harsh battle from the past. A single cut, diagonal shines with bright obsidian filler, a memento of a past failure Aryn wears proudly. The woman is armed, and by some standards, heavily armed. Her gloved hands are clasped over her lap, fingers laced

It's not till Lord Ban mentions Aryn's run-in with primitives that the first sign of consciousness shows in the form of a hiked brow. "It.. was.. their mating cus-toms." Aryn manages, keeping back her cough. She amends after that. "So yes. Pro-ble-mat-ic." Cough.

Lokir confirms his restraints are tight in his jumpseat. His heavy durasteel armor lacks magboots, such that a bump or twist on orbital insertion might leave an unwanted bruise under Lokir's tin skin. Worse, his tri-horned helm might breach hull integrity were he to be tranformed into an unidentified flying operative. So, Lokir makes sure to double check his straps. <ZAP, checking in. Nothing to report.> While he sits, he peruses his datapad, sharpening his familiarity with planetary fora and fauna, or culture, or economics...and certainly not playing a hologame.

The Transport continues its descent into the atmosphere, and true to the pilots words - it's a bit bumpy. As the Vessel enters the atmosphere - it becomes engulfed in a similar flame to what the pieces outside had seen - the one enveloping them light green. The vessel ducks and weaves as it continues on its trajectory to the landing zone. The speaker comes back on and a rather pleasant and upbeat masculine voice can be heard, <<"We will be landing in less than four minutes, please ensure you have all your gear stored in their proper positions as well as tray tables...">> A brief pause and some static can be heard, <<"What the hell.. That's First Order... Launch Counter Meas..">> The speaker goes dead and the ship suddenly jerks to the right as the shuttle dodges what appears to be some form of ordinance that can be seen out the port side. Behind the shuttle a large explosion is heard, but more importantly felt.

Braaaaaahm, Braaaaaaaaaahm. Emergency Klaxons blare as the shuttle lurches forward, the explosion causing it to tilt and twist. The shuttle continues its descent, albeit now at a much faster rate and not towards the original landing zone. With the vessel moving at a high, and frankly not suggested, rate of speed - it quickly makes it to the ground.. Skidding and ultimately knocking into a tree. The monstrous vehicle slowly tilts as if its about to turn over and but ultimately falsl back onto the bottom.

The pilot slowly makes his way out as the cockpit doors open. Some bruising and indeed some form of bio-soot on his face.

"We're here.. Sirs. I was able to land the vessel, but it'll take me a few hours to get her back up and running. I sent out an SoS, but its unlikely the convoy will recieve it before I get done with repairs." There's a brief pause and he wipes his forehead, "It appears like we were targeted by a turret of some form - it lit up only a brief moment before dying. It could have been apart of one of the ships or a vehicle that survived and just picked up our signal."

Nubri can't help but scream as she rolls herself into a ball as the ship starts plumeting... may her seatbelt protect her. Once they land, she quickly pulls her hood onto her face, undoing the seatbelt and pulling both NVG, which she puts on her forehead and an E-11 out, which she straps to her chest "Time to see how civilization was like, what was it again, N, 10 000? No... 30 000 years ago?" she offers, nodding "So... we are stuck here anyways." she muses, looking at her empty wrist "I miss the UCI on my other armour." she tilts her head "So... time to see history." she mutters, starting to head towards the exit carefully "So... might the the FO.... doubt they have missiles, do they?"

When the turbulence starts, Jessika looks about as anxious as a block of ice. Her hands rest curled around the top lip of the protective armor covering her torso, and her feet are braced wide for support to keep her from being jarred too far to either side. The rumble through the shuttle doesn't bother her in the least. In fact, the only anxious tic displayed is the way her eyes keep shifting, and they keep shifting towards the blonde woman fastened into her seat. When she speaks, broken and ending in a cough, the neutral expression of her face turns a little more hard, but she's not tense, and she doesn't say anything. Well, she wasn't tense. The sudden mention of First Order and the cut-off blurb about countermeasures is all the warning she has.

Then the ship lurches to the side and Jessika grunts as she's thrown against her restraints. They don't disintegrate, but Jessika's head snaps up towards the shuttle's ceiling as the klaxons start. "BRACE!" She tries to yell it out, but she's not sure anyone can hear over the noise. Impact. Jessika's pretty sure her bones rattle apart from one another, but grunts hardest when the ship smacks into something and nearly puts her up on her side. She's been thrown around like a rag doll in her seat, but the restraints have done their job. Panting, and with shaky hands, Jessika hits the release on the restraints and stands up with a hand out to steady herself. "Do you have coordinates for that turret? Even if you get the ship repaired, we're looking at the same problem trying to leave that we encountered trying to land. Is everyone alright?"

Nerys, who was safely strapped in, simply grabbed for the straps over her chest, HiBall snaking his other arm around her neck and hanging on for dear life, apparently forgetting that he had both a repulsor lift and rocket boosters that would have kept him stable. Maybe he was just trying to add a bit of weight to keep Nerys in her seat. She was still in it, when the ship finally fell back to earth, and she took a minute to check life and limb before she unstrapped herself, "We'd best get moving and try to triangulate our current position with respect to where we needed to be." She looked around, to see if anyone needed help getting themselves together, "The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get back here and help get the ship moving." She did look towards Nubri, "I never assume anything, where they are concerned." And then to Jessika, "We might want to ensure their defenses are disabled before we move out completely."

Ban Iskender holds on in his harness as the transport is fired upon, rocking sharply to the side in his seat. At one point a glance aside at Lady Cole is had, then his eyes go closed with a long drawn breath. He comments evenly, "As fine a landing as any other," only once they finally come to a stop. "I daresay a descent bereft of shots fired would seem rather tedious, at this point." A short nod to Aryn. Unfastening the straps, he rises to his feet, stretches his neck, and summarizes, "Limit the fallout of recent wreckage, as before, now with the further wrinkle of possible First Order interference."

Aryn does not react when things begin to go haywire. True to the Jedi way, the code repeats in her mind as she opens her eyes and looks at all the tell-tale signs of chaos. Her body urged a reaction, and it came in the form of tachypsychia. Rather than scream and give into the terror, Aryn glances over at Ban. She unclasps her hand and places it over his, and closes her eyes.

When the shuttle struck the ground, Aryn was sent to the extent her restraints could bear, forcibly holding her back until the vessel met an immovable object, and they were the victims of gravity. The jarring, and G-force of such a landing rendered the blonde unconscious.

Thus, when it became clear that they had survived, Aryn did not know any different until the noises of others cut through the fog of her state. She opened her eyes and straightened her neck with a groan.

Voices were noises at this point, still garbled by her uneven senses. The only thing she registered was pain, and when her glove returned the sight of blood after touching her lip, Aryn sighed out.

Restraints are released, and she rises slowly, stumbling to the closest bulkhead because her equilibrium was still off. Lokir 's mirrored helm doesn't react as the ship plummets to its improvised landing. One jumpsuit armrest is significantly worse for the wear, as a result of deep gouges from some sort of clawed beast. Now that the ship has come to rest, Lokir calmy released his jumpseat's restraints. <Update: we've been shot down.> Drawing his S-5, Lokir makes his way to a viewport. His helm reflects trees and dirt. <Planet is industrial, but it appears we've come down near a local settlement--intel marked as peaceful but "do not disturb.". Some reports of local raids and skirmishes between townships. Maybe they've decided to up the ante and expand into anti-aircraft materiale. Or looting inexplicably crashed ships for parts. Or hiding a spice operation from authorities...all conjecture, but as previously noted...we've been shot down.> Lokir glances back at the cabin. <Woods and berries outside. Flora is unlikely to kill us.>

"..I.. Yes Sir. Unfortunately, it appears to be near one of the settlements." The Ensign responds, his hand coming up to move the brown curls out of his hand. He glances back and then at her, "I think I can find a way to jam the signal upon leaving. But once we get back to command - another team will need to look at options in disabling the technology. He glances over to Nerys as she talks, "While working on the ship, I can see what we have available that might be able to knock it out? The shuttle does have some ordinance available."

BOMP BOMP A thud can be heard hitting the plating of the door opposite the side of Lokir. And again BOMP BOMP. Just barely audible a voice can be heard,

"Evenire. Manus Autem."

Nubri blinks,reaching for her medkit, stumbling towards Aryn "I can never catch a break, can I?" she wonders, running over..... she doesn't seem well, and she does make her living treating wounds. Granted, so does the JEdi, but she might need help "So, we are going in there? What if it is run by natives? We might bring diseases, even if we disabled it without needing to, well, kill any of them." she argues, sighing "At least we would be fine if it were the frelling order." she shakes her head, opening the medkit, trying to scan Aryn "Hey! Princess Doctor.... everything in place? You hearin' my frellin' voice?" she wonders, worried the blonde might be just about to pass out, given that is what... she just did, trying to maneuver her to sit against the wall of the shuttle if she doesn't stop there "Kriffin' stay with me, will you?" because... better be paranoid than take too little care. That is, until she looks down at the hand, stopping "Right.... overreaction. You allright?" she looks at the lip "Think there's anything other than a bloody lip?" she turns over "ANYONE ELSE FEELING HURT?" she stops, hand going to her Blargg "Natives?" she guesses "Looks like we failed at staying away. Kriff, I don't want to infect them!"

"Great," Jessika's exasperated voice suggests it's anything but. No one's responded to her question regarding whether or not they're okay, but multiple members of the team have said something. All but one. Her attention hones in on Aryn. "Princess Cole. Are you alright?" Jessika glances to Lord Iskender after asking the question. "Check on her, please." Her attention diverts back to the pilot. "Upload the coordinates to my datapad. I'll need a topographical of the area, as well, if the shuttle's sensors were able to scan enough of one on the way down." Her eyes snap towards the woman pulling her kit out to examine Aryn. Rather than focus in on that, Jessika finishes her last sweep of the passenger compartment to make sure all bodies are up.

"Here's the rough of it. Our mission can still be completed. We'll take the purification equipment in preparation for deployment into their contaminated water systems. Second, we need to get eyes on what took us down. If we can determine what we're dealing with and its some vehicle-borne or installation turret, there are no doubt ways we can deal with it without having to get close to or engage with the locals." Speaking of locals. The thuds hitting shuttle catch her attention, bringing Jessika to look towards the viewports. Her eyes immediately go to Lord Iskender again. "Don't suppose you can tell if they want to string us up by our boots, can you?"

"That's what droids are for. So far as I know, droids lack the ability to carry diseases. Also, I did not suggest running in there. I suspect the best strategy is to get some handle on the situation before we move out. We can't assume that whatever hit the shuttle can only aim at the sky, and we cannot afford to lose either the Ensign or the ship." Nerys moved to the sound of the tapping, a brief flash of light illuminating as she brought her interface online, "Nubri. Get ahold of yourself." She frowned, looking forwards Aryn and Ban, before she glanced over to Lokir. He couldn't see her grinning inside her helm, but he'd hear it, "Such a change, am I right?" A split second later, she spoke again, "The dialect is very old, and the program is having difficult translating, but I believe they want us to come out with our hands up."

Ban Iskender glances aside to Aryn as the Jedi wavers while regaining her equilibrium. The.. very enthusiastic efforts of Nubri to attend Aryn take place as he nods to Jessika. A quiet word spoken to Aryn, before the knocking and unknown words are spoken. A small frown and nod as he rests a hand on the bulkhead opposite the knocking. The frown deepens, and a bead if sweat forms a d runs down his brow. "I.. do not sense aggression, Major. But in truth, I struggle to sense these beings." Mind reading aliens be tricky, yo.

Aryn, who still doesn't understand what's happening, is accosted by Nubri and cornered. Yelled at. It takes a moment for her mind to come full circle, and the words begin to make sense over the loud ringing in her ears. "Stop. Yelling." She says firmly, her head already hurting from an internal ache that manifested as a result of being tossed about. "I'm f--fine." She coughs. "Thank you," She amends afterward, trying to be polite despite a number of varying elements encroaching upon her mental faculties.

A moment is needed to understand their situation, and she joins Ban at the hatch and places her own hand upon it.

For a moment, she struggles to make a connection with the Force, but she arrives with a brief moment of clarity. Her perception is enhanced by the energy of the Force, which she channels outward, like an expanding bubble. What lay on the other side of the ship, she felt.. as an extension of herself.

It's in that bubble of perception that she felt the living being outside, and could sense the intent within their conscience. From this insight, and her innate sense of danger, Aryn speaks. "They're frightened. Scared and uncertain of who.. or what we are. They.. do not wish to harm us. We should comply.-- It is your call, Major." Aryn draws her hand back and looks at Ban, then Nerys and Lokir, Nubri, and finally Jess.

Lokir listens to the tone of the speakers outside. His outer, polite teeth slide up into his gums and his stomach makes an anticipatory rumble. The civilized reaction to nearby prey. <Confirmed. Definite notes of fear and uncertainty. They are more skittish than aggressive.> Lokir holsters his pistol. His clawed gauntlets are an unavoidable circumstance of high fashion, however--should violence come to pass, a blaster wound might be preferable...Lokir's suit prevent toxins from entering, but does nothing to auto-wash his exterior. <Shall we greet the locals? I don't suppose they have a casino or hotel nearby, but detail on what shot us down would do just fine...>

"Ma'am.. Yes Ma'am." The young officer says as he moves back into the pilot's area. He does glance to the door but that, currently, was above his pay grade. After only a few moments, he would come out with a Padd - or the Padd Jessika had - would be up to date with the information. This would include the topography, their location - where the watering systems were, and where the weapon was. The watering systems appeared to be not to far from their location, a few clicks, right next to one of the towns.

The weapons system that fired on them would be about 6 kliks away from that. The map showing that it was next to a different - larger city.

ROOOOooooommmm. The Engines and lights shut down, though this isn't anything to be worried about but more than likely is the pilot beginning to work. However, it's not to long when they hear a strained and concerned voice,

"Uh Sir.." The pilot comes out and walks over to the port hatch - motioning to it.

"I was looking outside, it appears like they are.." He seems pretty ruffled and has to take a minute, "I think they're using a broken Repulsorlift and have a generator or something on it.. I think they're about to try to ram the ship with it.."

And true to his word.. Those who look outside can see five figures.. Three of them have primitive slug throwers aimed at the ship and the other two are trying to work with technology they've never seen before. they appear to be lifting a very large device on to it... The cylindrical object has a yellow light that is slowly spinning - but getting faster and faster.. Soft sparks of lightning are beginning to come from it. One of the men turns and yells down to the Shuttle, to where it can be heard.

"erant 'iens ut vindicatum ut vos erant' adhæsit in numisma res. Erant 'iens ad arietem illum. Aequaliter Nubila stabit"

Nerys, who was paying more attention to what was going on outside the ship than in, moved up to get a better sense of what they were saying, "Stand back. The door is jammed, we will ram it open."

Nubri breathes in and out "Sorry, N.... must still be stress from the falling." she explains, sighing "How do we let the droids out?" she wonders "Without letting them in, I mean?" she bites her lip "Kriff, I should calm down." she shakes her head "Right. Droids. Anyone got any which can stun? Policy was too big and... pink to bring along." she rubs her chin "N.... think Geiger can go out and scout them, given how small he is?" she bites her lip "I mean, before we figure out how we get out, perhaps we should find out how many there are." she muses, before she hears Aryn, looking at her weaponry "Shall we stash the arms away before we open, in case we were to comply? I don't think any of us want for them to get their hands on blasters. Slugthrowers are bad enough." she sighs "Which, of course, comes with the caveat of everyone essentially ending up defenceless." she stops "I mean.... just thinking.... seems logical they'd disarm us." she blinks.... and then, comes the message about ramming "Nevermind.... seems the choice was made for us." she muses, hand not yet withdrawing, deciding to wait for Jessika's orders... or Nerys translation, moving back "Right.... so.... we essentially would have been sitting ducks withuot their help, according to them, do I get that right?"

The Alderaanian nobleman doesn't have much in the way for information for her, either. But it's the noble members of their team that Jessika's eyes rest on. Aryn, specifically. "Well, I'd like to avoid contact with the natives when I have specific orders to stay away from them. Can't you, I dunno, make them go away? Get into their heads? Peacefully, I mean." It may have been years ago, but Jessika remembers Poe Dameron's encounter with someone who could use the Force, and a lot of digging around into his mind went on. "If you feel that isn't possible, then we may have no other option. We're going to have to leave the shuttle to effect repairs and complete the mission. At least we have some diplomats with us." There's a bright side to everything if you just look for it.

That bright side seems to disappear shortly after receiving the information she asked for from the pilot. She's studying it to determine the path that they're going to take when the pilot's worried voice quickly brings up a problem. Jessika stalks to the viewport to identify the device in question. That doesn't look nice. She glances to Aryn, wondering if the Jedi's injured condition is interfering with her senses, before fixating back on the device. The translation that pops up from Nerys matches up with what she THINKS that thing is capable of doing, but given the size of the device and all the arcing electricity coming up off of it? No. No, Jessika Pava doesn't think that's going to work. She snaps her gaze towards Lord Iskender and Princess Cole. "Uh, hurry, please. Please try to prevent them from activating that thing at us." She doesn't keep the worry out of her voice. "Big armor metal man, on me. You have ten seconds before I'm popping this hatch open and defending this ship. Our ramp isn't jammed, they just can't open it from the outside because they don't have the code." She moves immediately to it, where her hand hovers above the emergency release on the door. That'll open it double-time and allow them to get out if they need to. "If the Jedi don't succeed, you disable that device."

Nerys, as she listened, got to work, pulling some leads from the wrist computer on her armor and feeding it into the translator droid that was affixed to the back of her gloved hand, and yes, she stamped her foot in frustration, "HiBall, help me. I want to tie him into my suit systems so he can speak for us. His interface with the suit will be faster than mine." The ID droid lifted from Nerys' shoulder, hovering down to the level of Nerys' wrist, slapping her hands out of the way and getting to work. Nerys had been doing well enough for the now, but the translator droid, small as he was and simple, had been made for this. At least, she had the presence of mind to move out of the way of any incoming shrapnel or outgoing, well, whatever. It all might get her smooshed.

Ban Iskender nods once, slowly to Jessika. "I will do my utmost to accomplish such an end, Major." A short look back to Aryn and a small nod, and he draws a deep breath and projects a sense outward to the aliens. A sense of unease. Not menace, or outright danger, but that keen aching dread of the unknown. Ramming the unknown object could be dangerous. The unknown is dangerous. Safety lies in distance. Fall back. Fall back and give the unknown a wide berth. Safety in distance. Be safe. He is sweating profusely after some time.

Aryn arrives at the viewport to look out, and feeling the weight of a deadline imposed by the Major, Aryn loosens the collar of her armor for air. This would have to be a two-fold event to instill a bit more fear, or.. to encourage their third-party outside the vessel that this was not the ship they were looking for. No, this would need to serve as a 'you had to see it to believe it.'

Complying with the Major's timeline, Aryn silently signals to Jess with one hand, asking for a moment. Meanwhile, her gaze is locked outside the porthole and her other hand reaches out.

Exacting an influence over the Force, the Jedi Knight commands the very device the aliens are spiriting into action and lifts it into the air. Additionally, the items they carry, are torn from their grasp. In tandem with Ban's warning, which manifested as a dread to get away, Aryn gave them a reason they could see and believe, to further dignify the impulse to run.

Her command of the equipment concluded when she drug her hand from right to left, and cast their equipment airborne and from sight. There was no telling where it landed, or what condition it would be found in. All that mattered was that the equipment could no longer be used to breach the vessel.

Aryn lowered her hand, but leaned against the bulkhead for a moment, breathing heavily. A coughing fit followed, but when/if Jess looked for confirmation, Aryn gave her a thumbs up. Mission accomplished.

The group of native peoples who are only trying to help but are about to get everybody killed within a half mile radius, look prepared to seal the fate of everyone involved. The Repulsorlift activated, the two begin to push it towards the Shuttle. However, for some reason they stop. They all do. The entire group looks into the sky and then at eachother - confused. This is only bolstered by the fact that their weapons now go flying out of their hands. When the repulsorlift goes flying, they are out of there.

However, that is not where our story ends. On a pond - stage left of where Aryn and co were.. there was a frog in a small pond. Now this frog, had been having a pretty bad year. It was a lovely frog, but one down on its luck. The frog of its life had finally left it.. Though truth be told, they had been fighting for a while. The frog had learned that it's left leg just wouldn't ever quite work like it had before hand. And as the frog debated if it was worth living any more - an object would come flying from the heavens. This cylindrical object would splash right next to it with a loud THUNK. The frog slowly went to it, looking at the thing. It was magnificent and beautiful. The cylindrical object had beautiful and wonderous arcs of blue that would connect to the water and trees around it. It really was a peace of work. In the reflection of the eye of the Frog.. you could see the yellow light that had been spinning - getting faster and faster.. Suddenly the yellow turned to a deep dark Red. The Frog that that it was quite beautiful. After the frog had lost the other frog.. it never thought it could love again..but now this beautiful cylindrical making a high pitch noise, with arcs of radiant blue, and a now fastly spinning red that was blinking in and out would be its newest friend.. Dare the frog hope..it's lover?

In the distance, back at the shuttle - the group could hear a loud explosion as water and plant life are thrown into the air - the results of a cruiser's generator going critical and exploding. However, they were now safe and it didn't appear like any other threats were currently present.

Nubri sighs, hand on her pistol still "N, I will stay behind you." she offers, peering out "Any of the natives dead?" she muses, biting her lip "Where are we anyways?" she offers, hands moving to reach for the carbine once she is out, just to be prepared "Now, where are we?"

The thumbs up from Aryn gives Jessike some small measure of relief. Regarding both the Princess and the noble Lord, Jessika inclines her head in gratitude towards them. "Thank you. I didn't mean to rush you, but we were going to have a much bigger problem on ours hands otherwise. That device they had looked like some stripped engine power cell, and it looked like it was also malfunctioning. I'm pretty sure it was going to explode and kill them, if not us, too, if they fired it." She's in the midst of continuing when a loud explosion, even by the standards of their enclosed position, sounds from outside. An accompanying flash of light through the viewports, like a camera going off, leaves Jessika speechless for a moment. "..Like that."

She does a brief sweep through the viewports to see if there are any natives left about before going to the ramp itself. Entering the code, the hydraulics assisted door sweeps away, exposing the ramp and the hull section that lifts to allow them to view the planet they've landed on. The ramp doesn't extend all the way, because the ship isn't on its landing struts. "Eyes and ears open. Nerys, Nubri, please gather the purification equipment. We should probably leave a guard here in case any more natives come stumbling across us. We don't want the Ensign trying to both repair the ship and defend it at the same time. Anyone want to volunteer?" As she's asking the question, she's stepping down the ramp with her datapad in hand and her eyes visiting the information on it. Now she can finally decide which way to take them based on the topograhy. She wants to stick to the valleys for natural defilade and avoid being out in the open as much as possible.

Ban Iskender places a steady hand atop Aryn's shoulder through her coughing fit. A quiet word and a stolid, silent presence in the Force. Ban dips his head to Jessika, "With respect, Major, I daresay I'll be of more use here to gently dissuade any more natives than I shall be of use in matters scientific or technical. I will keep watch here," he offers.

"That's fine, Nerys offered to Nubri, as the team started prepping to move out of the shuttle, HiBall returning to what he dubbed (to himself) his shoulder saddle, ie, Nerys' armor pauldron. For Nerys' own part, she looked down at the map they had been given, head bobbing as she thought to herself, flicking the map this way and that as she contemplated their next move, "If any of them are, there's nothing we can do for the dead. Even Dr. Cole is not THAT good of a physician." She glanced back to Aryn, "Sorry, Dr. Cole."

As she received her orders, Nerys went to gather up the equipment, seeming not to mind the weight, though some of the pieces HiBall helped with, his little repulsor whining a bit as he tried to take some of the weight off. "I'm ready. I'll keep an eye out for any threats which might present themselves and try to keep an eye out."

Aryn reaches up to pat Ban's hand, then looks up at Jessika's address. When the explosion took place, Aryn cringed. She sent a prayer to the Mother then, safeguarding those who might have been in the explosion's range. "S--sorry." She says and looks to Ban. His staying behind made sense, and it gave the Ensign another soldier for which to rely on. "Be well, Lord Ban." She coughs, and waves; the coughing preventing more from being said.

When Nerys speaks of the dead, Aryn says in return; "Never under-estimate the power of the Force." Cough! Bless her. Leaving the watching and spotting to those on the team with sharper eyes, Aryn brings up the tail-end, chartering Jessika's land navigation skills without a second thought. She adjusts her cape to hang along her back for the walk though, freeing her arms for activities.

The hike to the water source was actually not that rough or treacherous, thanks to one Jessika Pava. They were not followed, nor had any issues. Infact, one might think that this was supposed to be the actual easy mission. The group arrives and follow the instructions. The Purifiers were an odd contraption. Made mostly of Plastics - the orders were to drop them into the water. One dropped, a soft whirring could be heard and the devices would sink to the bottom. The devices had been designed to purify the water and ultimately biodegrade - becoming apart of the water source itself. By the time anyone would be able to detect something was down there, the technology would be long dissapated. So they wouldn't have to worry about any cultural contamination. Not that that it is a problem for them now.

The group was closeby to one of the cities, as the map showed - though they were able to stay hidden for the moment. The city itself seemed peaceful, with the peoples minding their own business. The city was a mix of industrialization with still some cottages with children playing..birds chirping.. No frogs though, no more frogs.

As they are finishing up, New Republic radios come alive. The channel that is incoming is an actual Republic channel - but unencoded. As if someone was just fiddling with it and figured out how to get it to work. By this time, the droids and Nerys had finally broken through the language barrier and understood what was being said.

• Chk* <<"Heus, vos potestis credere... can you believe all of these items that were given to us by the Gods? Finally, we will be able to ensure that the weak don't inherit our land. Ready.. Fire!">> *Chk*

Only a fraction of a second later and two turbo lasers can be seen coming from the east where they other city was. The Laser bolt passes over the heroes - barely missing them and slamming into a mountain in the background - casuing a loud CRACK as it obliterates a section. Another bolt comes down and hits right into the center of the city. A wooden structure, seeming like an old church explodes into splinters and rivets as fires and screaming occurs.

• Chk* "Fire Again!" *Chk* .. Nothing.. Crickets. *Chk*<<"What do you mean there's a loud noise and red? I'll be there in a minute!">>*Chk*

Nubri sighs, moving to pull the equipment on as well, following Nerys, looking down the sights of her carbine to make sure they are allright "I mean, depends. We could bury them." she deadpans "But best leave to locals to it. In fact, I would still argue that we can't do anything to help them either way, be they dead or not. Don't want them to die from one of our strains of flu which we eradicated." she muses "So, no medicine, no surgery... they need to deal with it themselves." she looks at Aryn "Unless, of course, the Jedi have some sort of trick up their sleeves to heal from a suitable distance." she mutters "Also, just so you are aware, any reanimated corpses, I am shooting on sight. I saw enough holos to know how that tends to go. And I don't know... over twenty-three years I grew attached to my brain, strange as that may sound..." she freezes "Kriff.... we might accidentally infect them, however.... one of these factions seem to have gotten imperial gear, which I feel.... we should take from them for everyone's safety. Think they shot us down?" Leading the now-four person team on a small hump through the wilderness and to their destination turns out to be an easier task than Jessika expected it to be. The four kilometers go quick and quiet, and Jessika spends time surveying their next route on the datapad when not keeping her eyes peeled for any interference. They arrive at their first objective and get the equipment deployed, fulfilling their primary goal. There's still the matter of the anti-air device which took them down in the first place. She's just about to set them off again when the transmission begins. <"Intrepid, Pava. Do you read?"> The signal they're picking up is not the one she transmits on, and unlike that one, hers is military-grade encrypted. The sky lights up.

Jessika's into the dirt before she realizes it. Breathing heavily as the adrenaline kicks in, her head cranes in the direction she believes the blasts to have come from just based on the way she saw them traveling. Trying to ascertain if the emplacement coordinates she has matches where the weapon came from, Jessika ascertains its the same basic direction. Much different weapons. "That was turbolaser fire." As an X-Wing pilot, Jessika's seen more turbolaser fire than any other kind of weapon. "I think our friends got hold of pieces of a broken up cruiser. They're using the power cells they found to make the weapons operational, but they're not hooked up to the ship's core anymore, obviously. My guess is that they've got a few more shots if they've got more cells." Lifting up from the ground and getting onto a knee, she glances at the Princess. "We don't have the ordinance to take out a turbolaser with our small arms. Our best bet know is to hump it back to the shuttle and repair it. If nothing else, I can use that to make a run on the turbolaser and the other anti-air weapon since I know it exists. Eliminate it from long range and get out. Thoughts?" Jessika glances to the gathered.

Nerys, as they moved, kept her eyes peeled, not not literally, because ew, marking spots here and there they needed to be careful of if they needed to track back in a hurry. "And if we bury them, not knowing their customs for their dead, we might do more offense to them than help. Just as you don't want to infect them with our germs, we don't want to interfere with their lives and customs of death." Once they arrived at the water source, she got to work, deploying the equipment and beginning its programmed sequence, turtling when the shots came out of instinct. The show of poorly managed weapons, as well as the words spoken of gods and their gifts brought her head up, "Major, do any of the ships in the convoy possess the ability to strike the planet with an ionization beam that will render these weapons ineffective? " She tipped her head just a bit to the droid on her shoulder, "Yes, I know you don't like being ionized." She looked back to Jessika, "For all we know, there could be other weapons all over this planet. And if they believe these are gifts from their gods, they will fight to protect them."

Aryn wasn't at liberty to discuss the esoteric nature of the Force and all its amenities presently. She was avoiding the brush and entanglements of their terrain. She had to stop a few times to yank her cape free of brambles, but for the most part, she kept up. Nubri's comment about healing from a range earns her a contemplative look, but Aryn doesn't add onto the discussion. It's easier for her, and important for their concealment, that she stay quiet for now.

Upon deployment of the filters, Aryn watches quietly as each disappears beneath the surface of the water source. Absently, she wonders how many other water sources this one is connected to. The veins of nature had a certain flow to them afterall. When the blast passed overhead, the passage of the bolt bent the trees and kicked up dirt to linger in its path. They had a vantage of its destructive impact, and Aryn's first impulse is to step toward the city, but they had explicit orders.

Instead, she turns to Jess, seeking direction with a look that spoke to her inner conflict. Hearing the explanation, Aryn nods. "That seems to fit our mission parameters, Major. I follow your lead." Aryn looks to Nubri and Nerys for their explanations/solutions/questions then back at Jess. Aryn didn't know the nomenclature for their shuttle, or the weaponry currently armed upon it. That was a matter for the Ace pilot with them.

• Chk* <<"Yea no.. Get one of the glowing things.. No not the red ones.. The Green ones.. Put the Green one.. Oh God.. Just let me know do it..">> *Chk*

Nubri nods, starting to take the gear out as well "However, it brought nothing but suffering already." she muses "So, shall we let nature run it's course, allowing an imbalance of power, and... danger for us leaving as well, if there were more guns?" she offers,t aking a sample of he water, out of pure interest "Wonder what else they might have found, actually... load of blasters?" she stops "Green ones..." she facepalms "Kriff, this gets worse and worse... FO tech..." she blinks "We *should* disable them. Somehow.... without stepping too close. Hopefully the Major can do it..." she rubs her chin "Wish I had my E-Wing..."

"That's a good idea, Nerys. I can't reach the shuttle, though, and I don't have long range communications with the convoy. The pilot said the Intrepid was carrying ordinance, so maybe they've got something we can use to disable rather than destroy. Whatever we do, we need to get back to the shuttle first. Let's move it out." Rising off her knee, Jessika stows the datapad in one of the chest pouches and adopts a two-point control on her clip-attached blaster rifle. She begins leading the team back the same route they came along, all the while trying to continually reach the pilot of the shuttle to get any kind of indication as to how far along the repairs are. Getting back to the shuttle is necessary, because it's the only place they can really weigh their options.

"What would you do with it? Even the best pilot risks damaging the people around any target they fire on, and again, we risk giving them more knowledge of technology that they will have no idea what to do with. It might even make them more eager to search out the remnants here than less." Nerys rose to her feet, once the work was done, turning to take in the group before they made their next move. And when they moved she moved. Just like that. She did not draw her weapon, but HiBall did, as it was easier for him to conceal it than she. "if we can get readings on what chemicals are up in the atmosphere, we might be able to make use of them to increase the range or power of whatever ordinance we can get a hold of."

So begins the trek back to their vessel. Aryn silently hopes that the lack of response from their shuttle is not because it's been overrun. She trusts Jessika's take of their situation, who also has far more experience with the military equipment they are using.

Aryn has nothing to add to the solution, so she takes a spot behind Nubri and Nerys to follow the group back. She listens quietly, considering the option Nerys voices, but she's not sure how they might manipulate the chemicals in the atmosphere without causing some sort of catastrophic effect on the environment. Hmm! Aryn was out of her element!

Luckily for the Heroes, the squadron that returned did, indeed, have Ion weapons. By the time they returned, the vessel was almost ready to be taken off and the Pilot had been able to get ahold of the ships in the surrounding space to ensure that they would not get to close. After being given the orders by one Jesskia Pava - the shuttle was secured and powered down to ensure it would not be impacted. Slowly, it had started to become night - and ever so often - bolts of red would arc from one of the cities to the other. A soft hum could be heard that would slowly get louder. Beams of pure white would crash down upon the planet - hitting both cities and the surrounding areas. While the ground would shake - the hits were precise enough to cause minimal damage to buildings and people but completely wreck any FO technology that might still be around. It is with this, that the Pilot , along with Jessika's help, is able to take off and get back to the ships - with wonderful stories and tales to tell... While the New Republic would send out other ships and crews to see what they could do to limit contamination - damage had been done.. But little did they know.

100...ish Years later

"BWAM! BWAM! I use my powers of gravity to make you fly across the room!"

"Dad! Jerry is being the super hero again! I want to be the super hero!"

"You can be the Dashing Woman with the men of metal!"

"You all can be what ever you want!"

The two children continue to play their games.. basing their stories on an old holovid that had been found. One that was being used by one of the five outside of the shuttle recording and not knowing what he was doing.. One that had been shut off when he turned and ran and thus didn't take damage or somehow magically survived. A holorecorder that was found by the people after.. Showing a Pilot of glory that had commanded her troops, The interpreter that was able to decipher the language and was of the ancients, a man of stoic silence that stayed behind and defended the ship, another man of iron that wanted to somehow convince them he was a policeman, a woman of ingenuity that had carried the life saving packs that purified the water, and the destroyer of frogs..

This Holo had been spread far and wide among the people until it died and then the images made by artists of those who remembered.. for over a hundred years these tales would be told.. Sometimes they were gods, sometimes they were travelers, and ultimately they became legends.