Log:Tatooine Sunburn: A Discovery

Tatooine Sunburn: A Discovery

OOC Date: August 13, 2020
Location: Tatooine
Participants: Ariel Teral, Nubri, Aryn Cole, Sion, Netep Muri, Nerys Arda,Lorcan, Saanvi, Dhr'rall, Sajin

People running through the space port screaming about a dead body in the desert is probably NOT uncommon near Mos Eisley. A group of Jawa's have been running around with their proverbial tails in a twist as they found not one, but two bodies. Or what they assume are bodies. Someone can translate for the little glowy eyed buggers, they are making a fuss. Probably because running into this situation was NOT their idea for the end of the work day.

They've got charred looking pieces of arm and leg armor too that might be the remnants of said finding, but, they are a opportunistic species. At least that's a rumor.

And if people are willing, the group is more than happy to lead folks out to see whatever gruesome discover it is. There are a lot of people that just shake their head and start to go back to their evening. None of their business really.

But some decide to go see what the commotion is about...

Nubri blinks, having landed on Tatooine, expecting a nice, normal day in the only place with a halfway decent bar before she is called into Motesta. That is, before the Java arrived. So there she is, on her least favourite planet... investigating a charred corpse. Not her idea of a regular day. At least she doesn't neead to cope with the horrible, horrible heat. She doesn't need to speak Java to know what is happening, after all... "I can't await leaving this stupid ball of dust..." she mutters under her breath

Aryn Cole is among those who decide to go see what the commotion is about. She appears before the group wearing a sandy tan poncho with a hood up. She appears small, looks unarmed, but is marked by the universal emblem on her satchel (someone who can administer first aid!) For now, the hooded blonde keeps to herself, her gloved hands clasped near her lower back.

Having heard about the issue from a friend in Mos Eisley, Sion also comes to investigate the Mystery of the Charred Corpses. She doesn't speak Jawa, though, so the only option is to go there and see what's up. At least she has a fast swoop to get her there, and temperature-controlled armor.

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Netep Muri is one of those people. She had, afterall, just concluded business WITH a band of Jawa not an hour earlier, so what's a little U-Turn...

Little Netep and her littler passenger go streaming over the sun-baked sands atop her Nightfalcon. The Jawa is seated between her and the steering, pointing the way and jabbering on and on...it'd better be a short trip.

It is.

"Well that's right foul," Muri mutters, hiking a leg to slide off the swoop's back and ensuring the Jawa also disembarks - not because she's polite but because she's knows Jawa habits - and keys the lock before taking a few steps nearer to the corpses. The little desert gypsy comes to a standstill a few paces behind those already investigating the bodies and leeeans a few degrees aside with a morbidly curious squint. "Ain't a rarity, guerfels runnin off into the sands without proper transport to fetch'em back. Or bein murdered. So whatcha think be the case here?"

"Hold on, hold on. Not so fast." Not that Nerys couldn't understand the sharp, slightly screechy words the Jawa were spouting. She could, but this wasn't the time not to make certain she had all of the facts straight. "You were coming in and you just happened to stumble over the parts?" She did not seem much bothered by the fact that they //had// collected the parts as well as came back to tell the tale. "Was there anything to salvage besides the parts? Any sign of a ship or movement away from the place you found them?" She didn't much bother with the heat. That's what a good set of armor was for.

Amongst the odd crowd intrigued by short-lived panic is a towering figure of sandy flesh mostly concealed by crimson plates marked with burning orange as if one of the stars of Tatooine. Lorcan - being a representative of the hunter's guild is easily interested in the chaos, striving right for it with a palm resting on his holster. As if prepared for a slaughter, the Zabrak has every reason under the (two) sun(s) to not only seek the source of the ruckus; yet most importantly the identity of any corpses. A bounty isn't going to find itself!

Saanvi is stopped on her way to the libary said to be here when the commotion catches her attention. She has a medic's emblem on her armor's back and so one of the city dwellers points her towards the commotion "The reports are of a body, yes?" She looks around and muses in puzzlement, briefly checking her utility vest she wears over her armor "I don't understand the urgency if they are already dead there is no helping their condition but very well." Helmet tucked under her arm she makes her way in long crisp strides.

Common indeed, though the animated Jawa's still draw the interest of the large Togorian. He'd been wandering for a diversion, anything to stretch his legs and neck after a long jump. Given his attire, some poor soul was just delivered privately to meet a terrible fate. He doesn't speak Jawa either, but enough folk had been translating on the fly. With a shrug of shoulders, he points his index claw at a rental speeder shop vendor to make arrangements so he is able follow the agitated tiny robed ones.... along with a great many people.

Sajin, King of Drik, just so happens to be here as well. He meandered around Tatooine sometimes just for the heck of it. Maybe it was Nostalgia. Maybe he was looking to buy a moisture farm. Who knew. At the news of the dead bodies in the desert and the group assembling to go take a look, the armored Hapan decides to tag along, riding his Overracer.

The Jawa's are sqwuaking still, some of them looking to Muri for help, because, she's seen them recently! So hey, this is fortunate. They small band of brown robed figures leads the group not very far outside of Mos Eisley proper and they can see the remnants of smoke that are streaking up towards the darkening sky. They look like ghosts trying to escape this mortal coil.

Lucky ones.

There in the not too far distance there are two shapes that are lying in the sand, one face down, the other is in a very uncomfortable looking side position.

Nubri sighs, looking over at the corpses "...I utterly hate this planet." she muses "Why is one day worse than the other?" she narrows her eyes at the smoke "Very recent corpses... at least it saves me the hassle of trying to remember how to determine a time of death.... just what could have set it on fire?"

Led out to a point in the desert, along the outskirts of Mos Eisley, Aryn follows what group isn't moving by vehicle. When they arrive at the spot, Aryn kneels down to get a better look of the two shapes in the sand. A scanner from her satchel is brought out, switched on, and the young doctor scans what's left in an effort to investigate what happened. Some scans revealed small clues, and sometimes it was pretty obvious. Was it an execution? Aryn had been here when people were executed before, and it was not pretty! She remains quiet, and keeps her hood up.

Sion slows her bike as she gets closer, seeing the fading smoke plume rising. She comes to a stop as she does, nodding to Nubri and seeing the two burned corpses.

Ugh... however they died, it's doubtful that it was pleasant.

Still, a look to the side reveals something else... something larger. Frowning, she gestures to Nubri and points out what looks like a crashed speeder near one of the dunes. Shrugging her puzzlement, she points the bike's nose at it and cruises slowly that way, foregoing the use of the swoop's main drive. Might singe someone who /hasn't/ been charred to death.

Once there, she drops from the Flare-S and moves to take a closer look at the crash site.

Flexi-soled boots bear Netep quietly over the windswept 'shallows' of this vast Dune sea as she bends an ear to the chittering natives. Her ears are listening but her eyes are fixated on a fragment of something beyond the grotesque scene and she gravitates toward it. This slow-stepped wandering passes her through the shadow of a much, much, much bigger form. Netep casts a wary glance over shoulder and notes that sizeable fellow looming there. The Togorian is very nearly twice her height! A blink and sniff rejects the acrid sting of that smoke and her hazel eyes are soon glazed over by a shrug of membrane. A small but beneficial contribution of her genetic freakdom.

"Ol'val, Sajin," she greets the Hapan in passing but keeps her concentration on /something/ in the distance. Several strides later, she stoops to pick up a partially shiny bit of hardware. Half of it is coated in carbon scoring but the fact that it's sitting here atop the sand means it hasn't been here long...

Muri lifts her chin to peer thoughtfully in that rough direction, burnt bolt rolling to and fro between her fingers. And there it is. A suspicious heap. Swifter strides return her to her own swoop, leaving the Jawa in the literal dust and up she hops! The blue Nightfalcon cruises on after Sion's Flare-S, wooly shawl drawn up and o'er her nose to keep out the bitey particles in the air.

There is sniffing towards the air, jade pupils narrow down and his large head casts to one side suddenly. That head tilts towards the left in consideration. Dhr'rall reaches down to his thigh, he calmly draws his heavily modified blaster rifle into his clawed hands. A look towards the other Bounty Hunter first and he jerks his chin in the direction of a crashed speeder. Speaking in a towards Lorcan in an understandable but semi-broken basic with a growling tone. "Speeder, crashed. Blaster bolts and burns." The blaster rifle is in his hands in response to the burns, a precaution. There are no old bold Hunters, even so. The armored Togorian starts taking a wide circling path in the sand so as to not approach the speeder directly, ready to dive behind a dune if necessary.

Nerys, who was doing a good job of keeping up with the group, bonus!, cast her gaze around as she moved with them to the source of the disturbance. There was no need to shade her eyes, thank you armor, but she did pause a moment, looking off towards one of the dunes, where she could just see the remains of a speeder not much different, at least from here, from the ones that saw much use on the desert planet. But with some of the group already splitting off to investigate the remnants, Nerys remained with the bodies, staying within the vicinity of the hooded figure (OOC: Aryn). While some worked on the bodies, she searched the area surrounding where they had fallen.

Besides others, Lorcan attached himself to the entourage of the Jawas; though as they neared the smoking remains, his concealed gaze scanned over the others. At a point, he notices a another wrap of the Guild's plates - in which direction he offers a nod, recognising Dhr'rall. A flash of his HUD snaps into the visor before the database tries it's absolute best to make work of any of the only corpse face-up, awaiting with hope that anyone might decide to turn the other around, as he restrains himself from interrupting those actually investigating the causes of their demise. His attention waivers however, as he moves to catch up with the tall feline with a rejuvenated step, "Not anyone with a price on them, so far." - muffled through the helmet, the Iridonian dialect bled through otherwise fluent Basic in the company of the Togorian; a short glance over his broad shoulder searching for one particular sight, though returning to focus at the speeder regardless of whether he finds it.

Saanvi pauses and scans the wiiiiide open desert. After a moment's consideration she lifts her helmet and tugs it on over her head. Less interested in the dead bodies she is scanning the sea of rolling dunes, the waves of heat making them seem to ripple unhelpfully. Her stride carries her towards where the others converge though her gaze is casting about. She spots the robed figure up ahead and her steps halt for a moment. Another more careful look around and she continues though at a more ambling pace. Spotting Lorcan she makes her way towards him but cuts those examining the body a wide berth as she does so "Hello Mr. Lorcan." her own voice muffled by the helmet as she closed in.

5tSajin stepped down off of his speederbike after stopping it just a ways away from the climbing towers of smoke. Walking towards the dead bodies, he places his arms akimbo. He turns his head towards the speeder wreckage, moving eventually over towards it to inspect it. <<"Well... it wsn't the Hutts either. They would have strung them up somewhere as an example. This was dirtier, clumbsy even.">> It's what the Hapan has to offer at least for now. He looks back over towards Aryn, <<"What do you think, Doctor Cole?">> he avoids other more noble titles in mixed company such as this.

The suns are sinking in the sky and there is a shriek from the Jawa's that have lead the group out when the dead body of the pair moves, a false movement of a corpse. It sends them running back towards the road to Mos Eisley. They apparently were not sticking around for anymore looting or to see what is going on. One of the Jawa's on the way out does stop and pick up the cloth that was in the face down mans hands and thrusts it at anyone who will take it. There is a message on the inside:

'Death to those who would enslave us.'

Well, apparently these guys are or were slavers. Or close to a group. Otherwise they'd probably be less crispy and more lively.

Nubri crouches down next to the corpse "Si! HERE! We have someone alive!" she yells, hand to check the pulse "Correct that.... technically alive. Not sure if I'd say he'd survive..." And then... she notices Si flew off to the swoop, looking at the cloth but deciding not to investigate it while there is a life to possibly be saved. Which is why she gets what she can from her medkit. Sure, the odds are minimal but... best try to save him. Not only is it her duty but... the death have considerable trouble talking, come to think of it. Strange, but what can you do. She peers over to the wreck, then back at the corpse and his friend, changing over towards coms, talking while she tries to do her best to preserve a life which is barely there, which might be a futile endeavour. But not before applying her usual bedside manner towards the likely unconcious charred.. body at her feet "Look... if you don't make it through... I can't exactly guarantee what awaits you on the other side... frankly, might be better than this horrible heat, but... who knows. Might be infinitely more bor- Tatooine... you know what, I don't care. Die if you want, make my day... it isn't like I want to get you out alive or anything, Mr. I am going out in a place worse than Jakku." she sighs as she continues stabilising before moving to her coms to signal her droid to bring the truck around from Mos Eisley... which might be a little while, giving her time to do more work, unaware of what the paper says

Aryn accepts the cloth and rises back up, not wishing to intervene with the saving of the life. Nubri seemed a capable enough doctor to manage it. Stepping back lightly, she takes a place beside the large Hapan and opens the cloth to read aloud. "Death to those who would enslave us." Her Alderaanian accent marking her as the one Sajin said was 'Dr. Cole.'

The youthful blonde draws her hood back then, revealing pale blonde hair that fell and cupped a scarred face. She offers the cloth to Sajin and sighs. "I believe this is tied to slavery, Sajin. A despicable regime." Aryn's thoughts go to her lost friend, Nomi, a slave that was once she and Rey's companion.

Aryn finally answers Sajin's question. "One lives, as the lady has said. Though barely. I am not certain what plot led them to this fate though. I wonder if we are in danger?" She turns her blue gaze to the desert a moment, releasing a deep breath.

It doesn't take long to cruise the 100 meters or so along to the mangled heap of metal that was once a speeder. Being demoted to 'scrap' does not mean it's entirely useless though, so while Sion investigates the site for law and order, Muri pokes around with a different agenda. A tanned thumb wipes away some grit from the elevation gauge that's popped a bit loose from its encasement. Might it be retrofitted into a different model? Worth keeping as a spare. She leans over the cab, 'investigating' some scoring on the windscreen while her nimble little fingers of her left hand pry and twist the piece loose and disappear it into the depths of her jacket.

The rest of the wreckage is given a thorough exam, then she widens her radius and finds her boot steps into the print of another's. Netep squints after the line of foot prints that head toward town. Survivor? Leaving Sion to what she's doing, Muri hops back on the Nightfalcon and steers it at idle speed alongside the tracks.

Nerys, who was still close to the bodies, but not occupied with looking them over...or, at least in one case, trying to save them, busied herself in searching the area around which the bodies had fallen, killed, or almost killed, whether out of spite or retribution. Bodies rarely simply dropped dead out of the sky, and with the wreckage not far, it was likely they had tried to escape on foot after their transport was downed. She retrieved what looked like a damaged datapad, slipping it, for now, into one of the side pockets of her backpack, before she took a knee, removing her working datapad and making a quick sketch of something she caught on the armor. "Some sort of crest, on their armor, but I'm not immediately familiar with the source.A sand dune with a pair of flags. A moment." She fell silent, head tilted slightly away from the glare of the sun, as if she needed the flat white of the desert sand to work on. "The Fading Sun. Slavers, though everything I could find say they are based off of Kafrene. At least in the last half a decade." She looked back to Aryn and those who were close enough to her, "They're unpopular, even among other slavers. And that's saying something."

"If you find one and cash in, you owe me a drink." Lorcan casts a look up at the Togorian towering over a tower of Zabrak; the latter turning on his boot away nearing the crashed speeder, as his hope for findin' a bounty out of sheer luck faded. A brief glance stabbed into the blonde-haired figure of robes, before it falls upon an approaching woman, nodding once. He'd halt abruptly, letting the distance between himself and Saanvi to close just enough for a low grumble under his breath to emerge before he nodded in the direction of Mos Eisley, shifting in the baking sand to set himself on course for it.

Saanvi's head tilts as if listening. After a moment, "Standby, Mr. Lorcan." She turns on heel and replies to thin air <<Request noted. Medic inbound for Eval.>> striding in at a brisk pace she still cuts a wide path around the robed figure but otherwise her attention remains on the the bodies and surrounding area. To Aryn's "It would be prudent to behave as we are until there is evidence that we are not. The bodies of those who succumb to trauma are typically not found in areas I would classify as safe. Those I imagine the intent "

Helpfully to Nubri and oddly calm for someone surrounded by such carnage "If you require the patient alive long enough to attempt to question try pushing IV Fluids, administer small dose of glucose and stimulants appropriate for that species-low dose, also a vasodialtors to stem the hemmoraging and raise the vitals. IF you can stave off shock you may have a chance at your answers before organs begin to shut down." As if this is a totally, normal thing for a doctor to know or have occasion enough to have a treatment plan for. For all the clinical dispassionate recital of her suggestion the final comment reveals a hint of humanity and genuine remorse, "Pain management, sadly, is likely to hasten lack of consciousness and usually followed by death."

She studies the scene, "Dr. Marbuli, this isn't the scene of a crash. Why would you ask? It looks as if these individuals were beaten and then immoliated with some matter of excellerent, likely fuel from a vehicle but I cannot say what manner exactly they were set on fire." She blinks and turns after Lorcan "Be Right along!" She turns and backtracks calling "Saline, stims, and glucose to keep him conscious long enough for questioning!"

He lets the medical and knowledgeable types do their thing, he will do his. He starts sweeping his eyes slowly more side to side, even as he approaches the wreck. There is a faint scowl in regards to the various beings tramping all over hell and yon in their own search for information. A soft snort at the thought before jade pupils turn themselves first on the hooded blonde, and then immediate onto Netep slowly idling along some tracks. His head bobs with approval, and turns his attention back towards the area.

With Nerys speaking, his ears flick up and rotate towards her for an immediate scowl. Clearly he is not a fan of slavers, and it is rare he accepts their jobs. Though there were exceptions to everything. The ears twitch again, and Dhr'rall head pivots towards Lorcan, there is a chuffing sound of amusement. "Unlikely." It is not clear what he meant by that, the rifle sweeps the dunes again. Precautionary, wariness radiating from the Togorian.

       Sajin crosses his arms over his chest plate as Aryn comes to join him. <<"Well can't say they didn't get what they deserve I guess. Should just let them rot here in the sand.">> That probably included the one that was still alive. He clearly had no sympathy for slaver, years with Defiance atesting to that. <<"Either way... I don't think we're in danger... they're long gone from this place. I would be if I were them.">>

Sajin was probably right, whoever did this was probably long gone by now.

But there was always the chance that someone might be hanging around. They'd find out eventually. Or when bodies popped up again.

For now, the suns have sunk behind the dunes of sand and there is help with transporting the injured, but alive man to the place Nubri directs them. The other body is also taken, but no one knows what is going to happen with that one.

And apparently there was a vigilante out killing slavers. What fun!