A Wretched Hive (Game Thread)

[Melblen_Cairn]

The group moves into the cockpit where Corran is already at work. "Silten can handle our jump calculations again? Should be much easier since we were just there."

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Hyperspace Travel time [1d6] = 1 times 12 for the back up puts you at 12 days to get back. You can try to plot a more aggressive route and half it by every 5 added to the DC. Since you just traveled here your data has not really aged yet so the jump back has a base DC of 10.

You can also have M8 aid another, but then it would have the coordinates of the Whendyll system too.

[Nanshork]

Silten quickly plots a more aggressive route back to the Whendyll system.

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Use Computer: 26

[Melblen_Cairn]

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That shrinks travel time down to a day and a half.

At Silten's nod that the course is plotted, Corran turns back to the controls and sees the panel light up, "Not a moment too soon, looks like we have a few contacts dropping out of hyperspace. See you boys"

The star field ahead of you smears into the long blue tunnel of hyperspace as your ship rockets out of view. "Another fine get away. What did you guys score us from the wreckage?"

[Nanshork]

"We got what we came for.  We alsso retrieved a freezer full of meat that I need to repair, an old vulture droid, and a cannon."

[Melblen_Cairn]

The day and a half trip goes by without any disasters. The ship soon drops out of hyperspace in the remote system near the planet you left the Banshee.

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Anything you want to do during the day and a half?

[Nanshork]

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I want to repair the freezer full of meat and work on the droid to see if it's worth activating and joining my droid army or I'd rather scrap/sell it.

[Melblen_Cairn]

Silten works on the freezer immediately not wanting to lose valuable cargo. Since there are no spare parts available, he is forced to take them from the ship's autochef. These will be easily replaced later.

Later inspecting the droid starfighter, he finds it is in working order and just needs to be fully charged. Though without a remote processor, the droid will still not function. The best option is likely to fence the former CIS military hardware.

Upon the ship's approach to the planet, Corran hails the Banshee on the comms. "Captain Okeefe of the Banshee, this is Corran of the..." he turns to the rest, "What should we call this bird?"

[Nanshork]

Silten hisses profanity in Sluissi, why doesn't their ship have a name?

[Nanshork]

After thinking for a moment about the makeup of the crew Silten suggests, "How about Outcasst?"

[Melblen_Cairn]

Corran chuckles once and mirthfully says, "Yeah that fits us perfectly. No objections?" looking at Orsk, and oddly, Aiakos for approval of the name.

[LordBlades]

None from me Aiakos looks a bit puzzled that her opinion is asked It's your ship after all.

[Melblen_Cairn]

Corran nods and turns back to the comm "...of the freighter Outcast. We are approaching the planet and will be there in a few minutes. Are you down there?"

The captain's voice returns a moment later, "We certainly are, Two-B's patient has woken a few days ago and has begun to recover. Haven't gotten much out of him though."

[Melblen_Cairn]

Corran sets the Outcast down on the beach near the Banshee. Captain Okeefe meets you all at the bottom of the ramp. Noticing the new addition to the group, "Welcome back, who's the new girl?" she adds in a concerned low tone toward Corran and Silten.

[Melblen_Cairn]

Orsk heads right up into the Banshee to see 2-1B about his wounds.

[LordBlades]

A stowaway of sorts Aiakos interrupts with a smile These fine gentlemen had the good will to pick me off the wreck I found myself stranded on. The name's Aiakos Dran.

[Melblen_Cairn]

"Well then, welcome aboard the Banshee, Aiakos." Sirona Okeefe says as she ushers the group on board and to the medical bay. "We got that his name is Hallomar after he woke up, he immediately wanted to know how long he had been out for. Really alarmed about it until we told him about how much time had passed. Then he relaxed a bit. Not one for small talk I will tell you that."

2-1B is already looking over Orsk's wounds. "Master Silten, Master Corran, good to see you still functioning. Do you need any medical attention? It would appear by this bothan patient's wounds, that you saw some violent blaster fire."

[Melblen_Cairn]

"Hey Droid." You hear from inside the med bay room the human is laying in. 2-1B rushes off to see to it's patient.

"In your condition I do not suggest you get up yet sir." you hear from the room a moment later.

[Nanshork]

Silten silthers after the medial droid, wanting to see what all this fuss was about.

[Melblen_Cairn]

"Remove this stuff so I can get out there. Its been long enough, if the heaps aren't replenished, we will all be overrun by the jungles predators." the man argues

"Sir, please return to your bed. Medical guidelines must be followed, you risk re-injury and infection by exposure to the elements outside this medical bay." the droid quotes back.

Wait, you didn't mention that before! You better start talking mister, we  gave you your privacy but now your endangering my ship." Captain Okeefe pipes in.

[Melblen_Cairn]

"Masters, please he needs to remain at rest." The droid turns to Corrana and Silten pleading his case.

Still visibly weak but determined. The man gets out of bed, yanks the monitoring wires and moves to pull on his clothes, "The smell of the composting remains tends to keep the other predators away. It makes it seem like a lair of a bigger predator to them. Let it lapse and they move in. The very first colony on this world didn't last long because of the local wildlife."

As he bends to pick up his needelsheel rifle as he exits the door he winces in pain, swoons and nearly collapses to the floor.