9.32.4786 Republic Reckoning

Elbram: Elbram kneels by the side of the river, a few feet from the de facto entrance to the Lunatic Fringe, and carefully rinses away the blood from his hands and forearms. Spotting Igashu cutting aluminum tubing for use in the litters, he gets to his feet quickly and approaches him. "Igashu, it occurs to me that perhaps we should erase some of the more easily identifiable bits of data from the computers... Dormamu probably already knows how much we know, but there's no point in tipping our hand any more than we have to. Purging all the data we've already given to the Admiral, for example, might be wise. Of course, I haven't the faintest clue how to actually go about doing that, so I'll leave it up to you and To'iir to decide whether it's worth the trouble." Giving what he hopes is an encouraging smile, Elbram steps back into the ship, returns to his quarters and places his lightsaber crystal and the rubbing of the old poem into a small hide pouch, which he loops around his neck and tucks under his robes. "I really need to learn how to sew," he mutters as he closes the wardrobe door, abandoning several garments while stuffing a few others into his backpack. He turns to leave, then stops and opens a drawer in his desk. He removes a small, double-bladed steel dagger and a whetstone from the drawer and stows them away, tucking the dagger itself into his belt next to his lightsaber.

Venturing into the lavatory, he hunts around in the debris until he finds a bottle of soap, and tucks it into the pack. He locates a few other bottles and brings them out to the cockpit, distributing them to any who might need them. "This way we won't need to bring as much clothing along, as long as we have enough water to wash the clothes we have."

"We might not need to worry too much about that," To'iir remarks as she secures her own pack. "That cloudbank we passed through on the way down was pretty low, and this is a jungle. It's quite likely we'll have some rain in the next few hours."

Raising an eyebrow at this, Elbram removes his cloak, folds it, and places it in his pack, donning his waterproof one instead. "I'll help carry litters; just let me know when you're all ready."

Dabai: After finishing his argument with Quindo about surveilling the area, Dabai takes some time while people are scurrying about to scout out the landing area. Making sure to look for any signs of travel or habitation, both sentient and non. Probably having difficulty concentrating over Quindo's constant lecturing.

After deciding that there is no immediate threat he wanders over to the river to throw some water on his face. Talking mostly to himself but loud enough for those close by to hear. "You know war is a funny thing Quindo. Its easy for generals or leaders to tell which side they belong, but for us soldiers its not so black and white. Ya you support the home team and its all great, but its not so easy when the shit hits the fan. I wasn't trained to investigate. I was trained to serve. After that day when my unit was decimated in the rebel uprising in the Kingdom, I couldn't go back to the navy. I joined mercs because it was a little more detached. It wasn't like watching friends I grew up with die because I wasn't good enough. I know now the mistake I made. I ran away from that day, and I will not run hide or take the easy way out again!"

Igashu: "I'll take a look." Igashu replies to Elbram with a reassuring smile and returns to his current task. After gathering a half dozen relatively straight and sturdy pipes of ~2 Meters he lays them out on the ground and ducks into the ship to gather up supplies.

First he begins looking for food, and then stops. Instead he scours the ship quickly to find Davin... or what's left of him. Sealing up his ashes in a bag so they won't be lost he places them back into the urn, and then fills the extra space with some quick food bars and snacks he manages to scrounge up from around the ship. The urn get's packed into his satchel, along Davin's remaining possessions, packing as tightly as he can manage.

Next he starts rummaging the bunks, tearing sheets off, and running them out to the poles. Then back into the ship for as much water, and empty containers for such as he can find. Tossing those out near the stretchers as he finds them.

Darting again into his room he start tossing things around and muttering, until he finds a small compass, which he stuffs quickly into his satchel.

Lastly he zips up toward the cockpit, and hits a few keys before calling "To'iir!". He keeps pressing buttons. "Elbram had a good idea... I tried to wipe everything I could, but I don't know much about this ship. You might want to check." He then turns and returns to the stretcher material to help construct them.

To'iir: To'iir appears in the cockpit with camouflage pants and jacket, sporting a large backpack in one hand. "There are two ways to do that. First, you can reformat everything, like this," she pauses while she enters the commands, "or you can permanently remove their data transfer capability, like this." She produces a grenade with a lot of lights and even a LCD display. "EMP grenade, get rid of volatile memory. Couple with frag grenade, get rid of crystalline solid-state memory." She produces a small thermal detonator. "Or, just go for the overkill and melt everything." She sets them both in the computer bay and sets a timer on each. "Fire in the hole!" she shouts as she hustles Igashu out of the cockpit and to the remains of the kitchen. A loud explosion shakes the ship, sending waves out along the river. Those outside see the side of the cockpit explode open and debris rain across the riverbank.

J'ror: "Okay, so what does everyone have?" asks J'ror. "We need an inventory here."

Quindo: Quindo comes out carrying a bulging satchel over one shoulder, and his travel easel over the other. Hanging from his belt are a pair of MP5s?... one is Dabai's.

J'ror: J'ror takes one look over and says "We're in a hurry Quindo, leave your easel."

Quindo: Quindo turns slowly to face J'ror, his face impassive. "If it becomes a problem, I'll leave it. I'll carry my share, don't worry about that. Besides... we might need some dry materials to start a fire."

"Dabai, stick close to me. If we get into trouble, I'll make sure you get your gun. In the mean time, I haven't heard too much detail about your unit and how well trained you guys are in the Force. Talk to me."