Federation Commander

Marcus looks at Captain Jack and says, "Are you sure you want to leave them here?"

"Ah, our chariot awaits... " Captain Jack says... He also drops one of his canteens of water with the now knocked out Hildarian... He doesn't want dried out boots someday...

Marcus strips them of their communicators and kicks some sand on them. Then he jumps into the ATV and broods.

A particularly shrivelled up nomad approaches you while the party packs up and prepares to leave. Rocky translates for you.

The old dude is pretty peeved about the slaughtering of the riding lizards and the murder of Rokerig's grandfather. In order to... uh... "acheive a proper balancing", he asks that you take him and a detachment of eleven warriors with him. As an aside, Rocky puts in that if they can do some minor looting at some point, that would help.

(While you're talking, you notice nomads stripping the bodies of the the two humans Skexis killed... and then dragging them out into the open sands. They seem to be setting up some sort of device there....)

Captain Jack tells Rokerig that: "As far as I'm concerned, I'll take these twelve nomads with me anytime.... balance is good. " The he addresses the rest: "Anyone else have a problem with that?"

"No but what are those guys doing?" Alien cats are curious too.

Rokerig says, "Oh those guys...? Nomads are very strict about low impact camping and... uh... recycling."

The nomads run away from the dead human bodies. A minute later... a small sandworm arrives, eats them, and then tunnels away.

Marcus says,"The more the merrier. But lets get going the longer we wait the further away she gets!"

You all load up on the ATV and head out.

It's a little bit out of the way, but you stop by a secret nomad outpost on the way back and pick up 11 "Drak" warriors.

As you get back to Donjebruche Trading Post... you notice the signal coming from the business district... just a few blocks from Red Kindjal Traders where you recently spoke with Muankaal.

Apparently... the signal is coming from a mega-scraper owned by Cygnosis Limited.

Marcus says,"This time we are going to be less discret! That woman has been a thorn in my side since I have gotten to this dust ball! I say we go in and we go in hot!"

"I'm usually all for being discrete, but I feel that Marcus is completely right, we should raid this place...""

Marcus stares out the window with an intense look on his face seeming to be psycing himself up for the battle ahead...not that he really needs much of any.

OOC: time to up tactics and phaser........

"Honest archaeologists? I say we throw these honest guys to the worms. See this hole? And this one? and this one?" he rants. "Illegal disruptors, no less. Tell Rocky and his pals, recycle this one, too.

As they decide whether to charge, he says, "Fells, I'd love to join you. but I got holes burnt in me, and I need some good drugs before I'm in top fighting shape. I did what I wanted, and drew their fire so you could take them out- I just wish I knew they had disruptors. Them dang things hurt!

"Now, the way I look at it, we can get some medical attention, and then maybe I might could get my hands on something that could help..."

(OOC: How hard is it to buy some heavy weapons or explosives? I was thinking of maybe spending some character points on gear, but then I'm not real sure how much you want us to go charging in and blowing the place up. Sounds a bad idea to me as a player, but Fred just lives for that sort of thing,)

Captain Jack was actually paying attention: "Actually, Fred brings up a valid point... he does need to get some medical help... Rokering, swing by some place so we can get Fred some help here, first..."

Hmm...

[13 or less (Marcus), 13 or less (Jack), 9 or less (Skexis), 12 or less (Fred) Streetwise! (3d6=6, 3d6=10, 3d6=10, 3d6=10)]

(My, you all are a streetwisey bunch o' characters....)

There's a non-Frederation affiliated medical care facility that's sort of an open secret among scuzzy folk here. It's a couple blocks from Guido's, outside of the business district. A bit pricey, but they don't ask any difficult questions there....

You check Fred in...

[First Aid... (1d6+1=2)]

And wow... looks like those energy rifle burns were worse than we thought.

It will take some time to patch him back together-- especially if he doesn't want to have horrible scar tissue that will force him to do his casanova routine only in total darkness from now on....

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[GM query: The hanger that the skimmer went into has to be at least 20 stories up.... How do you propose to get in there...?]