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| - Corulag: Dunelands - Gravel Plain Under the harsh sky and burning red sun overhead, a gravel plain stretches for many kilometers in all directions. Away to the west and south are endless sand dunes formed by the prevailing wind out of the east. The land itself is not as red as other places; rather, it is a dull tan color. The terrain, though generally considered a plain in that it is relatively flat, is crossed by many ravines. It is generally rock and gravel, though it is still a desert. Water is nowhere to be found. To the west, the plain seems to fall away, though it is too far to see what they fall away into. To the northwest, low hills rise that look like they could provide some shelter or hide water if one knows how to find it. Tough Old Dewback comes out the dunes. From Tough Old Dewback, Tuil appears atop a tough old dewback. He swings his leg over and jumps down. Jedi robes of the desert billow as the Jedi hops down. "Young Liam, Karin. Good day to you both. The Force is with us." The old dewback looks pacific as a ship lands nearby. It goes back to doing whatever it does. "Tuil Lindo." Karin looks up from a little fire that she is poking with a long stick, smiling at the Jedi. A little desert lizard has been stuck onto a spit, it sizzles slightly at its place above the flames. "Don't worry about the smoke, I have set a disrupter to scatter it. Our position is safe," she waves her hand at a small, black apparatus nearby. Watching the dewback approach, the child narrows his eyes against the desert sun. Dressed in now-off-white desert robes, Liam Logistical Nightmare L'hnnar, lets his gaze drift to the rider. A flick of a nose, he gives, in greeting, before going back to poking the cooking lizard with a small stick. Is it done yet? Is it done yet? Juices scatter sparks in the pit. Tuil checks his comlink and runs a quick scan. "They're out there, Karin. Odds are they know we're here the same way we know they're there. We should be cautious." The Jedi looks over at the boy. "Ever had lizard before? They can be tasty if they are meaty enough." A small shuttle finds purchase on the grounds here relatively easily, the ramp lowers and a young man in a desert robe steps out, though he glances towards the group and than around as if to say back here again. He steps up to them removing his hood. Graham bows his head in greeting to them all "Good to see all again." he smiles faintly. Karin touches her comlink and nods at Tuil before she looks to the roasting creature with a smug smile. "This one is juicy. I found it over in the old forest, it was easy enough to take down with a stun-gun. I'm showing Liam how to survive in the desert, not that there are many of them on Corellia." The lady smiles at the youth and turns a look at Graham, nodding politely. Tuil nods as Graham appears. "The Force is with us, Graham. Stretch out your feelings. What do you sense?" "Not as good as rat," Liam says stiffly, attempting diplomacy despite the scowl he wears. He looks over to Karin, frown lessening, "This is better than school, Miss Karin." Another poke to the meat. "When can we eat it?" Graham bows to the master, and is silent his eyes focused as he reaches out to feel his surroundings with the force. Suddenly a shuttle appears from the hills to the north and flies low over the gravel plain coming right at the camp. It kicks up dust as it fires! COMBAT: A laser barrage from Tyburnium hits Tough Old Dewback and scratches it! COMBAT: Laser bolts from Tyburnium strikes near Tuil! Close call! COMBAT: Laser bolts from Tyburnium strikes near Karin! Close call! COMBAT: Laser bolts from Tyburnium strikes near Graham! Close call! COMBAT: Laser bolts from Tyburnium strikes near Liam! Close call! COMBAT: A laser barrage from Tyburnium misses Prestige and causes devastation nearby. COMBAT: A laser barrage from Tyburnium hits Silver Fish, seriously damaging it. The shuttle is gone. "When the skin is black and falls off by itself." Karin's answer at Liam is even and there is no humour to see in her dark eyes. Suddenly she jumps up and pushes hard at the boy to make him fall down -- then she dives for cover behind a nearby backpack! "Bloody hell!" Liam gapes at the spot the fire, and lunch, had once been, coughing some soot out of his face and groaning at the fall. "... Aww, poo doo." He scowls up at the sky, then back to his ruined meal. "Stupid Hutts." Graham is able to feel presences near by, and than something different, the padawan opens his eyes just in time for the laser blasts after him he jumps back quickly the blast landing where he was. He is now alert to the sky. Tuil ducks low and the lasers miss him. He looks back up to the sky, but the shuttle is gone. Frowning, the Jedi looks at those with him and calls out, "Is everyone alive? Injuries? Hmmm. I think they know we're here." His remark is punctuated by a smirk. "You don't say!" Karin laughs at Tuil, raising and brushing off her clothes. She keeps a wary look on the sky. "We should leave. Another barrage and my poor ship will suffer immensely. Graham, did you have any ideas how to get your lightsaber back? I looked a little into Gunga's whereabouts," her smirk is as smug as Tuil's, "and he's back here on Corulag." Liam rises to dust himself off. Letting the big people plan and plot, the child starts foraging around the cooking pit. Surely, a leg or tail had survived the laser. And, maybe even fully cooked now! SALVAGE: You poke around looking for something to salvage ... but you find nothing. Tuil looks to the hills in the distance and then remarks slowly. "We need a diversion. Something to draw their attention. I bet the way you all came out is being watched. We need something to make them think we're coming a different way first." The young man looks to all and back to the ships. "I agree should move, I wondered about that but don't want any further trouble for you all." Graham says keeping an eye on the sky. "One moment." Karin nods at Tuil and climbs up a silvery metal side and into her V19 Torrrent. A series of clanging sounds come from the ship's insides. Then the lady appears, looking more burdened than before. "We are already /in/ trouble, Graham. Trick is to get out if it with your saber. Any ideas?" Alas, tragedy of tragedies. Nothing more atrocious or disheartening than the loss of a good meal. The child's search only turns up crispyfried bones.. but they could be sticks, in their state. With his medical training, one would think he would not need to sample it, but hunger overrules logic. Seeing the old people busy with their talking, Liam pops a bit into his mouth, then promptly gags and spits it out. "... Stick." the boy says with an observative nod. Sacrificing for science! Tuil nods. "Karin, if you take off and fly a quick recon over their fortress, I will hit the least defended part. Yesterday I destroyed the shield atop their wall. They may not be manning it now that their men on top would no longer be protected." Karin nods at Tuil's words. "Do you want me to fire at them or just recon? Also, I have a bomb or two that may prove a good distraction. I will look for a good site so set it up from above. Let's all set our comlinks to frequency 773." The woman lowers her voice at the last sentence. Karin boards Silver Fish. SPACE: Silver Fish blasts off into Corulag: Desert Sky. Silver Fish goes to Corulag: Desert Sky. Tuil looks to Graham. "Take the boy. He may prove useful though I enjoin him to take care and watch himself. Make your way to the cave and keep out of sight. Wait until you hear from me or Karin. May the Force be with you." The Jedi walks over to his dewback, lightly scarred from the lasers. He jumps on and salutes before riding off towards the hills to the north. COMSYS: A deep female voice says, "This is Karin. There are noone to be seen in the courtyard or the skyport. Not on the road in front of the fortress, either. I'm proceeding to scan the canyon." The child fumbles around in his sleeves - they hang just a bit longer, heavier, than the day before, concealing trouble, no doubt. Finally, the small sequence of beeps indicate he's set his comlink and Liam turns to watch the Jedi, frowning deeply. "I don't need to be babysat!" he protests. COMSYS: Tuil rides atop his dewback as he responds, "This is Tuil, I hear you, Karin. I'm riding towards the fortress now." Tuil boards Tough Old Dewback. Tough Old Dewback heads northwest toward the hills in the distance.
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