Shipwreck

[Caligula]

Everything moved too fast too register. Garoosh was watching the Super Battle Droid's visual feed and scanning for whatever hostiles had boarded the Anticipation, when Gedro had suddenly become too paranoid for his own good and began accusing Garoosh of plotting against the crew. He didn't know how to argue with the Zabarak seeing how the latter had a gun aimed at him and he didn't have time to rig up any of the battle droids around him should Gedro turn violent. He slowly stood up and put the data pad away, which in turn made the Super go into autopilot mode. Until he accessed his data pad again, the droid would attack anything not friendly without hesitation. Any friendlies would receive a message, "Friendly."

Garoosh held his hands in the air to show he meant no harm and had no weapons. "Now listen Gedro. If I wanted the scrap then I would have stayed in the hanger. There are millions in credits down there and my pit droid is collected parts as we speak. Why would I betray the only people, without whom, I have no chance of getting all that loot out? I am not the biggest threat on this ship, we both know that. And if you keep focusing on me, we'll both lose sight of the real,"

He couldn't finish. Before he even finished his sentence a flash of green stabbed Gedro in his shoulder and dragged the Zabarak out of the room and up the stairs. His wails of pain and the blood trail that was already forming haunted Garoosh as his instincts took over and he took out his data pad. The first thought that his him was; protection. He needed more mechanical help from whatever had taken Gedro; it was probably that bug pirate. Garoosh went to work hijacking all the Battle Droids around him. Their wireless receivers could pick up orders even if the droid was in sleep mode or shut down. His fingers flew as the screams of Gedro died and Garoosh knew that the pirate, or whatever was scuttling around here, would come back. He checked his surroundings and, seeing how there were no vents or other access points around him, sat against the wall with an army of at least 30 armed Battle Droids in front of him. Their orders? Attack on sight. "Not today bug man." He breathed to himself as he simply waited for the inevitable.
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The Super Battle Droid, now free to roam without orders, continued to search the ship. It moved quickly but still effectively until it reached a door that its sensors said had been recently opened. It opened the door with a push of a button and began a less-than-thorough search of the room. Its heavy footsteps could be heard from every where inside the Anticipation.

 

[Vi-Stri]

“Garooooosh!” From below, a voice echoed with an almost mystical quality. Was it a God? Not quite. From exactly one floor down, the captain emerged from a doorway. “Down here, man! That bug won’t be able to claw through several inches of metal!” With haste, Vants motioned for Garoosh to follow through the door, the room on the other side shadowed in mystery.
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They were as still as statues; they had to be because if not, then it could mean the end. The space that Haven and Lisa were stuck inside was cramped and more akin to a coffin in this position rather than a place you’d want to lay after a long day. The super battle droid made its rounds, stopped for a moment, and then went on its way to search other areas of the ship.

Nae was doing the same, though her inquisitive nature made the hunt more thorough, though at the sight of the storage closet devoid of their prisoner, she became all the more aggressive in her search. She peeked into cabinets and searched all corners and tight spaces she could think of. She intercepted the droid as it walked out of the bedroom, giving it a wide birth as the Kel Dor female hadn’t fully trusted the machine. In the dresser? No. Trapped in the closet? Nah. “Where…”

She leaned against the wall. “God I’m tired.” Gazing over at the panel that would dispatch the bed, Nae brought a talon over to the button with a slight click. The bed rolled out whilst the woman rifled through a bedside table, pulling out a small tube that looked like a tank for some sort of gas. Nae stretched and hooked the tube into her mask while the two watched her back, the alien woman gaining a momentary high from the unmarked drug.

Suddenly, a ruckus from the outside brought attention there rather than the obvious enemy lying in the room. Pistol in hand, Nae went to investigate without ever looking upon the bed. It appeared that luck, or some other mystical force was on Haven and Lisa’s side.

 

[Darby Shelton]

As Haven Garrett and the lady were crammed inside the wall, Haven made sure to slow his breathing. He wasn't akin to tight spaces, especially when blaster fire could tear them to pieces with no resistance. However, that didn't mean Haven was about to take up all the oxygen. He didn't know how long they'd be in there, and as he heard the droid leave them in peace, he also heard it stay aboard the ship.

This meant they'd be there for a while, and while Haven was considering options in case they WERE here for too long, the bed slid forward. Haven pulled his blaster out immediately as soon as he had to mobility to do so, and he saw a Kel Dor tearing apart the bedside table. However, she...or he. Haven had no idea. Whatever gender it was, if it was a gender, it wasn't watching them. Haven didn't want to fire his blaster unless he had to, the more noise he made, the worse off the two of them were.

Haven watched silently, hardly breathing. The Kel Dor inhaled a substance he couldn't identify, and he was pretty sure the alien didn't know what it was either. Maybe it would kill the alien, that'd lessen the stress of the situation. No such luck for Haven today, but soon after, a noise filled the room originating from outside the ship. The Kel Dor slipped out without ever turning to face them, and Haven took a deep breath.

He turned his head towards his new partner, "Well, we're still alive. What's next for our adventure?"