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You’re finished!

With a yell, Akua’s blade sinks into the last gungan around her, causing it to topple to the ground, neatly split in half, its smouldering remains falling to the ground with a thump.

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CT-4077 listens to the comm chatter and also notices the noise of gunfire dying down. "Can't be over yet." he thinks. It is clear there is still some enemy in the command center. That would also mean there would be brothers headed that direction.

"CT-7219. Keep an eye out for downed brothers. I should help them any way I can. But let's head to the command center either way."

With that, scanning for wounded comrades, CT-4077 starts looking for the command center.

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Slamming a hand onto the the door panel, the door to the command centre hisses open, revealing total carnage. In a short amount of time, the gungan has done considerable damage to the room. Wires have been pulled out of the wall, consoles smashed, electronics hissing and fizzing everywhere. The bloodied creature barely looks up as the sergeant arrives. 

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As the final gungan is torn to pieces by the precision fire of Slugger, the base finally falls quiet. The sound of gunfire rings in the ears of the defenders as the dust begins to settle once again. Already the corpses of the enemies begin to be coated with a faint coating of the toxic particles, like a sickly snow. Looking around the command centre, the situation would look worse than first thought. The creature had ruined a huge amount of the electronics in the room. It had torn out a large portion of the command console, smashed several screens, and it seemed to have tried eating key components of the communications console. 

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"Brothers! CT-4077 here. I am near the command center. Is any one in need of medical assistence?"

The sudden silence often meant that the fight was over, but not always. CT-4077 still carefully moves about, as he scans the area for casualties, all the while still making his way into the base centre proper.

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It's not long before 4077 enters the command center proper, and sees the ravages done. It is clear that the destruction is both deliberate, and not the consequence of all the shooting that had been going on earlier.

"CT-4077 here. Combat medic. I was called for?"

Deeply ingrained, 4077 first checks out the clones present, giving each a quick glance and noticing they might need a bit of patching up, but none are in immediate danger of going out of action soon. 4077 then picks up the conversation about the comms unit, and the possibilty of contacting a ship. It is obvious, that some support would never hurt and those present would agree.

"I said 'combat medic', not 'combat mechanic'. I know they sound similar. You still want me to try?"

With nothing but nods, it becomes apparent the rest trust 4077 to be their best bet, currently. With that in mind, 4077 starts to try and fix the comms unit.

"Can't be much different from patching an organic wound, right? It's got a copper artery to provide juice, an outer skin to be cut so the innards can be reached. Don't expect a good result, soon though. I haven't patched up many wounds worse than how this looks."

But then, as he fervently starts to fix the comms unit, 4077 notices why he didn't become a mechanic. Where's the heart? Why is there no blood to wipe away? A metal casing doesn't respond to a scalpel the way flesh does. Does the thing really need one of those thingies? What was that thing anyways?

"Ouch! No patient of mine ever shocked me!? This still has power somehow?"

4077 gets up, kicks the lower casing.

"This seems to be beyond repair. Now what?"

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“Stand clear. I have a bad feeling about this.”

Gunslinger cautiously approaches the improvised device, and confirms that it is indeed some form of tracker. Investigating further, he wonders if there is a way to reverse the trace to its source? Removing his gloves, he dives in for a closer look. Not my bailiwick, really, but...

 

Tracker Avg comp/mech w/Destiny flip: 1eA+1eP+2eD 1 success
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As Gunslinger gently examines the device in his hand, he flicks the switch set in the back, and the front of the device lights up with a dull ping. A cracked green holo-screen shows something similar to a radar layout, except there is no spinning line to detect incoming targets. The screen shows a single red pulsing dot that moves like a compass when the sergeant rotates. It would seem that the device is some kind of tracker, though there is no indication as to what it was tracking before the attack. The red dot is small and faint, it must be quite a distance away from where they are now. 

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“I still have a bad feeling about this, but gear-up and get ready to move. This tracker was cobbled together for a reason. Unless you have a better lead, we’re going to find out what this red dot is. Maybe they were trying to keep track of their walker, and this will help us find the structure from the recording.”

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Well we might as well stock up  Brother.” Slugger says as he stocks up on the grenades he found in the armory. “Here take one of these in case we need em.” He says casually tossing a grenade over to Gunslinger.

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As CT-4077 moves back outside, he sees a number of the gungan corpses littering the floor. The toxic dust or spores (the specifics were always unclear during his time guarding the base) has already begun to coat the bodies, like a sickly snow hiding the moons secrets. Turning one of the bodies over he is struck by the horrific appearance of the fallen creature. It was covered in huge orange boils all over its bodies, and the flesh was heavily desiccated and rotten. 4077 can clearly see the gunshot rounds inflicted by Slugger have punched all the way through the body, but that is not what killed it. It appears the gungan died months before, perhaps near the beginning of the war. The gunshots may have stopped the corpse from attacking, but whatever killed them did so a long time ago. Whatever it was that reanimated the corpse is not present on the body, no biological agent or mechanical harnesses. Perhaps there was a supernatural element? The force could do incredible things after all. 

Spearhead pears of the medic's shoulder, and shivers a little at the sight. "This is just creepy. The briefing said that some kind of seperatist chemical weapon killed the natives, but what chemical brings them back to life like this?"

When Spearhead sees the commander, he jogs over to her position, crouching down tot where she was sat. "Commander, now the base is secure, I think one of us should stay back to keep it that way. I'd like to volunteer commander, I can dispose of the bodies and give our mandalorian ally a proper burial". 

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"This creature was dead well before it started to move again. It doesn't appear to have been reanimated by anything I have found here, including dust, spores or goop. Perhaps we could ask the Jedi if she knows what may have caused this?"

CT-4077 then follows his fellow clone towards the commander.

"This situation comes off as disturbing, seeing that I can't find a more mundane reason for a corpse to start walking again. Perhaps your order has an answer here?"

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Akua looks up from where she is sat as the others approaching, shaking the dust off she moves to stand, her brow furrowed as she considers the words of Spearhead and CT-4077. "Hm, history was never really my strong point, but I do remember something. I think it was Master Kenobi, he said something about the force being able to imitate life. It's not real though, it's just the force moving the body. It can only be done by the dark side though". She shudders for a moment as she thinks about it. "Even if it's not real life, it's still pretty creepy. If it is the force that made these poor gungans like they are, maybe they're still on the moon". Looking to Spearhead, she nods at his suggestion. "Yes, maybe it will be best if at least one of us stays back, just in case". 

Moving back inside the command centre, Akua calls out to Gunslinger. "Gun-, ahem, sergeant. Prepare the men to move out, we have to find the source of what brought the gungans back. Did you guys find any clues where we should look?"

Lore Check: 2eA+3eD+1eS 1 success


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“Commander Akua. We have this tracker, of unknown origin. It’s not much, but it’s a start.” The sergeant turns to the remnants of his squad, and their new medic. “Cyclones. Let’s go find out what this red dot is.”

Taking the lead, Gunslinger checks his rebreather and pistols, and heads back out into the surreal mist.

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Akua nods, forcing a smile onto her face as she straightens up a little. "It is a start, good work sergeant". Letting Gunslinger take charge, she takes a chance to check the remaining oxygen in her tank. "Ok, everyone just keep an eye on how much oxygen you have left, we only have a days worth. We can't go too far from the base unless we can find another source". 

With Spearhead watching them leave from the front of the base, the squad trudge out into the unknown. They quickly lose sight of the base as the mist engulfs it, plunging the clones and jedi into the sickly yellow cloud. Without the tracker, it would take a scout, maybe even an A.R.F. trooper to find their way through the smog. Other than the tramp of their feet and the occasional ping of the tracker, there is very little to hear, or even see. Every so often they would pass a cragged rock formation that juts up out of the ground like skeletal fingers. There seemed to be no sign of life, not plant or animal. How far they would have to travel is impossible to say. It was also impossible to say what was beyond the thick smog that surrounded them.

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The clones and padawan make good time as they trudge through the thick mist. Perhaps it is the inhalation of the gases that Gunslinger suffered, but at times he is lagging behind the others with a tightness in his lungs. There is little to see or hear other than the ticking of the tracker that they carried. After what could have been minutes or hours the squad sees something looming up ahead, trees. For the first time since they landed, there is the sound of life, of animals and of the creak of wood. Approaching, they can see what seems to be a localised swamp, perhaps an attempt by the ithorians to restart the biome here? However even the swamp looks sick, trees twisting in unnatural shapes with blackened wood, and the animal sounds hardly seemed welcoming. According the tracker, they would have to go through the swamp to reach their goal. Going around may be possible, but how long that would take was impossible to say in the smog, though it could be safer. 

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