Hoth: Blood and Ice

The landing on Hoth was indeed rough, doing its sure duty to jostle the crew and its passengers even prior to its thunderous crash into the snowy wasteland. The landing was sure to make the Rimma become a part of the Hoth landscape as the ship cratered into the ground. Maybe it could be salvaged later on? However, that was going to be moot if they couldn't salvage themselves first!

Aurilie quickly bundled herself into layers and launched one of the hatches of the ship open to make their exit. This might have launched out a rather useless inflatable slide out, which didn't even touch the ground properly with the angle they landed. She took her rifle in hand, some flares and some rope. Tying the rope around her waist to provide a lifeline should anything happen, she trailblazed her way toward Echo Base. While she wasn't an effective pilot, she was at least adept at traversing the outdoors.

The Rimma Roundabout Crew: Riss, Aurilie, Cynella, Kat

Day 1, Mid Morning, Lost and Found with Survival vs Hard: -2 Setback from Foraging: 3eP+3eD 3 successes


1 Time Slot!

Day 1, Mid Morning, Lost and Found: Equipment Damaged?: 1eF 1 Light Side


No equipment was damaged!

Visibility was poor with the blizzard whipping around them... but they were alive.

Riss was typically a showy sort, and oft made situations where she was the focus. Right now however she almost faded into the space around the others as they moved through the snow and ice away from the Rimma. The occasional glance sent back the way of her ship stuck in the ice, and all the memories it held.

Some part of her deep down felt glad to see the ship like that, and it was that part of her which conflicted her feelings enough she forgot to be her usual chatty self. Luckily the conditions made being chatty a little less awkward to deal with.

(Note: I have been updated that Omandri will not be in this one, as he actually has his own ship to deal with! )

Outside the ship on a hill made of packed ice and rock stood a man in a tattered robe. His walking stick of red-black wood coated in ice and snow. The rain of steel had begun just as he told him it would.

He would have to make more soup, the end times were nigh.

The Snowman started walking and muttered to the blizzard, “Damn children… making a mess in my yard.” Before long the howling ice and winds swallowed him up.

Kat shuddered from the cold, even underneath the thermal-enforced Jedi robe and her insulated armor. "We'll have to come back later for the Rimma, once we have regrouped with the others... and what remains of the Republic ship." Her voice was firm, almost military-like, as she knew they needed to stay focused. Though there was a slightly weird distortion to her voice, barely noticeable but there. It would seem the cascader-pin she had on underneath the armor hadn't liked being squished.

Her thranta had survived the crash without a scratch, being a pretty hardy girl, which gave her some relief. Frostwing wouldn't be able to carry them all, and with the blizzard it might be dangerous to fly ahead of the group, but they could use her to carry some of the more important luggage and cargo.

Sensing something nearby, her head whipped around, only catching glimpses of the old man's silhouette before the storm made him vanish completely. A... mirage? If such a thing exists in blizzards?

"Riss, you're hurt!"

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D1 MM. Lost & Found. Check to see if equipment is damaged.: 1eF 1 Dark Side


Cascader damaged.

A moments pause, a flush of embarrassment from being caught off-guard by that hidden among the snow. A quirked, slightly forced smirk under the layers and layers. Thermal cloak wrapped tight to cover his most expression but that smirk had apparently still peaked through a bit and help keep out the cold, although her cold enviro-gear was doing some good work.

"Is that an offer to carry me all the way to base I hear?" she suggests with a little singsong tease her her tone. Hear dust through the whipping blizzard.

Unbeknownst to Riss, the Cascades among her things would suffer from the cold. A delicate technological instrument it was, and the harsh environs of Hoth it was not made for.

Day 1, MM || Lost, Item Damaged?: 1eF 1 Dark Side

Aurilie was determined with very little words to say about the situation. She had done a quick check on the others before she bolted off on her driven mission to get them out. Despite having grown up in a mountainous region and having been on Hoth before, the environment didn't put her at ease in the slightest. They were still very much in danger and she was on full alert. The cold was like a clock and could threaten to claim them all if they haven't moved fast enough. Hypothermia was insidious in more ways than one.

She gasped sharply when she saw the silhouette in the distance and raised her rifle at it before it disappeared without a trance. Was that a predator? There were a number of species here that would consider them an easy meal at the moment. Hopefully, that wasn't the hypothermia talk. She couldn't take that chance, she had to keep moving...

Keep moving...

While she did look cool and focused, that might have been less the case in her head.

"Don't be silly, Riss," Kat said with some dry humor. "We'll take the most important from the Rimma that we can carry... the thranta should be able to take some of the burden as well."

Once they had regrouped with the others, they could start expeditions to retrieve the crashed ships.

But right now, it would be unwise to not address the wounds, as trekking through the harsh environs in an injured state could be deadly for them all. For this, her experience as a field medic served her well as she directed Riss to comply with having the head-injury quickly cleaned with a sanitizing wipe, and then covered with a water-proof bandaid. It would prevent it from getting worse, and it would provide some relief to Riss as well. "... and with your hat on, it's not like anyone will see it," she assured her, guessing Riss probably wouldn't like looking that messy.


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D1 MM. Medicine/Intellect for Riss to heal Critical Injury (Easy). Military medpac. Thermal Cloak/Heating system.: 1eP+4eA+1eD 2 successes, 4 advantage
- Critical healed, Advantages used to let Riss recover 4 Strain.

Also applying one Stim to Riss, healing 6 Wounds (5 + 1 Stimpack specialization).

"My hero~" she says with a little singsong, teasing just a tad with a nudge of Kat's shoulder. An action she immediately regretted because of how much it exposed her own body to the cold with her extended arm unnecessarily. Tightening up close in on herself she takes that glance off to Aurilie as the prince was busy about finding their path forward. Finding a spot in this moment to form the memory before she looks back to Kat with a thermal-cloak covered smile.

"Hey, do you think I look like a daring adventurer now? Sorta rugged appeal lesser traveled folk will like a whole lot? Like Aurie," she says, giving a nod toward her other old friend.

[Thanks to Kat, Riss is good as new.]

Lovely Rhia (oh by now everyone on this vagabond ship was close, yes?) stepped into the cold with her furry brown cloak fit for the harshest of colds. It lent very well to her protective, mother bear perspective... quite literally. "Let's hope that the others fared better on their approach. Maybe we can conduct a thorough count after everyone is gathered."

She looked back at the ship. "And recover whatever else we can from here. Perhaps a beacon is in order?" A faint smile appeared on her lips before she tucked her face away by raising neck gaiter. It was damn cold, after all. "Or are we to rely on my prince's tracking to take us back?" Was her best attempt at keeping morale high, not that her companions normally needed such. Still, she herself was in a bit of a grumpy spot. Cascaders, for whatever reason, seemed to be of poor quality nowadays.

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D1 MM - Breaking Stuff?: 1eF 1 Dark Side


RIP Cascader

Riss managed to get a brief breath of a laugh out of Kat. "Yeah, something like that."

Seeing that Cynella was unscathed as well, it would seem that the four of them had been lucky. "I am more than happy to rely on the Prince of Joral's unmatched outdoors-talents," she stated as a matter of fact, and hoisted up her own backpack and belonging. It was a good thing she had packed for a mission, and not an official event of sorts that required an extensive wardrobe.

"No time to lose, yes?"