conversations: human
conversations:  One Minute Since You Were Abandoned On Cyre 
  
  The low roar of the transport ship's engines have attracted the attention of the planet's inhabitants and you are definitely exposed. A low roar comes from the rest, but immediately turns to a cry of pain as responding screeches erupt in the same vicinity. Everything around you, once impossibly silent, now seems to be filled with a deadly life. What do you do now?
  
   
   Spoiler: Looking Around 
  
  Beyond the shell of the Kings's Scabbard, there's nothing particularly large in the immediate vicinity. Grey tendrils litter the floor and give off the occasional twitch, belying their living nature. A small pile of corpses, their bodies ling since picked clean by scavengers, are lying next to a small escape shuttle driven deep into the ground. Thick mist fills the air, ever present on the mutated planet. Junk from a decades old war make moving around difficult and worryingly a large number seems to have been strategically placed with inhuman hands, almost to make it more difficult for prey to escape.
   
conversations: Flinn_Furious:
conversations: human
conversations:  As Sionnis d'Cannith's transport ship zooms off into the distance and leaves them marooned on the blasted and cursed surface of Cyre, Luka curses in Talentan,   "Glidewing dung!"   The halfling turns towards the other mercenaries who have survived Sionnis's bloody betrayal: the warforged, the green-skinned hacker...and the other Cannith heir, whom she zeroes in on:   "Cannith, I assume you knew nothing of this if you got left behind too? If we find a ship, can you repair it and take us off this planet?"   Luka has been in the Cyran scavenger business long enough that her reaction is brusque and practical.
  
  As she speaks, the unarmored and tattooed halfling is scanning their surroundings as well, grimacing at the unnaturally twitching gray tendrils. At the sound of the roar followed by shrieks of pain, her eyes narrow knowingly. She's heard the same sequence on Talenta many times, though she has no idea what monstrosities are making the noises here on Cyre.   Predators.   Her fists clench around the handles of her wristblades.
conversations: astragalos:
conversations: human
conversations:  Luka's words shake Syvara out of her shock, her eyes narrow.   "You think I want to be here? I am..."    what was she? An heir of d'Cannith, or was she of no more value than these mercenaries. Little sense in antogonising her only allies right now.    "It doesn't matter who I am I'm stuck here along with the rest of you, let's find shelter before we become prey for whatever is out here... If we can find something not too badly damaged I may be able to do something, but I'm not a team of engineers. I can't just fabricate a starship from scrap."  
  
  Conscious of the threats around them, Syvara takes a moment to focus and raise a shield around herself.
  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  
  Activate Protection Field talent
   
conversations: spinningdice:
conversations: human
conversations:  "This... this isn't real. This can't be real" 
  
  Sarin is... not doing well. The theatrically dressed hacker has her back to the outer hull of the Scabbard, looking up at the spot where Sionnis' ship had broken through the atmosphere. It's still hard for her to register what just happened. They'd been betrayed, left alone, out here. On one of the  most dangerous planets in the  galaxy  . Sparkling tears fall slowly down the tiefling's rainbow hued cheek as she continues to softly moan, almost insatiate to the words of her fellow mercenaries.   "This can't be haaaapenning..."  
conversations: Inspector Valin:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Sorry, no offense meant, Ca--Syvara,   says Luka in a conciliatory tone,   "I'm still not used to how quickly some people turn on their own tribe, where I'm from that's unthinkable."   She thinks, but wisely does not say aloud,   Unless you're dragonmarked.  
  
  She continues,   "But there's some spirits of treachery haunting this planet. That foolish war about who should be king, Darguun, Valenar, now this...anyways, your skills will almost certainly be our survival out here, so it's a blessing for us that you're with us. The Scabbard should do for a base camp, but we'd better find something smaller for you to repair. I have a few days' rations but we'd best conserve what we have. I can hunt and cook, though I can't vouch for what kind of creatures we'll find out here..."  
  
  She turns to Sarin, and says gently,   "We'll need your skills and wits to get through this too."  
conversations: astragalos:
conversations: human
conversations:  The amber light that makes up Wrench's eyes flicker in the approximation of a blink as he watches the ship soar off. "  Hmm... A major malfunction has occurred in the mission. Possible reasons. Sionnis regrets hiring spare help due to how light defenses were, Sionnis has suffered a major brain malfunction, or most likely Sionnis wanted disposables. Irregardless of the reason the present situation is unfortunate.  " Frigate and himself wouldn't have to many issues surviving potential hostiles aside. There was more than enough scrap around to barricade themselves and it wasn't as if they needed to consume anything. The fleshies on the other hand... That presented an issue.
  
  "  If I may interject, we may find something salvageable in the escape craft over yonder though the framework is probably beyond repair. Otherwise a more thorough examination of the Scabbard may be in order for remaining small craft.  "
conversations: userpay: