<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/786589781341966338/89su4zNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Septimus Cortess (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269894.msg13313651#msg13313651)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Somewhere<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong> 0/0   <strong>Soak:</strong> 4    <strong>Wounds:</strong> <del>0</del> 5/15   <strong>Strain:</strong> <del>0</del> 3<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong> None (5 wounds)<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> <br/><strong>Maneuver:</strong> <br/><strong>Action:</strong> <br/></em><hr/><br/>Septimus grunted as he saw his shot hit with rather gruesome if fortuitous results, the man loosing his weapon arm.  Not very well trained judging by the way he gripped and attempted to shoot.  Again Septimus did not wish to call it luck.  He knew better and an example perhaps it was the will of the Force.  Whatever task had brought the three of them together, it was not completed and not done with them yet, especially when Tina took out the last of their attackers.  As Septimus tried to rise to take aim again, the storm redoubled and it was as if a wall of brown tinged yellow drew closed before his eyes, the retreating figure and his high pitched screams of pain lost behind it.<br/><br/>It took only half a heartbeat for Septimus to decide not to chase after him.  His leg still throbbed like fire where he was hit by the blaster.  The brunt of it had turned by clothing he had been wearing.  It was not meant really to do so but the bolt had hit at the right angle with the heavy seam and strike plate woven into the thigh stopping most of the energy.  If it had taken him from the side or behind...Septimus looked to the now still severed arm not far from him, and closed his eyes briefly.  He opened them with a slight shake of his head.  No, he was not up to a chase in poor visibility and possibly making his injury even worse by making a critical misstep while running in unknown and uneven terrain.<br/><br/>At Miria and Tina's words Septimus raised his hand as well as his voice to be heard over the storm so they could see him, know he had heard them, and hoped his words were understandable through the rebreather he was wearing.<strong>Minor wound compared to what was inflicted upon you Miria.  I am fine but I do thank you for your concern."</strong>Septimus glanced again at the storm and his eyes narrowed.  The weather was almost becoming as large of a threat as the men who had attempted to kill them.  They needed to get moving.  They had come too far to return to the ship.  Besides all it would serve as was an eventual tomb.  They needed supplies, food and water, and if they could not find what they needed to make the ship space worthy, steal another form of transportation.  These men had technology, weapons, it was not far a stretch or assumption they had a ship someplace on this planet.<br/><br/>Septimus moved first to collect the blaster by the arm, checking it out to see if it looked functional and it charge before tucking it behind his back.  He then moved towards the men they had killed, when reaching them he paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth as if he were doing something distasteful before he knelt down, and started to rifle through their bodies, looking for information, taking anything which could be of use them the rag tag group be it credit chips, com-links, weapons, datacards or data pads.  He called out as he started his grizzly search of the dead.<br/><br/><strong>"We need to move.  As you said Tina any treatment we do to here out this mess could end up doing more harm than good.  We need to grab their weapons, and anything which could be of use to us.  We are noticeably lacking in equipment.  Also one of these men might have short or long range communication.  I for one would like to know what these attackers might be saying in the wake of loosing three of their own, and possibly how many more are out there."</strong>