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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jun 6, 2017 20:43:11 GMT -8
*The Vanishing Place... Morgan had heard the legends and stories of course. From her history classes, from her family, even from the Felucians. Few had dared to venture close to the corrupted facility, the mark of the dark side left upon it many years ago. But efforts had at last been made to purify the facility and refurbish it; from what the reports said, those efforts had been largely successful.
That was the only reason her small team was being sent now, and without overt supervision. It was just the five of them, plus Lana and Bolt. They flew a borrowed shuttle from the Jedi Base, with Niam at the stick and the astromech Bolt assisting him. He found the ruined ring of jungle surrounding the facility, with the freighter nearby; he actually noticed the freighter first. They would be meeting one "Mary," who should have been expecting them.
The Arkanian boy announced their arrival and set the ship down nearby the freighter, then headed back with Bolt to unite with the rest of his crew. Morgan, Koda, Sylvie, and now Laney awaited, donning the recommended sturdy gear; all three girls looked uncomfortable in it. They also came with breath masks, but they were not wearing them yet. Koda, as the strongest of them, donned the containment unit on his back that the strange hat would be transported within.*
"All set?" *Niam asked.*
*When they nodded, they followed Niam down the ramp and onto the scorched terrain, Bolt trundling along behind them. The site wasn't pleasant for either Sylvie or Morgan, but more so the latter; Sylvie's kinship with nature was strong, but nowhere near the level of Morgan's with Felucia. But both did their best to put the situation out of their mind as they made for the Vanishing Place, looking for their target.*
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jun 6, 2017 21:10:25 GMT -8
Mary was indeed waiting for them. For a given value of waiting. Next to the ramp up into the Tempest was what looked like a small camp. Though it was more a couple of chairs, a fire pit & a couple of crates. Mary herself was lounging in one of the chairs, tinkering with a small device of some type. A long stemmed smoking pipe was extending out from under her mask that was pushed up barely enough to reveal her mouth. She didn't seem too interested in greeting the new arrivals. In truth, she was a little surprised her constant requests for help seemed to result in six kids towing along a droid. She had known kids in the undercity that could give adults a run for their money, but not one of this group looked that tough.
There was a hunk of some kind of meatish substance slowly cooking over the low slung fire. Mary decided to remain sitting, letting the pipe continue to wreath her in blue smoke. She would let the kids make the first move.
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Post by Lanette Shan Terr on Jul 28, 2017 21:55:10 GMT -8
Though Lana didn't necessarily need the same level of safety gear as the others, she still donned it with the rest of them. Even if it wasn't as important for her, she didn't want to appear as the outsider in this group.
She had spent the better part of the flight staring out the viewport, and a smile started to drift across her face as she readied to leave the confines of the shuttle, but it froze in place when she saw the others' expressions. She lacked the facilities to sense the Force, and thus could not perceive the dark taint upon this place, but she had no need for the Force when reading people like this. Morgan specifically seemed the most uncomfortable, though to her credit she did a good job of hiding it.
But good wasn't good enough when it came to the LE units.
As the party left the shuttle and headed over towards the vestigial campsite, Lana sidled up alongside Morgan.
"Are you okay here?"
It was one of the seemingly rare moments when there was none of her usual pep and charm in her voice; despite her reputation, she did still know how to be mature when it was called for.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 28, 2017 22:30:33 GMT -8
*Lana's question almost took Morgan off-guard, mostly because of how serious and concerned she sounded; it was at odds with her normal tone. Her automatic response was to nod but she caught herself and shook her head once.* "It's a stain on Mommy's beautiful surface," *she explained.* "And it's been burned, too. This whole place has been hurt... so now it's personal." *The sympathy in her voice turned to determination as she concluded this sentence, the group closing the distance to the odd camp.
Such a camp didn't exactly seem typical of the kind of operative that the Jedi would send to purge a place like this, but nor were they stranger to "eccentric" members of the Order. Morgan especially, and in some ways she considered herself worthy of the label as well.
But Niam only acted as professional as ever, approaching and asking,* "You're Mary, I take it? Niam Althacorr at your service. I know what this must look like but I can assure you of our capabilities."
"Yeah, just ask the Kway Teow cops!" *Koda butted in.* "And on Lexas Prime. And—"
"We understand you require aid in your 'cleanup' duties and we have been sent to assist. We also have a mission of our own, some relic hidden in the depths, former property of a follower of Ramius."
"A magic hat or something," *Laney supplied.
Niam frowned but nodded.* "Sounds childish when you state it directly, but yes, I thought it strange as well when I first heard of it. It's an enchanted top hat that wields great power... Dark side power. We've been asked to collect it." *He indicated the containment unit on the back of the scowling Devaronian Koda.
Morgan nodded as well, stepping forward, looking and sounding determined.* "And whatever it takes to scrub this stain clean from my home, I'm willing to help!" *She seemed to come just shy of calling out the figure in front of them for such extensive fire damage to the jungle; reluctantly, she realized, she had to keep in her good graces for now. But she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity if it was available later...*
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jul 30, 2017 21:02:49 GMT -8
Mary took a moment to remove the pipe from her mouth, which showed off the several missing teeth & the ugly scar across her jaw before she slid her mask all the way back over her face.
-Mary
Didn't know could magic hats. Don't know anything about magic. Came to learn. Instead got sent to kill shadow/slime. Alone.
She had a fairly solid impression that these new people were going to step in, do something easy that she didn't know how to do, & walk away with all the credit for clearing out the prison. True, she was still working off her debt to the Order. But on the other hand, then entire point of joining up had been to get force training. & so far she had not even gotten five minutes with a teacher of any type.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Aug 4, 2017 10:55:17 GMT -8
It had been years since the Force War on this planet had driven the Nexus of dark energy here deep into the Core of the planet... Deep enough to avoid being wiped out by the warriors of light who had won day on the battleground above. The Dark Being Ramius... for few knew what he really was.. had been defeated and his Base here had been cleansed by not one now, but two Jedi teams, the second still working deeper into the long forgotten cells and caverns of the prison Below their feet. Ramius had left the old Separatist Prison untouched, forgoing the obvious to build his complex far below, through the now long collapsed tunnels and secret passage ways that had been used to hold the worst of the worst of the Clone Wars. Centuries had passed since then, and now almost a decade had passed since the Chaos War that had seen Ramius defeated and the Dark pushed below ground.
Something however... still stirred, a feint lingering madness, a stain on the face of this world that refused to go quietly into the night. A lingering influence of a time long passed clinging to existence through a single focus point, a bizarre little Hat hidden far beneath the surface of the prison. The presence had lingered around the one known as 'Mary', the one sent to find it.... to destroy it... even if that was not her goal - or even if she was not aware of it. The only darkness that remained amidst this place was that Hat - the rest had of the Nexus had been contained to the core of the world by the Jedi known as Jair Crawford, the last to wander into the lair of Ramius the Fallen.
The arrival of the team meeting with Mary stirred the darkness, stirred the presence and awoke a playful madness within the Hat. A memory of the games it had once played with Jair... Chess pieces and Card tricks, Jokes played in the darkness, deadly and clever jokes - ones designed to kill. It did not have the power to play such games now - the only power that remained now was the power to watch, to listen, and to hide... the Hat did not want to be found...
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Aug 4, 2017 16:27:31 GMT -8
Mary waited a moment, but it was fairly clear there wasn't much direction in the group that had arrived. This was starting to look more & more like a babysitting mission. On the plus side, all the really serious threats that had been down in the prison were now large puddles sprayed over various rooms & halls. The shadow creatures would still put of a fight, but Mary was used to them now. It only took a few minutes to return to the group with a quartet of custom built flamethrowers. One of them was already strapped to her own back, but the remaining three were set at the base of the ship's ramp.
-Mary
Take a flamer. Blasters & sabres don't work. Use short bursts.
Once anyone that wanted one had collected a flamer, they headed into the prison. She wasn't a talkative sort any more, but there wasn't much use in talking. There was only one room in the entire prison that Mary hadn't managed to enter, despite all her efforts. The first leg of the trip was a ride down the empty lift shaft in the sensor platform she had set up nearly half a year ago. It was a little cramped, but the whole group could fit. Mary rode on top of one of her HV droids, as was her habit. The main lobby at the bottom of the kilometer deep shaft looked much the same as it had. Of course, it now had the remains of one of Mary's coffin sized home made claymore mines left on the floor by the shaft. The effect it had when it had gone off where still visible. Much of the lobby looks like it had been sprayed with copious chunky salsa & left to dry & then rot. Every wall was studded with regular, deep dents & even the occasional hole punched through the metal wall paneling. The maze of passageways that Mary lead them through were much the same. A few more of the blown out coffin boxes were seen, as were copious burn slicks & more of the dried & rotting salsa. Without the breathing equipment, the team would have long since perished, as the air was extremely think with smoke & poisonous gasses left from Mary's purge. Mary was constantly alert, occasionally spraying more of the flamer fuel into shadowy corridors. Sometimes there would be no reaction, but others the flames would be met with horrible shrieking. In either case, the flames would quickly die, having used the oxygen in their fuel. When that was gone they would fail to find any in the air & gutter out, leaving yet another black smear.
At last they reached the door. Unlike the remainder of the complex, which was obviously technical if outdated, this was ornate stone work. It was carved from floor to ceiling three meters above with strange symbols that glowed & pulsed, seemingly in time with the heartbeat of however was watching. Mary gestured toward the large stone frame.
-Mary
Door
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Aug 5, 2017 0:05:14 GMT -8
*Mary was... not quite what any of them had expected, and they'd already been told to expect someone eccentric. They also were not entirely sure how to respond to her initial comment; not even Niam, though he certainly seemed to be trying. Not that he had much chance, for Mary simply went about silently gathering equipment they would need.
Equipment that amounted to three flamethrowers. The group seemed surprised, not by their existence, but by the fact that they were being offered to children such as themselves. Sylvie was the most nervous around them, though the Sylphe had good reason; fortunately, her floral features were covered beneath protective material, but that didn't make her any less hesitant around them.
Conversely, Koda was the most eager and stepped forward to take one, though he was reminded that he was already carrying the containment unit.* "Fine, I'll take it," *Morgan offered, accepting the unit from him so that Koda could equip the flamethrower, albeit not without endless caution from his peers. Cautioning that admittedly irked the Devaronian a little, and he muttered something about them not having enough faith.
Surprisingly, it had been Laney that had given in to her curiosity and armed herself with one as well. The half-Zeltron didn't seem to find it too unwieldy, but she had taken up the mantle since it seemed Niam and especially Sylvie were hesitant to go near them; the Arkanian boy wasn't afraid to use one, but he was admittedly skeptical of his ability to wield one efficiently.
And then they were off. The facility was in... well, none of them really knew what shape it had been in previously, though they still doubted this was much of an improvement. Scorch marks, debris, other substances... and that was saying nothing of the creeping darkness. Coupled with the unsettling atmosphere, it unsettled the children to varying degrees. But of course, as always, Niam was the most levelheaded, and had the sense to remind Koda that he had a dangerous weapon and to keep his wits about him. This just frustrated Koda, but all things considered, the team preferred a frustrated Koda with a weapon to a scared Koda with a weapon.
They traversed the shadows, Morgan channeling frustration of a different sort: That such a blemish dared tarnish her mother's surface. But as it stood, she could do little to help, especially if lightsabers didn't work. She had her whip, imbued with the Force itself, but would that do much good as well? It wasn't like Laney or Koda were doing much better, taking Mary's example and firing off spurts of flames into the shadows. Laney was seemingly more competent at this, but neither of them seemed to find any marks; and honestly none of them were too sure they wanted to know what Mary did find.
And at the end of it all... a strange, runic stone door. Even more unlike anything else they had seen.*
"Is this where the relic is, then?" *Niam asked.
But Morgan was already stepping forward, strangely drawn to the door before her. There was a pattern to this... She scrutinized it, with her eyes and through the Force. She lifted a hand, holding her palm parallel to its surface, examining, listening... Then she touched one symbol. Then another. She continued, carefully listening and analyzing her pattern, before at last she touched the final symbol in sequence and stepped back instinctively as the door began to give way...*
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Aug 5, 2017 1:19:36 GMT -8
The door they had found would without doubt usher the assembled warriors of Light deeper into the darkness, and the darkness seemed to take notice to the disturbance created by the opening of such a door. Farther beyond the Hat took heed as well and whispers began to fill the darkened corridors - to far off yet to be heard - and even then much to quick and maddening to be understood as little more than the mindless ravings of an old man, long bereft of his sanity. The Hat stirred and the remnant of the consciousness within seemed to struggle with itself, as though two parts hard taken an opinion that was equally oppressive to the other.
"They have come..."
"Silence you old fool! They must not be allowed to find us!"
"But I miss her, she is out there! We must go! It is so dark in here, I yearn for the light of the sun, any sun!"
The voices faded into the blackness of the corridors beyond the small antiroom the door would lead them into. A set of narrow corridors lead from the room. One blocked - inaccessible that lead deep into the fires of Felucia's core where Rsmius' Empath had tortured Master Alora. One lead straighter downward into a large circular shaped room with a half circle of broken chairs formed a crescent moon around a Throne in the center of the room - the council hall of the Fallen One himself. The last lead into the darkness... paths untrodden by mortal feet in many long years, a path lead deep into the Heart of the World, the path taken by the darkness as it fled the prevailing light. The call of darkside was weak, but present and any with even the slightest connection to the Force would look upon the half broken archway and shiver knowing a great evil once shrunk into that hole, forgetting much of what made it strong. As the door shifted slowly open a voice... the more pessimistic of the prior two rose to echo through the antichamber - leaving it a mystery as to which the voice came from.
"Go from this place..."
The warning was simple, but the voice lacked power, lacked the threat it seemed to have once carried. The voice was not weak, but seemed... tired. A sorrow seemed to hang in the air around the small party, as if all the joy in the world was slowly leaving them. The feeling would not be overwhelming... but it would be constant, ever present upon their hearts and nagging at their minds like an important errand left undone. A sorrow that spoke of more than pain and loss... a Sorrow that spoke of the end of all happy things, to this place they had come. To the end of all Happy things...
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Aug 5, 2017 5:22:25 GMT -8
As soon as the door opened, Mary fired a long, steady stream of fire through the widening gap.
-Mary
Just to be sure.
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Post by Lanette Shan Terr on Aug 12, 2017 14:44:33 GMT -8
To those who only briefly knew her, it would have seemed rather surprising that Lana was quick to step forward to take the last flamethrower. But for those who actually knew who she was, it was a rather obvious and logical choice. It took only a few moments for her to familiarize herself with the device, and after that she proceeded in uncharacteristic silence with the rest of the group. Her face was unusually stoic: as had been said before, she knew there was a time and place for mucking around.
So they went, and so she followed in Mary's path, using the weapon she had been handed to torch several areas where the darkness was more mobile than she knew the group would have liked. Again, the cold precision with which she used the flamethrower would have seemed unusual to those who didn't know her origins..
And then they were at the door, and Morgan had stepped forward to.. Ah. Once more, Lana watched the Force at work, and part of her knew some curiosity as to what that must actually feel like. The door opened, and she heard a voice speak over the tail end of the roar of Mary's flamethrower. A warning..
A small smile graced her features. A warning meant a challenge, after all.
And though an air of sorrow hung over them, it passed over her completely, her senses not designed to pick up on such things.. though she could see it in the faces of the rest of the group..
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Aug 12, 2017 21:48:31 GMT -8
*The door opening resulted in first the creeping lingering presence of a dark side taint. All of them could feel it... but it was much weaker than expected. This came as a bit of a relief at first, though the odd warning seemed to come as a surprise to most of them. But not to Morgan, nor Niam; by now, Morgan had expected strange tricks of the dark, and had lived through such horrors that little it did could move her. Niam, however, was simply far too analytical and was instead using it as a gauge for what they were dealing with... and where it originated.
Still, they all jumped slightly—again, apart from Niam—at Mary's rather unorthodox answer. It was... sudden, but warranted. Even comical. Morgan managed a nervous chuckle, which Laney picked up on with a just-as-nervous giggle. Morgan allowed herself another laugh, but that was it; laughter was inappropriate at the moment, but it was exactly what they needed to steel themselves. Whereas Lana... had remained as strangely cold as she had been since entering. Morgan had only been briefly surprised at her eagerness to take up the weapon in her hands, but quickly realized it was not such a strange notion. Koda, however, was obviously unsure how she was having a much easier time through all this than he was...
Morgan stepped over the threshold first, looking about. There was history in this room... History her mother wasn't proud of. Her touch had not abandoned her even in here; indeed, it wrapped about her even more protectively, assuring her that she would be safe here.*
"Okay, so if I was a.... enchanted top hat, where would I be?" *she thought aloud, almost unable to take herself seriously.*
"Not on someone's head, obviously," *Laney quipped, trying to keep the mood light as possible.*
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Aug 14, 2017 8:14:55 GMT -8
The feeling of hopelessness hung in the air around the room the small group soon wandered into, but the potency of the feeling seemed to fade over time. Whether they were simply getting used to the idea, or the power behind the feeling was fading as well was unclear to all but the most connected with the force - she would be clearly see that there was little life left in the thing, little strength...
Silence fell upon the room after the brief exchange, and while there was no danger waiting upon the other side of the door to be burnt to a crisp by Mary's Flamethrower, there was a presence lingering just out of sight, always around the next corner, always one step ahead of being spotted leaving the feeling that if you simply took the next turn you might eventually find it. The feeling was designed to lead them quickly into the darkness - shadows would be hanging constantly about their vision. Visions of what they were looking for - Visions of what they would fear - Visions of what they wished to see but they knew deep down they never would. This place - once a place of great power - now only lingered to the last hope of life, the power once granted by great beings bent on universal conquest and the fall of the Natural order now only having the strength to play with the minds of the young warriors sent into its bowls to discover the last secret these walls kept safe - kept locked within the darkness.
Deep within the darkness down one of the corridors far from them, but still near the Hat prepared for what was to come. The presence within drew upon the Nexus of Darkside energy that was buried so far below the surface - giving strength to its machinations to elude capture, but also calling the darkness out of the depths of the planet. When once that same darkness obeyed without question, bowing to the superior charisma and presence of the being known as Ramius - now the darkness barely stirred as if it could not be bothered to move, yet still the Hat had plans... many things had long been decided about this day - the chain of events had already been set in motion and they could not be changed now - the only thing left to be known is... which path the young warriors would choose.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Aug 16, 2017 12:07:23 GMT -8
Mary didn't even notice the drain on her emotions. They were too jumbled up anyway. As for the face the group would see, it would only be the unchanging blank sheet of steel that always covered her face. As they entered the last part of the prison, she holstered the flamethrower. Drawing her heavily customized carbine revolver, the Gar's Tooth. As it warmed up, it filled the room with a pleasantly ominous hum that quickly faded out of hearing. While the shadow things couldn't be killed with weapons like this, the more corporal of the infested down in the prison resisted the overpowered shots from the weapon about as well as fuel resists a lit flame.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 15, 2017 13:16:16 GMT -8
*There were many directions, many paths to take, but Morgan had guidance the others didn't. It was subtle, manifesting as little more than an ethereal brush against the shoulder, but it was enough for her to follow; it seemed Mother was just as eager to remove the stain as she was, no matter how small. At least this one Morgan had some power to take care of...
Deep corridors, littered with items that she was sure could fill many holocrons' worth of history, could they speak... History that Morgan would rather see cleansed. The flamethrowers would be a good start... but Mary had holstered hers and Koda had followed her example. Seemingly reluctantly; he was the only member of the group truly on edge and he clearly would rather have the weapon out in self-defense, but he at least seemed to recognize the weapon was apparently of no use down here.
It took some time—and the containment unit on her back was growing increasingly heavy—but a strange object seemed to have been cornered at last. She sensed it before she saw it: The dark side was centered in this object. Sure enough... there it was. The top hat... their goal.*
"Still can't believe we're going through so much trouble for this," *Morgan muttered. Looking at Lana, she said,* "Okay, you're probably the best person for this. Just stick it in here." *She turned around so that the containment unit was facing her.*
"Here," *said Niam, who stepped forward to open it first, then stood by so that he could close it afterward.* "And do be careful."
"Right."
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Sept 18, 2017 13:25:43 GMT -8
Mary was somewhat surprised that they hadn't faced more opposition in this last section of the prison, but she wasn't about to jinx their luck now. She figured that it might be because the way was sealed so nothing could reach here to be corrupted like above. In any case she kept her weapon out & her sensor systems reaching out as far as they could. There was something strange about the hat, even though she had her visor set to a wire frame projection, every time she looked at it, the hat appeared like it would through unaided eyes. Like it was the sole rendered object in a hologram's sequence test grid. It was extremely creepy. Hopefully, the box they were getting ready to shove it in would stop the strange effect.
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Post by Lanette Shan Terr on Oct 1, 2017 21:54:26 GMT -8
Lana had followed the lead of the other two and holstered her flamethrower as well.. which in turn saved her time when they came across the hat itself. With her weapon already away, she wasted no time in stepping over to the headwear and -- carefully -- picking it up.
She couldn't help but wonder what it was about this object that was such a danger to everyone.. but she had long since learned not to underestimate anything. Still, as she held it, she took a more detailed scan of the hat, before steadily walking it over to the containment unit on Morgan's back. A few drawn-out moments later, and the deed was done, the hat placed perfectly inside..
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Oct 4, 2017 20:04:34 GMT -8
*With every moment that passed Morgan grew more nervous. Despite the rather latent presence within the hat, it was still a taint in the Force, an artifact of the dark side... and it was inching closer to her. She didn't know why Lana was seemingly taking longer than she had to, but finally the item was placed inside and Niam promptly sealed it.*
"It's done," *he announced.* "We should get this out of here." *Turning towards Mary, he asked,* "Or is there something else you need our help with?"
*Strangely, despite it being a mere hat, the containment unit almost felt heavier. It had to be little more than a placebo, stemming from the idea that the dark side had tangible weight to it. It sure did feel like it was attempting to weigh down her soul and spirit, as well as her very connection to the world itself. Not with much effort, true, but enough. She refused to let it get to her... though she certainly did prefer a quick exit to staying here longer.*
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Oct 7, 2017 13:16:33 GMT -8
Her sensors weren't picking up anything else odd down in the newly opened section. Mary figured that her job here was done, now it would mostly be a case of handing it over to the building crews & other workers that would be managing the actual repairs & refits to make the prison usable again. She would however include detailed reports on the various things she had found in the prison & the best way she had found to deal with them in her report back to the Temple. She could even kill two slugs with one stone by handing off the datacard reports to the group that had helped with the last section.
-Mary
No. Let's Go.
The trip back to the surface was fairly uneventful. It seemed that with the sealing of the hat, the evil magic that had been gathering had been dispersed. It did take slightly longer though, as Mary had them stop several times to collect sensor relays. Once back on the surface, Mary tasked her droids to gather up the large sensor buoy that she had been using to map the prison. While they were working to retrieve the large device, Mary collected up the various data she had collected. In addition to the reports on the various hazards of the site, there were also maps of the layout, damage estimates, sensor readings, & much more. Beyond handing over copies of the data to the group, Mary didn't have much in the way of extensive farewells. It would take her a few hours to repack the equipment she had spread out through the campsite & ship. Once that was done however, she had plans to possibly get off the planet. Or maybe she would revisit the temple.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Oct 7, 2017 21:51:58 GMT -8
*The return trip was nigh-uncontested, although included the extra task of recovering equipment Mary had placed throughout. Every passing moment made Morgan grow that much more unsettled by the package upon her back. Laney and Sylvie both gave her comfort and encouragement, and, the moment they made it back to camp, Koda even removed the flamethrower immediately so that he could take it from her; he seemed much braver now that they weren't deep in the cavernous depths.
Once things were sorted with Mary, and they were given the data from her, the kids and Bolt boarded the borrowed shuttle, keeping the hat in the cargo bay as far away from themselves as possible for the duration of the trip. Once all were settled aboard, the ship lifted off and made its way back to the base, their package in tow, the promise of components for ship repair as well as putting the "artifact" in captivity ushering them onward. There, they would return the hat to the Captain and then go about their business once more...*
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