Temple Run

Ketta looked over to Tark sitting on a pile of stones peering into the darkness. He wandered up and and sat down on the rocks next to Tark about an arms length away both looking into the night. Ketta layed his blaster rifle down to one side and reached into his backpack pulling out a ration pack and his comlink, placing them both on his lap. The ration pack, meant for an adult human male looked very large in his tiny blue hands about the size of a book in relation to a human. He tore the corner of the wrapper and peeled back the shiny packaging exposing a dark brown wafer about halfway down. He held the ration with both hands and bit off the corner of the soft crumbly wafer and started chewing silently. He transitioned the ration to his left hand, it's wrapper crinkling in the process as he picked up the commlink with his right hand.

You Droid? You look Droid. Ketta no never seen droid like you.

His eyes looked up to Tark, then back down to the comlink in his right hand and he fiddled with the buttons and switches still chewing on his oversized bite of food. Flipping a few switches on the commlink, Tark could see the Green power indicator was switched on, the Red transmitting light was illuminated and a blue light was blinking steadily.

Ketta held the commlink in his outstretched arm towards Tark, showing him the lights.

You marriage?... uh...You mate?...........

Struggling for the correct terminology in Galactic Basic, he squinted, and cocked his head to the side. Using his left hand pointed towards his ear. The motion shaking loose several crumbs from the half opened ration wafer.

Is that a... Tark thought to himself before closing his eyes to better focus. It had been a while since he'd last manually "looked" for a different frequency. Odds of Blue Thing's comlink being compatible were slim, but not impossi-nope, not compatible.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, Tark still answered the other questions, "I am not a droid. My species is called Gank, and with rare exceptions we do not remove our armor. The most common being reproduction, medical treatment, or cybernetic implantation. Unfortunately my comm implant will not link with your external comlink. I was raised with most dialog being sent through comm implants within the brain, giving me a lack of experience in inflecting audio dialog.

"Do you have any excess comlinks or other devices so that I may construct an external comlink?"

Zom, we should collaborate. Says Kikli as he makes his way towards his tall blue friend. Picking up a loose piece of rubble as a prop for emphasis he begins. Destruction was caused by something unnatural. Look here, hardly any signs of deterioration or erosion. Coordinates match up with ones issued, something happened here. Fight perhaps? No sign of combat, too much collateral damage. Very mysterious. Either way should report findings to Vas.

Ketta shook his head from side to side, clicked a couple buttons on his comlink and put it in his pocket.

After taking a second oversized bite of ration, he pulls his blaster a little closer and looks at Kikli study the rock in his hand before turning his attention back to the darkness before him and the cacophony of singing insects unseen but deafening in the quietness of the evening.

Zom walks over to Kikli and shares his observations. There seem to be signs of an explosion. This is a form of tibanna gas right? It may be highly flammable, we should be careful with our blaster shots

Indeed, we will need excavation equipment to locate the source. Kikli drops the rubble and rummages through his bag for a comlink. Finding it without much trouble, he tries to contact Lieutenant Vas

While waiting for a reply Kikli takes out a glow rod, just now realizing how dark the sky has become. As the faint crackles become understandable he wears a small grin.

Scout team #2 reporting in. We have successfully located the ruins of the temple and have established a camp without any resistance from the local inhabitants. Cursory overview has shown no signs of the Tibanna gas, however there is evidence of its presence nearby. Please advise.

Kikli brings out his datapad, rapidly compiling his current data for overview.

Understood, Scout team #2 out.

Stashing the comlink into his bag, he says out loud to the rest of the team: Great news everyone, command had no knowledge of these ruins, meaning we get to make some discoveries tomorrow! Bad news is the first scout team has a newly injured member, meaning odds of backup arriving are currently diminishing.

With his speech finished, Kikli stretches his arms out and considers taking a rest.

Zom rouses easily for his watch, the muggy heat and alien noises of the jungle made sleep difficult to begin with. He found a comfortable spot to sit on a broken chunk of temple wall and look out into the deep jungle.

What a weird place... everything seems to be constantly moving. There's all these little creatures skittering about everywhere. Are all planets like this? It makes my skin crawl...

As Tark slumbered, his mind danced with schematics and formulae.

Ketta sat quietly on his post, a soft furry grip on his cryoblaster as he peered into the night.

Kikli decides that yes, some sleep is good.

Zom takes his watch duties perhaps too lightly and begins to wander a bit, looking around the temple grounds.