Ral Intro Thread

[Wisconsin Wookie]

With the big guard suddenly and effectively subdued, Ral's fellow slaves snap out of their fear and hesitation. Several rush to Ral's side. The old man uses his shirt to make a tourniquet and ties it tight around Ral's thigh just above the wound. He then turns and nods at one of the Twi'leks, "See if you can find some medical equipment around here."

Off to his side, Ral can hear a gurgling sound coming from the Gamorrean's mouth. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ral has a fleeting thought: how long until some one came to check on the guard?

[Methedor]

Ral feels the cloth get tied around his thigh and the guard lay defeated. His would was still a bit woozy, but his thoughts still wandered over to the overall task. The guard was now down, but that was just one step.

"W- we need to see if he has anything useful, commlink, carrds." The Farghul began searching what parts of the Gammorean he could reach, but after a few seconds stopped, he needed to be tended to, he was probably one of the more fit beings here.

"Marrcus, see if the, there are maintenance entrance." He looks around at everyone else, his tail weakly laying across his chest and stomach. "How's everyone, ok?"

[Wisconsin Wookie]

Marcus responds, "Just hang on here buddy. One thing at a time." Marcus forces Ral to lay back. "Don't move." Someone found a medkit on the wall and tossed it over to Marcus. "We'll see if we can get you fixed up here."

After several minutes, Marcus stands up and says, "That wound will definitely need some more attention, but for the time being you will be ok, provided you don't move too much."

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Ral leans back against the wall and takes a look around. The old man, with the Gamorrean's blaster pistol firmly in hand, is standing by the door and listening closely. Ral's gaze shifts over to the Gamorrean who was sprawled out on the floor and breathing very shallowly. Off to the right along the wall, several slaves are bent over the Sullustan. One of the Twi'leks looks at Ral and sadly shakes his head side-to-side. Ral watches as another moves his hand over the Sullustan's face, closing his eyes for the last time.

[Methedor]

He mentally swore as his eyes passed over the Sulustian. The Gammorean was also badly hurt, but he was a doe. Still a part of his mind nagged that he shouldn't just bleed out, Ral would have to come to a decision later. His disdain definitely colored his opinion.

Right now he just laid back allowing himself to be tended to. "Ok" he muttered in response to being treated. "I. i think we should go overr what we know. But before that did he have a family, anyone know?"

This ship wasn't that big as he recalled, getting to engineering should be rather straight forward. The plan unless something new is added should still be feasible, at least that's what his somewhat addled mind was telling him.