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"If you wish, Elan, but we're going to have to suit back up eventually. And breathing the ambient air in here is not apt to be a...pleasant experience."

Elan's eyes wandered over to the floating corpses and his features went slack. This was a most unnatural place of death indeed, and there was wisdom in the lieutenant's words. He was not alien to the stench of death and decay but this place... this suit... nothing was natural. Only metal, vacuum, and death. The druid shook his head. "You're right, lieutenant... by your leave, if I'm no longer needed here, may I return to the transport?"

Elan meekly raises his hand in response to Bharek. "Can we take these helmets off yet?"

Elan presses himself against the inside wall of the shaft, unclear as to exactly what he is supposed to be doing out here and becoming increasingly ill-at-ease in the zero gravity.

Elan winced and braced against the outpouring of atmosphere from the sealed chamber until the pressure had equalized. He looked ahead to where the others had gathered near the door and made his way closer.

Once he neared the doorway, he looked at the two occupants with an expression of amazement. "Are either of you injured?"

I don't know if these suits automatically transmit to an external speaker or not. If they don't, then Elan likely just said that into his comm and Tellek has no way to know what the hell he just said. Such is the price of no proficiency.

The druid stepped unsteadily out of the transport and into the shaft, gasping slightly as the maglocks engaged and fastened him to the shaft's metal interior. He gazed around, disoriented for a moment, then blinked and nodded, slowly making his way after the others.

Elan was visibly uncomfortable within the tight-fitting vacuum suit at first, though it's relative simplicity put him at ease within a few minutes. In his mind, however, he could not help but imagine what would happen if something malfunctioned within the suit. More than once he found himself staring at Larimore, silently calming himself with the thought of being in the presence of a priest of the Smith if such an event should occur. When Brother Larimore inevitably caught him staring, the young druid responded with a meek smile.

"If I am to be responsible for setting up campgrounds in the wilderness, should it become necessary, then adequate camping gear should be requisitioned before we depart. Unless, of course, the rest of you are comfortable sleeping beneath a lean-to made of logs and leaves. It would not bother me any to accommodate you thusly, but if you have any desire for creature comforts, it would be wise to voice your desires now."

So there are no indigenous animal life forms reported on the planet... does the datapad make mention of any non-indigenous animal life that has been introduced into the ecology (besides the people, obviously)?

The druid looked at the slim datareader he was given with a somewhat puzzled expression on his face, watching the others activate theirs before he nodded, now understanding the operation of this particular device, and proceeded to activate his own.

"The mission seems clear, Lieutenant. I know what will be expected of me."

Check it's vitals. We may be too late...

The young human simply shook his head. "I am fine. I have everything I need."

The druid gently patted the well-worn leather satchel that rested at his hip, it's contents obviously nothing terribly bulky. The silver-and-blue hawk that rested on his shoulder turned it's head to be parallel with the floor, giving some sort of queer appraisal of the dwarf. Elan simply smiled, his smile betraying an inner power that could not be so much seen as felt.

"And please, call me Elan. I realize that you are in a business of formalities, but 'Sunshadow' is more of a job title than a surname."

Almost a week with no activity... *whistles*

"Are there any questions?"

The druid raised two fingers to signal his inquiry. "What is the population of this planet? The civilized population that can be accounted for, at least, and what level of urbanization has been achieved? Is the planet still largely unsettled or is there a vast network of cities in place already?"

Anybody with Knowledge(Empire) could probably make a check to figure out what House Calusa III belongs to. Elan has intentionally avoided mentioning it to spare our blue dragon friends some offense. Steve can determine the DC (if anyone cares).

"No, I do not believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you all. My name is Elan. I am a Druid of the Oak and Thorn from Arborea... a planet you may know as Calusa III." The young man smiled with genuine warmth as he introduced himself, bowing his head to the others in attendance while remaining seated.

"This ship is most impressive, I must say. The amenities rival many stations that I've visited and the hospitality has been most generous. I appreciate the inclusion of a grove within the ship's biodome as well. It does much to dispel the homesickness." He nodded again to the half-dragon, a low sweeping nod that bore much reverence and respect.

Draped in a lightweight brown robe and loose-fitting linen clothes, the young druid entered the conference room. Offering a polite smile and respectful nod to the stern half-dragon, he made his way to a seat on the far right and looked at the digital pad in front of him. As he silently took his seat, the hawk perched atop a boiled leather shoulder pad surveyed the room with it's steely gaze, tilting it's head as the others entered.

He bore no communicator, no sidearm, not even a wristwatch. Druids were not an entirely uncommon sight in the Empire, but seldom did one witness one so completely divorced from technology as this. His face was shaven with little sign of stubble, his shoulder-length brown hair tied back into a short ponytail with a leather cord, and his hands were calloused well beyond his years. He picked up the datapad, scanning over the words presented on it's screen, and then placed it back on the table with a nod.

*eats a pigeon*

We have a Locke! Sweeeeet. The team is assembled!

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Any estimation on when we're kicking this thing off? My humble, nature-worshipping ass wants to smoke some b%&!~es.

You already know my story. I'm pretty sure I'm all set, unless there was something else you wanted and/or needed?

*explodes all over the thread*

Human druid reporting in. Healer, problem-solver, nature guide, and capable of inflicting grievous harm on technological bad guys!

The character grew up on a reserve planet, raised in a druidic culture, and has left home in order to learn more about the world at large so that he may return to his homeworld empowered and enlightened by his experience, much like modern missionaries are required to travel abroad today.

*is struck by Jathali's errant arrow*

Gyaaaah!

*falls dead in the bleachers*