Myn Donos: -=beep=- -=wakes up=-
Wes Janson: -=forgot to set his alarm and is still asleep=-
Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh beeps about the revision =- Hyper Com> Ok...here we go! Mark
Doc Anreson: -=pushes lever and starlines snap back to realspace=- Alright, bookmark 'er there - we'll finish another time Wily.
Tycho Celchu: -= the stars streak to resolve themselves to pinpoints..the icey blue and whie world of Hoth lies before them =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::gets ready to come out of Hyperspace, already his bones feeling cold...he reverts to realspce::
Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh unslaves all Nav Comps =-
Wes Janson: -=jolts awake and pulls back the hyperspace lever just in time=-
Wedge Antilles: C> Okay Rogues I want you all to follow vector oh point three nine and follow that in to our landing spot.
Myn Donos: -=pulls the lever and reverts back to realspace=-
Tycho Celchu: C> Free and Clear to manuver Rogues
Hobbie Klivian: C>You know... I really have a bad feeling about this.
Wes Janson: C> Wake up calls work wonders, Tycho. -=rubs back of his head=-
Myn Donos: C>Don't you always have a bad feeling Hobs?
Doc Anreson: C> I'm FREE AT LAST!
Gavin Darklighter: C> As do I Hobbie...as do I
Wedge Antilles: -=Adjusts his fighter so he's heading towards the right spot=-
Hobbie Klivian: C> Nope, that's usually Tycho's job.
Tycho Celchu: C> Is not
Gavin Darklighter: :: he sets in the coordinates, and follows on Wedge's left::
Tycho Celchu: -= grins and adjusts his flight path =-
Myn Donos: -=moves the fighter towards that vector, following Hobbie=-
Doc Anreson: -=tucks in behind wedge like a good wingie=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=follows the coords, cursing that he has no droid=- Great, I get to show that it really is me and not the droid.
Corran Horn: -=vectors to 0.39=-
Wes Janson: -=does a flip, coming to fly into the vector, but inverted above Hobbie=-
Myn Donos: -=his eyes widen=- Sith.
Tycho Celchu: -= looks back =- C> Wes??? Umm...you gonna land that way??
Wedge Antilles: C> About to enter Hoth's atmosphere
Doc Anreson: C> Wes, you might wanna flip over.
Tycho Celchu: C> Copy Lead
Gavin Darklighter: C> roger that
Doc Anreson: C> Ready and willing.
Wes Janson: -=gets Hobbie's attention, waves, then flips back=-
Myn Donos: C>Copy lead
Hobbie Klivian: -=waves at lunatic and glad he's back=-
DESCRIPTION: *****Just before they enter several small explosions occur and blue flashes can be seen*****
Tycho Celchu: -= the fighter starts to rock and pitch as the atmosphere and cross winds beat on the ship =-
Doc Anreson: C> what the hoth is that? -=realises choice of words and chuckles=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he enters a few keys and is almost about to enter that atmosphere::
Hobbie Klivian: -=begins to pray=-
Tycho Celchu: Ugh...get me data now!
DESCRIPTION: *****Doc, Hobbie, Tycho slip past the blue sparks * The other fighters are hit with ion bombs*****
Tycho Celchu: -= looks back as Ugh continues Screaming =- What the Sith was that?
Gavin Darklighter: ::hit with ion bomb his ship jolts::
DESCRIPTION: *****Gavin and Wes lose total control of their craft*****
Myn Donos: Oh, sith
DESCRIPTION: *****The rest have partial control*****
Corran Horn: -=shields fail and the console skitters with ion lightning=-
Gavin Darklighter: C> ....::static:: ..hit...
Tycho Celchu: -= data begins spilling over Tychos monitor =-
Hobbie Klivian: ohsithohsithohsith. -=maneuvers towards Wes, trying to get ahead and slow his ship down=-
Doc Anreson: -=fights for control o fher fighter, and breaks off to follow wes and hobbie down=-
DESCRIPTION: *****Gravity pull the disabled fighters towards the ice ground*****
Tycho Celchu: C> Rogues...check in!
Wes Janson: Guys! -=wacks com that doesn't work=- oh sith....
Corran Horn: -=pulls his hands back and waits for it to subside before grabbing back on the stick=-
Doc Anreson: C> Two's good as can.
Corran Horn: C>Nine, somewhat functional
Gavin Darklighter: ::the shields fail, as he begins to loose altitude ::
Myn Donos: C>8 her partially fried
Wes Janson: -=pumps the ship's controls for a cold start=- Come on baby, work for me...
Wedge Antilles: C> Gah, I'm hit...
Gavin Darklighter: ::his com won't work::
Doc Anreson: -=sees hobbie's got wes, and goes down beneath Darklighter=- C> I'm gonna try something Gavin
Hobbie Klivian: C>7 here.. damnit Wes.
Tycho Celchu: C> Get to ground ... well sort it out there
Wedge Antilles: -=Fights his fighter trying to correct his course=-
Tycho Celchu: C> 5 to lead.... come in lead
Doc Anreson: Help me with the fine tunes, Wily.
Corran Horn: -=has to muscle the stick to keep on course=-
Myn Donos: -=looks at monitor and restarts one engine=-
Wedge Antilles: C> I'm here 5, I'm a bit scorched however
Tycho Celchu: -= loops back but stays clear of the entry
Doc Anreson: -=gets controle of fighter and gently pulls up beneath Gavin's, in an attempt to slow its descent=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he tries tries to restart, but nothing works::
Tycho Celchu: C> No word from Gavin or Wes.... can you see them from your location?
Gavin Darklighter: ::sees Doc, underneath him::
Myn Donos: Great, no shields. -=moves his nose up to burn off speed=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=gets under nose of Wes' ship and pushes repulsers to push him back up=-
Myn Donos: -=checks to see if he can get repulsors=-
Tycho Celchu: -= ugh beeps =- C> Never mind.... I see them
Myn Donos: -=gets them at 50%=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::his ship slows down, but not enough::
Tycho Celchu: Ugh...scan for targets and transmit ION bomb data to any fighters still high enough to hit them
Myn Donos: -=turns on the repulsors=-
DESCRIPTION: *****The falling ships quickly approach the ground*****
Doc Anreson: -=works craft to try and slow gavin's descent further so the younger pilot won't crash=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he sees the ground comming up fast, running out of time::
Tycho Celchu: -= heads to ground not showing any targets on the HUD =-
Doc Anreson: Kriffing Ion.... -=grumbles to self=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::still going to fast::
Corran Horn: Sith Sith Sith!-=struglles with the nonresponsive stick=-
Myn Donos: -=levels off slightly=-
Wedge Antilles: C> pull out 2 and 7 - It's too close
Doc Anreson: C> But boss!
Tycho Celchu: -= lands and pops the canopy , hops out and digs the first aid gear from the cargo hold of the fighter =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::his ship goes cold, its circuits fried::
DESCRIPTION: *****Ground rushes up at the fighters to meet them****
Wedge Antilles: C> Now!
Doc Anreson: -=slows down, letting gavin's ship scrape across her canopy, growls and pulls back. =- C> as ordered -=bites out angrily=-
Tycho Celchu: -= the cold wind bites at him as he sinks ankel deep in the snow =-
Hobbie Klivian: -=shuts off all his systems and lets his fighter drop=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he braces himself, as he sees the white ground rush up to meet him::
DESCRIPTION: *****Gavin's ship crashes into a huge snowbank throwing snow in every direction * He's bounced around but no real damage is done*****'
Wes Janson: -=closing his eyes, Wes braces himself int he fighter=-
Myn Donos: -=puts the repulsors to max direction with snow hitting his canopy=-
Doc Anreson: -=lands her fighter near gavin's and popps the canopy, breath knocked out of her by the cold=-
Tycho Celchu: -= pulls out comlink and ytells ove rthe howling wind =- Ugh...keep an eye on sensors...dont let anything sneak up on us
Gavin Darklighter: ::he's thrown inside the cockpitt, only few cuts and bruises::
Myn Donos: -=lands a bit roughly=-
DESCRIPTION: *****Wes' fighter managed to slow down enough to crash lighter than Gavin, but his hud explodes throwing sparks and fire everywhere*****
Myn Donos: -=pops the canopy=-
Tycho Celchu: -= trudges over to Wes's Fighter =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::his canopy is covered in snow::
DESCRIPTION: *****Corrans skill and luck keep his fighter from crashing and no jolt can be felt as he lands*****
Doc Anreson: -=grabbs medkit and jumps out, heading to Gavin's fighter.=-
Myn Donos: -=gets out quickly=-
Wes Janson: -=tosses his hands up to protect his face as the sparks fly=-
Tycho Celchu: -= hops up onto the nose of wes/s fighter and pops the canopy =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Fights with his fighter and manages to set it down sharply next to Myn's=-
Corran Horn: -=swears violently=- I guess snow is good for something...
Tycho Celchu: Wes!!
Myn Donos: Sith! -=jumps back against his fighter=-
Tycho Celchu: -= grabs an extinguisher from the dash area and sprays the fire and arcing wires =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Is jumping out of his fighter before it even touches the snow running to his pilots=-
Doc Anreson: -=sees others working for wes, and continues diging Gavin out=-
Corran Horn: -=pops the canopy and climbs down, opening the side cargo door and grabbing a fur lined heavy coat=-
Doc Anreson: -=gets cockpit uncovered, knocks on transparisteel to see if gavin's able to pop the canopy=-
Wes Janson: -=hears the canopy and he's half blind from the sparks. he pulls himself free and jumps into the snow, trying to put out any fire that might be going on his flightsuit=-
Corran Horn: -=puts on his coat and heads off to where he sees wedge and the others=-
Tycho Celchu: -= jumps down satasified the fire is out =- Wes///you ok?
Gavin Darklighter: :: he looks up, and pushes for the canopy release, his systems fried::
Wes Janson: -=sits up, trying to blink the white spot in front of his eyes away=- all i see is white, and it's NOT the snow...
Myn Donos: -=runs off towards Gavin's fighter=-
Wedge Antilles: -=Sees that everyone is okay and take out the pad again=-
Tycho Celchu: -= grins =- Take your helmet off then... its got fire retardent all over the blast shiled
Doc Anreson: -=starts working on the outside hatch release=-
Corran Horn: -=reaches wedge=- How are the others?
Wedge Antilles: -=checks their coords=- Seem to be doing okay. Wes got burned a bit.
Gavin Darklighter: ::he starts to push manuelly on the canopy, nothing working::
Wedge Antilles: No report on Gavin yet...
Corran Horn: I'll go check on him -=heads off towards gavin's fighter=-
Doc Anreson: A LITTLE HELP OVER HERE! -=calls=-
Myn Donos: -=catches up with Wedge=- Hope Gav, didn't land on what we're looking for.
Wes Janson: -=pulls the helmet off and can see a bit better, but still some light flashes. Shivers as his head instantly freezes=-
Corran Horn: -=struggles up on top of the fighter=- Need some help Doc?
Tycho Celchu: You ok now Wes?
Wedge Antilles: No but we managed to set down within a mile of it
Myn Donos: That's good.
Gavin Darklighter: ::his face is covered with cuts and bruises as he tries to open the canopy::
Corran Horn: -=pulls out his saber and ignites it, motions for gavin to stay away from the edge=-
Myn Donos: I'll go help with Gavin. -=salutes and runs off=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: moves away from the saber ::
Corran Horn: -=cuts along the cockpit seal until it is free=-
Tycho Celchu: -= sits down on the snow drift next to Wes and pulls out the med pack =- Here..take it
Corran Horn: -=motions for all of them to help topple the transparisteel off the fighter=-
Doc Anreson: Thanks Corran. -=shakes off weird feeling and helps=-
Myn Donos: -=gets up towards Gavin's fighter=- Need some help Doc?
Gavin Darklighter: :: the seal of the canopy is heard as it breaks open::
Corran Horn: -=grabs under the new edge and starts pulling=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he pushes up::
Doc Anreson: -=pulls on canopy with corran=-
Corran Horn: Help us out here Myn!
Gavin Darklighter: on 3...
Doc Anreson: One.....
Gavin Darklighter: :: muffled from inside:: two
Myn Donos: -=gets ready to pull=-
Corran Horn: -=plants his feet=-
Gavin Darklighter: three!!!
Doc Anreson: -=pulls really really hard=-
Myn Donos: -=pulls on the canopy=-
Corran Horn: -=jerks at the canopy, it breaks free and slides off the top of the fighter=-
Tycho Celchu: -= gets up and goes to his fighter and gets out his artic gear and supply pack=-
Corran Horn: -=falls backward and topples over Doc, falling into the snow below=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he almost falls out, as the canopy fell ::
Doc Anreson: -=gets knocked back by the jedi dude=- -=falls, but scrambles up with medkit and goes to check Gavin over without a word=-
Myn Donos: -=falls over and rolls down the hill =-
Corran Horn: -=his face lands directly in the snow bank=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: he loses his balance in the end, falling into the wet cold snow:: ::he lands on his back::
Wes Janson: -=slowly treats his burns, his vision clearing quickly=-
Myn Donos: -=hits some part of the X-wing with his head=-
Doc Anreson: -=pulls gavin to a seated position, and treats the cuts on his face=- Anything else?
Corran Horn: -=gets to his feet, wiping his face clear=- Gavin better appreciate that...
Gavin Darklighter: thanks Corran!
Myn Donos: -=mutters=- Good thing I had my helmet on...
Gavin Darklighter: :: looks at Doc:: no thats it - thanks... Where's Wes??
Myn Donos: -=shakes his head=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: slowly gets to his feet ::
Tycho Celchu: -= puts on the parka and fur hood and wraps he scarf around his lower face, pulls out a blaster carbine and holsters it and attaches some binocs to his belt =-
Doc Anreson: Good question -=help sgavin to feet=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::turns to see Corran, and extends his hand:: Corran...thanks
Corran Horn: -=growls=- No problem kid
Doc Anreson: -=looks around at the other pilots=- How are the rest of you doing?
Myn Donos: -=gets up=- -=rubs the back of his head=- My head hurts.
Corran Horn: -=pulls his hood further forward on his head and buries his gloved hands in his pockets as he stalks off to find wedge=- -=after shaking hands with gavin=-
Tycho Celchu: -= trudges over to Wedge =- -= Ugh closes the canopy and and revs the engines to keep the fighter from icing over =-
Gavin Darklighter: :: hand shaken::
Wes Janson: -=slowly stands, wincing slightly from the burns, and crawls back to his fighter to see if anything is salvagable=-
Myn Donos: -=shrugs and walks back towards his fighter so he can get the rest of his gear=-
Doc Anreson: Let me see, Donos. -=follows myn=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he turns to his fighter::
Tycho Celchu: -= walks up to Wedge =- Looks like someone dosent want uninvited guests
Corran Horn: -=reaches wedge as tycho does=- Gavin is fine
Wedge Antilles: Yeah, but It doesn't matter. Our target is a mile that way.
Myn Donos: -=looks back at Doc =- Warmer over there. -=points=-
Tycho Celchu: -= looks over the frozen horizon =- And how are we gonna make that?
Wedge Antilles: It's an old hanger that we picked a spot for when we first scouted Hoth
Doc Anreson: -=shakes head chuckling=- Let me see your head, Myn. -=puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
Gavin Darklighter: ::he walks in the snow sinking as he grabs some more layers of cloth from the cargo hold::
Myn Donos: -=takes his helmet off=- Probably just a bump...I hope.
Doc Anreson: Me too.
Gavin Darklighter: ::putting the layers on, he walks toward the others::
Doc Anreson: -=checks, there is a slight goosegg on the back of myn's head, but nothing serious=- Hope you don't sleep on your back.
Tycho Celchu: -= thinks =- We can all lash our selves to the wings on my fighter and hover over there. -= grins from benath his scarf =-
Gavin Darklighter: :: feeling the bruises from the crash start to hurt::
Myn Donos: -=grins=- I'll try Doc. Lets get the rest of our stuff.
Gavin Darklighter: ::he looks around the planet, everything is white, looking at his feet, he brushes his hand on the wet snow:: so this is snow....
Wedge Antilles: That sounds like a plan
Doc Anreson: Well, mine's all back where everyone else is, anything I can help you with?
Myn Donos: Nah, I can get it.
Tycho Celchu: -= nods =- Lets go find some warmth then
Gavin Darklighter: :: he stands, a small mount of snow in his hand::
Doc Anreson: -=nods and heads back to her fighter=-
Wedge Antilles: Agreed
Gavin Darklighter: ::he lets the snow fall between his fingers, and walks toward Wedge::
Myn Donos: -=puts his helmet back on for warmth=-
Corran Horn: How many fighters do we have operational?
Tycho Celchu: -= heads back to his fighter and and hops into the cockpit with hsi gear in his lap =- Com on yall!!!
Myn Donos: -=gets back to his fighter and gets his gear=-
Doc Anreson: -=hears corran=- Mine's going good.
Wes Janson: -=thanks the force his snow gear is still in tact and pulls it out, quicklying putting the clothing on in silence. his head hurt=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::reaches Wedge, wearing all his gear, minus a few items, stuffed in his pockets::
Wedge Antilles: -=Trudges through the snow to Tycho's fighter=-
Corran Horn: -=taps wedge=- My fighter is intact, i'm not sure if i could get it running or not. Want me to try?
Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at Tycho::
Myn Donos: -=gets snow gear and sniper rifle and a blaster and follows Wedge over to Tycho's fighter=-
Doc Anreson: -=looks at gavin and starts giggling=-
Tycho Celchu: Get on the wings and hold on yall!!
Wes Janson: -=grabs his blaster and vibroblade and anything else not wreaked from the fire, kicks the fighter a few times, then trudges over to the others=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at doc:: what??
Wedge Antilles: Honestly if we park our fighters anywhere near the main base they'll be destroyed by the troops.
Doc Anreson: You look like nanook of the north!
Gavin Darklighter: ::he looked like an overstuffed snowman::
Myn Donos: I have a bad feeling about this.
Corran Horn: Well, they'll be buried by the snow within an hour
Doc Anreson: I thought that was Celchu's line?
Wedge Antilles: So you might as well enjoy the ride -=pulls himself up on tycho's wing=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::looks down then back at her:: who??
Myn Donos: Yeah but it's my turn.
Tycho Celchu: Come on yall...there might be an old heater at the base
Doc Anreson: Just something I read once, you're all bundled up.
Gavin Darklighter: heater??
Wes Janson: -=comes up behind Corran=- and good riddance to that.
Gavin Darklighter: ::gets on the wing::
Myn Donos: -=gets on the lower wing and holds tightly onto his sniper rifle=-
Doc Anreson: So, who wants to fly with me? -=heads to her still intact and running fighter and climbs in.=-
Wes Janson: I'll go with you, Doc. -=walks over with the doc and her fighter=-
Tycho Celchu: Ok Ugh...nice easy hover...that way -= points =-
Corran Horn: -=works over to the laser cannon and grabs on=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: he's holding on to the wing::
Corran Horn: C>Hey Tycho think you could fire off a shot or two to warm me up!? -=laughs=-
Myn Donos: -=holds onto the wing tightly=-
Tycho Celchu: -= the droid complains but complies as the figher lifts off =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::laughs hearing Corran::
Myn Donos: -=grins=- It's fairly warm here.
Tycho Celchu: C> Oh sure Horn...and give everone a steam burn? -= grins =-
Doc Anreson: -=gets into her fighter=- Only you, Janson?
Corran Horn: C>It's better than being rendered impotent from sitting around in Absolute Zero temps!
Tycho Celchu: -= the engins rev higher and the figher forces itsefl through the wind towards the base in a slow, low hover =-
Wes Janson: -=climbs up carefully onto her wing and tosses his gear into her fighter's hold=- the others must be afraid of you.
Doc Anreson: Let them be, I don't care -=really does=-
Tycho Celchu: -= the engines reaving so high generates heat in the wings =- C> Better Horn?
Wes Janson: -=he tries to grin=- think we can fit two in the cockpit and close the shield to keep warm?
Corran Horn: C>Ahhh much, thanks Taxi Man
Gavin Darklighter: ::wonders who is going with Doc::
Myn Donos: C>Much better
Doc Anreson: -=smirks=- wouldn't that make your best friend jealous?
Gavin Darklighter: Thanks col
Tycho Celchu: C> That will be 20 creds a pice when we get to base! -= laughs =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::hides his face, from the cold air::
Wes Janson: -=shrugs=- I need medical care anyways...
Corran Horn: -=tucks his head to his chest to keep the blowing snow off it=-
Wes Janson: -=grabs onto the side of the ship=- We'd better get going or we'll lose them
Doc Anreson: -=climbs out of cockpit=- Fine, I'm flying. -=pushes wes into the cockpit, closes the top=- you get the pedals, I'll get the flightstick.
Wes Janson: You're ship, you're rules.
Doc Anreson: well, pedal already.
Wes Janson: -=being the gentlmen, he clasped his hands behind the flight couch as not to touch her in any places where she might deny him bacta later=- I'm pedeling!
Doc Anreson: -=pulls stick back and follows tycho slowly=-
Tycho Celchu: -= an hour later the fighter arrives the i mile distance to the old dilapidated hanger =-
Doc Anreson: -=situates herself between the two pilots ((Hobbie above and Wes below)) laps as they follow tycho in her fighter=-
Tycho Celchu: C> Liking your ride there Hobbie?
Doc Anreson: -=reaches around hobbie to control the flightstick knowing Wes has the rudder pedals going=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: his hands are numb from gripping on the wing without any gloves::
Wedge Antilles: C> It's that long flat drift Tycho
Tycho Celchu: C> Copy..setting her down
Doc Anreson: -=flys by Celchu and the three pilots inside wave at the rest before setting down=- Teaches them to not want to fly with me, eh? -=chuckles as she pops the hatch=-
Tycho Celchu: -= the figheter sets down near the hanger =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Jumps off and sinks to his waist in snow=-
Doc Anreson: -=sets down next to tycho=-
Corran Horn: -=slips off and suffers the same fate as wedge=-
Wedge Antilles: Aww sith
Corran Horn: Sith this is where we were supposed to be going?
Gavin Darklighter: :: he feels the ship set down::
Doc Anreson: You know Derek, it's nice to be warm and all, but I think we're crushing Wes.
Gavin Darklighter: Col...could yo please pry my fingers loose from your wing??
Myn Donos: -=jumps off with his stuff and sinks into the snow=-
Wedge Antilles: The hanger door is around on the other side
Wes Janson: It's all the clothes he's wearing! -=huffs=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=climbs out and drops to the ground, sinking in=-
Doc Anreson: -=pulls herself out and dropps to the ground, sinking to her hips=- Ugh, it's cold!
Wedge Antilles: -=Pulls himself out and lays on the snow=-
Myn Donos: Fond memories sir?
Corran Horn: -=pulls himself out and slithers over towards wedge's indicated direction=-
Wedge Antilles: -=Starts to pull his weight with his arms so he doesn't put all his weight in one spot=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=grumbles=-
Wes Janson: -=stands in cockpit, stretches, then gently lowers himself to the snow=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: pry's his fingers loose, and slides to the ground landing in the snow::
Myn Donos: -=wades towards the hanger=-
Wedge Antilles: -=Is able to move on top of the snow=-
Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh keeps the fighter running as Tycho jumps out with his gear =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Reaches the old controls and pops them open=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: he sinks in waist deep, glad his lower layers are still warm and dry, he makes his way toward the entrance to the hanger::
Wes Janson: -=has the sudden urge to make a big snowball fight... writes idea down on mental datapad for later=-
Wedge Antilles: -=Taps in an old Alliance code and the doors reveal themselves as the snow falls as they open=-
Doc Anreson: -=tries to take a few steps like she did in the snowey mountains of ralltiir, but that snow was a different sort=-
Myn Donos: -=moves so he can get to the top of the snow=-
Doc Anreson: -=falls in the snow=-
Tycho Celchu: -= truges through the snow towards the others =- Still alive there Hobbie? -= smiles =-
Gavin Darklighter: u ok doc? ::falls ::
Myn Donos: -=follows Wedge slowly=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=shudders with memories as the blast doors open=-
Doc Anreson: -=grumbles as she flounders and tries to get back to her feet, spits out snow=- yeah. - Hey Antilles, can we bring these fighters in here, or at least the droids? -=calls ahead=-
Wedge Antilles: -=The drift still covers most of the door but the opening is big enough he can slide in=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: gets up, his face and hair covered with snow::
Corran Horn: -=reaches the door and rolls down the drift into the entrance=-
Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh lifts the x-wing again and flies it slowly into the hanger...the wing flood lights on =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Yells back=- We'll need the snow cleared first
Doc Anreson: -=whimpers as she trys to make her way=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: reaches the door, and slides in ::
Myn Donos: -=reaches the entrence and pulls a Horn and rolls down=-
Gavin Darklighter: Doc grab my hand ::he turns to pull doc along the snow::
Doc Anreson: -=reaches for gavin's hand and misses, tumbling down the drift=-
Wes Janson: -=follows behind the others slowly, trying to keep his weight balanced so he doesn't fall into the snow too far=-
Wedge Antilles: -=Tycho's X-wing gigs into the snow and tosses it into the hanger=- Nevermind it's clear!
Gavin Darklighter: ::tries to catch her fall, and falls along with her::
Doc Anreson: -=tumbles with gavin down the drift=-
Myn Donos: -=reaches the door and stands up=-
Corran Horn: -=yells back=- Having fun yet Hobbie?
Tycho Celchu: -= smiles at Wedge =- Well... i never said he was a great pilot. -= refering to Ugh =-
Wedge Antilles: -=laughs=-
Wes Janson: -=about two feet form the entrance, wes suddenly disappears under the snow=-
Doc Anreson: -=comms wily to fly the xwing into the hangar=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=grumbles=- cold, wet, almost dead.
Gavin Darklighter: :: they stop tumbling::
Tycho Celchu: -= pulls out a scanner device =-
Corran Horn: Well you're off to a good start then!
Gavin Darklighter: ::turns to look behind him::
Myn Donos: -=walks inside the hanger=-
Gavin Darklighter: um... wasn't Wes behind us??
Doc Anreson: -=groans and tries to stand up=- Oh sith.
Wedge Antilles: We need to leave for the main base as soon as we can
Wes Janson: -=a few minutes later, he pops through the bottom of the drift and lands on his back, laughing=- Gods I miss this place!
Myn Donos: Usually you're in bacta by now.
Doc Anreson: -=surprised by wes, jumps back and, of course, falls down=-
Tycho Celchu: -= scans the hanger. =-
Gavin Darklighter: ack!
Doc Anreson: -=looks at wes and shakes her head=- You really ARE crazy!
Hobbie Klivian: It's warmer in bacta.
Myn Donos: -=grins=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::falls back, as Wes pops out infront of him::
Wes Janson: -=smiling=-you, of all people, should know
Wedge Antilles: -=Moves to tycho's side=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::Growls at Wes::
Doc Anreson: Yeah, well maybe I'm delusional, help me up -=holds up hands as she'd been knocked over in surprise=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::stands up again::
Tycho Celchu: -= scanner beeps =- Life sign! -= pulls balster =- That way
Gavin Darklighter: :: turns to help Doc up::
Hobbie Klivian: The only life around here is probably a wampa.
Myn Donos: -=pulls out his blaster=-
Tycho Celchu: -= the beeps get louder =-
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