Lost!

Extremely irritated! Tyria may well be the most incompetent squad member he's trained to date! All he'd asked her to do was watch the gear, that's all, nothing difficult. And she had somehow managed to screw that up. Maybe that Noghri ambush had shaken her up more than she let on. At the moment, though, he couldn't help but wish that the blaster bolt that had blown her helmet clean off had taken  her head with it as well!  Thanks to her incompetence the squad was now sloshing it's way through mostly waist deep swamp waters trying to find their way out of this horrid place.  Without the now lost booster pack their sensors couldn't get any fix for coordinates.  Something out here was messing with all their electronics.  Even Mal's normally reliable senses were playing tricks on him.  

When they had first entered the swamp Mal was excited.  He recalled his time on Togoria and his many hunts, the ones he enjoyed most being in the swamps.  Togorian swamps can be truly dangerous places where often times hunters find themselves the ones being  hunted.  This swamp was no such place. It stank and everything you  touched seemed to stick to you like glue but as yet the most dangerous creatures they'd seen any signs of were a few small snakes. If his squad weren't so .... well...weren't so NOT Togorian he'd have them up there, his eyes darted to the trees and the many branches high above them.  He began to recall memories of moving through the canopy above the swamps of his home-world with his cousin Rosh. 

The grating sound of Tyria's voice broke the silence of the group, "I'd just like to state for the record; that looked like a rock to me. None of you said 'hey look at that shell' so it's not completely my fault.  I don't see why I'm being punished for something that wasn't my fault."

"Shut that hole or I will shut it for you!" Mal snapped.  

"Um....I think i'm caught up....yeah...i'm snagged on something.  Oh my that's really tight!  It's squeezing my leg!  HELP!" Tyria cried out.

Turning around to deal with this piece of waste Mal's demeanor turned from annoyed and irritated to surprise watching as Tyria's body was being lifted out of the swampy waters several feet into the air by tentacles.  Swinging his rifle to his back, hanging onto him by it's strap, he lept towards his entangled soldier covering the distance nearly instantly.  As he reached Tyria's position she was now being slammed down into the water by the tentacled attacker.  Pulling his Sc'rath from it's sheath he dove into the disgusting waters to save this waste of a soldier from her fate.