Trapped

Somehow they'd managed to get out of the reach of the Sarlacc and make their way around the great beast and meet up with Kraspen at the site of the wreck.  All this while carrying an unconscious Toby and nursing many other serious wounds whilst braving the raging sandstorm.

They'd taken up shelter inside the half buried starship and begun tending to their wounded.

Toby's wounds were the worst to be sure. He'd suffered 5 broken ribs a fractured skull and a puncture into his abdomen, at least 12 centimeters deep. The impact with Maligaant had knocked him unconscious and was most likely the cause of the skull fractures.  Rosh had been grappled by a pair of tentacles, snapping his right leg in 3 places and he most likely would have been lost if not for the fast reaction of Jerex who,  without a moment's thought, had lept to Rosh's aide and ripped both tentacles apart before being hammered by a tentacle himself.  The impact had broken 2 ribs and ripped a long gash into his left thigh. The rest of the squad had a mixture of breaks, gashes and bruises. Somehow Maligaant had weathered the fight with only a few bruises and a pounding headache.

The fate of both Zan and Kael was yet unknown but there was little hope being held that they had survived the encounter.  Perhaps it was best that Toby was still unconscious.  Zan and he were blood brothers and had known each other since they were young. 

"Sir." Krasp's voice whispered over the coms, "a word?"

Maligaant looked up at Krasp who was standing guard at the door. He nodded to Krasp and looking down at Toby running his paw gently over his head he pulled up the thermal blanket, tucking it in and around his unconscious mentor.

"Yes, what is it?" he asked as he moved up next to Krasp.

The clicking sound of Krasp switching to the private channel sounded through Maligaant's helmet. "I didn't want to alarm them sir. They need to rest. But ..." Krasp said as he lifted a data pad and handed it to Mal. "I set up sensors outside. Are we expecting anyone? Help I mean?"

Maligaant looked at the blinking dots on the data pad's display. "No Krasp. We are NOT."

Studying the pad's display, Mal's eyes narrowed and a snarl creased his lips.

"I count 25." Krasp said.

Maligaant looked back over his men, they were sprawled out around the debris filled room and most were sleeping except for Jerex and Rerrick, who were tending to the wounded.

Whoever was coming their movements appeared coordinated and tactical.