Whilst Lorne, Aayla and Val tangle with the enormous Rancor bull, Jorus treats the gravely injured Picus Thell, giving equipping him with make shift mobile transfuser and treating the bruising and swelling around his injuries. He asses that he needs better facilities to treat him but stabilises him.
Aayla and MN get the repulsor sled ready flipping it back the right way up. Whilst Lorne dances a dangerous dance with the giant jungle beast.
Val takes shot with his overcharged blaster, blinding the creature, burning it's skin and wounding it deeply blasting into it's skull.
Lorne carfully transfers Picus to the sled.
The Rancor is engraged, it swings at Lorne who avoids the attack.
Val fires his blaster rappidly and wildly into the canopy above distracting the creature as it raises it's self to protect it's self from the smoulding falling leaves and brances.
Lorne is grasped by the creature lifted to it's mouth, but the grasp is loose and lorne is able to begin to wrigle free. He stabbes the Rancor it in the mouth with his shard glass spear. The creature lets him go but he hangs onto the spear, and using a tooth for purchase drives it deep into it's throat and into it's brain. The creature gives one final roar and falls back onto the jungle floro with a mighty crash. Lorne is left grasping his spear, triumphent stood upon the dead creature.
Aayla asks MN what is in the crates, one he is told is bait the other food and drink supplies. He concinces MN to unlock the crate and the Crew rest and eat and drink from the supplies crate. There is also a bottle of celebratory alchol that was perhaps intended to be drunk after a succesful hunt.
Aayla realises that MN has been holo-reording the whole thing as part of his hunting support protocols and Jorus decide to give picus what he hopped for, he hopes. And they pose him and the crew for a holo-pic victorius in front of the dead creature, they do their best to obscure Picus's serious injures from the holo and put his helmet on so it's not clear he is unconcious. He is held up by Aayla and Jorus with his Hunting Blaster as a convincing support.
As they make there way back towards the dark through the jungle Aayla here's strange noises she hasn't heard before and she stops to tell the others, she also feels like she is being watched.
As the crew consider making camp and fortifying there position the threat reveals it's self, a dozen figuers dressed in gilly suits and carrying blaster emerge from camoflasged positons in the jungle some positioned in the branches of Moss Palms, others emerging from thick undergrowth, others lowering from ropes from the canopy above, all armed all aiming. The Crew is surrodned.
Their leader weaing a gilli cloak covered with local fauna, leggin and wraps that perfectly blend into the jungle with a blaster rifle slung over their solder on a quick release strap, a breather kit on in their chest, a DL-44 blaster pistol in hand, and a faceless mask of over lapping plates like the chittin of some insect lowers them selves from the canopy above. A firm voice says
"You bear the marks of an exile, but the markings are strange to me, and I do not recognise your face, Who are you Exile and why do truck with these Colonials?"