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The soothing sound the wind produced as it gently stroked the dunes dominated the area. The dunes glittered with reflected sunlight- as if it was pure gold-, making it seem as a hellish scene, a potentially deadly one. Hopelessness was very much palpable in the expressions of the other survivors. Edar had awakened a long time ago, and was steadily recovering. He decided it was best not to talk with the other survivors until he got back to his senses.

At some point during the track, they stopped to get some sleep. Edar's head cleared substantially with the well needed sleep. Waking up early he took a sit at a small exposed stone. The screen on his suit displayed a green diagram of his body, meaning that he was mostly uninjured. His diagram showed his head with yellow coloring, meaning that it was less than healthy. He bit his lip, and using the neural connector which send his will to his helmet interface, navigated the screens searching for a particular option.

The blue hued screen displayed with a small beeping sound "Bacta treatment: you have enough bacta for this restoration."

Edar sighed, and thought out loud "But not enough for another one, huh? I will be sure to return the favor to that man and his mandalorian ally." He gazed at the blurry dunes, the air around them appeared like a transparent smoke from the heat "...or maybe not..."
He got to his feet, and withdrew his blaster sniper rifle from its holster. "Not exactly in service condition are you lady."

He stood there with the company of the man who had knocked him out earlier, and the droid creeping around- seemingly keeping watch on his precious target. He took a good look at the desolate desert ahead of them, the wind whispering, as if purposefully trying to make the already ominous scene seem appallingly ruinous.

Time began to blur as he tended to his rifle, paying special attention to its cleaning. Long arms required an almost religious commitment to their cleansing if they were to remain operable in the desert. Edar lost trace of time, his only company being Rift and the droid anxiously pacing about the encampment. Edar wondered what they both had in mind, but dared not ask them himself, so he idly thought of different reasons to amuse himself during his work.

The next long hours, the group navigated the dunes. Zekk carrying their only water source, the Bacta treatment he was going through inside of his armor kept him hydrated. But he figured he would eventually finish the treatment, and run out of bacta... keeping the water safe was a priority if they intended on staying alive.

The mandalorian female removed her helmet.

Edar commented "I assume you have not upgraded to in built climate control. Take my word, I have been in quite a collection of hell holes. Don't spare the credits, weather control is not an option, it becomes nothing short of indispensable if you intend on exploring the galaxy while wearing heavy armor." If he was going to stay with this company of antisocial individuals, making good ties with them was the most logical course of action.

The trek went about for long hours. Edar looked at the strange insect like entity, and told him "Wish I had my speeder bike..." the death watch and Rift were arguing about something while climbing a dune... Edar had lost count of how many times said scene had unfurled ahead of him, those two seemed to compete for group leadership. Although Edar himself fancied Rift more suited for leadership, the mandalorian seemed to be far too egocentric for such a role.

He heard blaster fire, coming from Rift's direction. He turned backwards, and was quite appalled at the sight "They flanked our asses! Now we are in for it." He took a knee in behind the large insectoid, that exoskeleton looked like it could shrug off some blaster fire. Peeking into the close future, he just peeked out to gun down a few Tuskens. The Tuskens themselves luckily had terrible aim, and did not really seem to hit anything.

A barrage of red blaster bolts thundered the desert "Suppressive fire. Those guys are quite definitely not Tuskens." He saw Rift and the death watch spearhead a retreat to a tight rocky canyon. "Guys... not a good idea at all, you are dead meat in there." He tried to stop them in their tracks "Blaster bolts are contained nuclear detonations! If a shot lands there, the explosion will be quite devastating!" The death watch shot the uppermost part of the canyon with his grenade launcher, an unusually large explosion collapsed the entrance. "He is lucky he did not collapse the whole thing... he used the right weapon too, grenades generate little heat when compared with a blaster. A blaster bolt is a no-no in there." he mumbled. Koda'Rai stayed behind to protect the water. Edar trotted next to him, without water, they were all dead anyway. Might as well die guarding it.