Singular Space (NOW HIRING! Positions available: Captain)

[Michabean]

What the hell?! The captain immediately drops to the ground and takes cover behind a tree. Alright, we need to get out of here fast! Ira, you help the doctor. I'll handle Albert and Smirg you'll need to help yourself. He wraps one arm around the mechanic and uses the other arm to start dragging them both out of the crossfire making sure to keep his body low.

[AoM]

Ira swears under his breath and makes a dash for Amanda. The wounds looks deep, but this is neither the time or the place to examine them. Standing around will get them killed, so he scoops up the doctor and throws her over his shoulder, then starts running away. "Normally I'd say we could take'em but everyone had to go and get shot or fall sick on me... And quit squirming Amanda, I'm going as fast as I can!"

[Nalaris]

Sorry I'm late.

The blasts of energy miss captain and crew by a mile, however one combatant on each side drops again. The one remaining alien which was behind the area where our heroes were ambushed ran away, exposing himself but still taking no hits.

The aliens fighting are red skinned with reverse joint legs and the skin is leathery. They are wearing camoflouge, mostly, but some of them are barefoot, revealing small stubs of what might once have been claws on their feet.

Captain and crew soon arrive back at the ship, and the two victorious aliens follow and shout "Wait! We're not trying to hurt you!"

Put me down, Ira, I'm not incapable of walking into the ship!

As for these aliens, I say ditch 'em. We've gotta get outta here!

[Pie]

Albert Pulls away frome the captain, rambling on an on about "the antidote", but all his rambelings end in somthing unrelated, but riming with antidote... sometimes its "red ant", sometimes its aunt lucy, and even one time it was "arent you gonna go get a soda".....
(OOC: sorry, couldn't resist. soda.)

[AoM]

Ira puts Amanda down, and turns to face the red aliens. "Not trying to hurt us, eh? Well we certainly took a few hits back there on account of that gun fight..."

[Nalaris]

"Wait!" the aliens call out, utterly ignoring the pilot's comment. "We need your help! We can reward you!"

Ira, shut up! You're not helping us out, here!

[Michabean]

Doctor, why don't you get Albert and yourself inside and tend to those wounds? He turns to the aliens. How can we help you and what are you going to reward us with? We are in urgent need of a certain plant that can be found here. Can you help us find it? He looks around. And where the hell is Smirg?!

[Fleegle]

"Right here, Captain." Smirg yells, holding his bloody ear in one hand and his pistol in the other. "See if they have a good plastic surgeon, while you're at it."

[Michabean]

He nods. Glad you could make it, Smirg. Why don't you go inside with the doctor and have her take a look at that ear?

[Nalaris]

The two aliens stare incredulously at the captain as he speaks, then turn and start talking to each other in hushed tones. Finally they turn and speak to the captain again.

"I assume the plant you're referring to is the one used as an Ebola antidote? It's the only useful one on this planet. We'll give you a truckload if you help us out. We're in a bad situation right now. Civil war. I'll explain more at the base."

Then he pulls out a cell phone and starts talking into it, only fragments of his side of the conversation are audible.

"Hello, boss? We found...who...us. ...strange problem...Ebola...to base. Okay. Right, yes sir!"

Amanda goes in the ship with the wounded, and shouts back "Let's get out of here!"

[Fleegle]

"We can't leave yet, those aliens have the antidote... and I 'spose they seem friendly enough."

[Michabean]

He looks at the aliens and nods his head. That is the plant we are seeking. What do you want from us? What kind of help do you need?

[AoM]

Ira whispers to the Captain. "I don't think it really matters what they want us to do. They say they've got the antidote, hell, they probably have medics who already have samples of it ready-made for administration. Let's just go with them and get the medicine, and vaccinate ourselves... They're not going to send us on a suicide mission, half of us aren't even soldiers..."

[Michabean]

He turns to Ira and whispers back. I want to get the antidote from them but I also want to know what we're getting ourselves into before we agree to anything. Let's just wait to hear what they have to say.

[Nalaris]

The aliens look at each other a bit, and one says "Oh well."

"Hello, my name is Ragnok, this is Blek. We're locked in civil war with another militant group over control of this jungle, the only source for the cure to Ebola. The guerilla warfare has lasted generations, but it's now coming to an end. The leaders of both sides are willing to negotiate for peace and shared control of the Alobei Jungle, but several soldiers on both sides are not happy with such a situation. They will most likely try to kill the enemy's ambassador, or even their own! All we need from you is to provide a light escort to the meeting place. We'll give you the plant you need in advance, and give you time to recover from the shots you took in the crossfire, though you look fine to me. There shouldn't be much trouble, just a lone assassin, most likely that with bad aim."

"If you'll help us," Blek said, "we can give you more than the plant. Though we have not a single available soldier to provide escort, we have plenty of stored up money. Since the war is ending we do not need all of it any longer. We will see how much our reconstruction committee can spare for you."

"So, are you in or out?"

You're not actually considering this, are you? They shot at us!!!