Some of the chief officers of the Rogues came back from their three weeks of leave on Debarre quite a bit worse for the wear themselves.
As a Landholder from the Baroness Harrison, Cyborgia can waive many of the legal restrictions around hunting (like the tech and hardware you are allowed to use) while on the lands of her own holding. This is a necessary stipulation for her to hunt on Debarre in the first place (as a weaponized cyborg)… but she lets Orkin and Fermi talk her into flying out into the wilds in full battledress. Fermi even brings his FGMP.
Desperate for prey, Orkin attacked a small creature in the foliage… and found himself the target of a counter attack by a big cat-like tentacled creature, which wrapped itself around him in a surprisingly strong grip. Strong enough to set off alarms on the tactical network linking the three battledress-suits.
This prompted Fermi to aim a full-auto burst from his man-portable (only with help) fusion-gun for a radiation secondary attack versus the unarmored creature… and its half-dozen companions the Vargr officer could make out in the foliage surrounding.
As the surviving wildlife fled the glowing crater, Orkin turned around and triumphantly speared the not-quite -dead-yet wriggling thing on the ground behind him. Cyborgia leaped ahead a hundred yards into the wilderness to escape the antics of her fellows. There she found a large, colorful entry-way into what looked like an underground passage. She could see some sort of dusty substance strewn around the entryway to the cave. The crawl-way into the passage was small enough that Cyborgia decided to remove the bulky battledress (which she had already had some hesitation about wearing in the first place) so as to have more wiggle room for exploration. She was intrigued by this mysterious passage on her property.
It turned out to be something more like a Venus Fly-Trap, except on a larger scale. The colorful passage closed down around her as soon as she started to try to fit her way into the smaller passageway. Then it started to fill with digestive fluids.
Cyborgia, still not quite piecing together what was going on, kept trying to find a way further inside the cave… but used her neural-com to call for help from her fellow hunters…. who had quite a hard time finding her…
When Orkin finally pointed out the wriggling sack of plant/animal matter to Fermi, the later let out a single burst from his FGMP, resulting in a gush of digestive fluids… and a just barely conscious Cyborgia, lying in a pool of radioactive digestive fluids and calling home to Allie for help.
Fermi clumsily pulled her out of the muck, ending up knee deep in it himself. Orkin started to wander off into the woods for more hunting before he realized that Fermi was headed back to Allie and Cyborgia’s lodge for medical assistance and flew off after them.
While Allie and Doctor Hauberk negotiated the transition of Cyborgia to the Argent Assurance (previously the Dauntilus, before that, the Kinunir), where he will (with Cyborgia’s approval and discretion) use the opportunity to make a number of substantial upgrades to her already mostly cyborg frame.
Orkin and Fermi however, attend the tournament/cultural festival Fermi likes to organize as the culminating event of each shore-leave. Held in the natural amphitheater of the Harrisons’ Lodge Downport, usually reserved for starship landings, the event was very well attended. The Baroness herself watched from a nearby boxed seat set up in a cliff-side hanger. Numerous local mercenaries and hunters joined in the participatory invitational rounds with the mostly vargr crew competators. The event was a great success… except for one possible surprise.
Lieutenant-Commander Redshirt organized the tournament so that he and his executive officer, who was getting a little too popular, would face off in a dramatic final match. That part went as planned. The outcome wasn’t what Fermi Meat Redshirt had in mind, however. He lost.
The former executive officer was now Captain Guezk’n, commanding officer of the CNS Frey Bug, and Lieutenant-Commander Redshirt was the ship’s executive officer. Commodore Sir Orkin and Captain Ohlah, the ranking Rogues present, both consented to the exchange of offices with a silent nod… then turned and departed the event.
The very public and dramatic turn of events will be the talk on Debarre for years to come.