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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 14, 2019 6:32:53 GMT -5
Master Malice had tasked her apprentice with bringing at least fifteen Krayt dragon pearls, fabled stones found within the dangerous creatures. At first Funami wasn’t very fond of the idea – travelling all the way to Tatooine and playing a Tusken raider tracking overgrown lizards through the sand sounded none too appealing. That was only until she borrowed a desert skiff retrofitted into a pleasure craft and learned about a place known as Krayt graveyard. Like any self-respecting Sith, Funami had also hired several guns to kill the beasts for her. Two things were characteristic for Tatooine; plenty of muscle looking for work and dirt cheap prices. Browsing through the rabble hadn’t been easy though, not to mention many hunters and trackers had proven too cautious, rejecting her generous pay upon hearing of the task and destination. Only fifteen men and women crazy – or greedy – enough took the little Sithling’s offer, though the pink-haired Atrisian did not doubt at least half of them intended to betray her the moment the task was done. One did not need the Force to sense that – Sith were masters of treachery, after all, and one Krayt dragon pearl could easily be sold for as much as one hundred thousand credits.
The task no longer appeared so daunting – in fact, Funami looked forward to it, fearing nothing after purchasing several crates full of supplies. Endless dunes and infinite quantities of sand welcomed the party the moment they left the walls of civilization behind. Hovering good twenty meters above ground, the repulsorlift vehicle daringly ventured deep into the desolate wasteland, braving the shimmering air. It was hot under the twin suns. The little girl found herself comfortably seated in the posh seat, umbrella over her head. Two glasses filled with chilled cocktails hovered by her mouth, defying gravity on her telekinetic command. Equipped with sunglasses and wearing a white T-shirt, knee high socks of white color, fashionable moccasins and a bright red miniskirt, she resembled a tourist more than anything else. Perhaps the only piece of apparel giving away her status was the rich red cape around her small shoulders, perfectly concealing her lightsaber underneath. Infused with the Force, the golden trimmed cloth shielded her from the heat far better than the tiny umbrella ever would. An ordinary person like those surrounding her stood no chance of knowing that though. To them, it was just a fancy and expensive looking cape, though a trained eye would likely recognize the blaster-deflecting shell spider silk.
One of the glasses tilted ever so slightly, allowing Funami to slurp its refreshing content. Life was good. She looked forward to seeing the fifteen hired guns duke it out with a Krayt dragon or twenty. So far there wasn't much in terms of action or excitement going on. Gazing about from her perched position, all Funami saw were dunes, sands, dunes, desert, more sand. And a herd of wild banthas.
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Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild 
Apr 11, 2019 17:18:00 GMT -5
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 14, 2019 7:34:36 GMT -5
Fenrir was a contracted killer, not usually a mercenary hired by anyone. But, when such a price is offered in a simple Tatooine cantina, he isn't one to step down from a good offer. When someone offers such a reward, it makes the Bounty tick, to just how could this benefit him in the future. His calculating mind understood getting your way up in this universe isn't for what you know, it's who you know, so he made his ties and took bounties wisely. As told of his task, that of being an armed mercenary helping an unknown employer in the Krayt Graveyard. For what reason he was not sure yet, but due to the high value of the Krayt dragon pearl, Fenrir would assume that this was the target of the mission. The man stood on the hard floor of the Bantha cargo skiff, an eyebrow raised as he eyed every character within the ship. The character that caught his eye the most however was the brightly coloured young girl. As the journey continued on, the sun continuously beat down on them, going over sand dune after sand dune, feeling as if no progress has been made. This gave the Bounty time to think to himself, thoughts rushed his mind about the young girl. It only made sense she was the one who employed these other brutes, he thought that the sands of Tatooine may be too much for her, but Fenrir inside, felt there was underlying power within her and would hesitate to turn his back on her, for now. Being cramped against these fourteen other Tatooine brutes disgusted the Bounty Hunter, the second this mission is over they would fire upon one another, as if it was nothing. Fenrir didn't speak, he wanted not to build a relationship with any of these stench ridden, Cantina dwellers. If it came to it, the Bounty Hunter was confident in his capability to kill these simple mercs for hire. For now he just waited, beads of sweat building upon his brow, as they continued across the sandy plains of emptiness. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 14, 2019 9:39:40 GMT -5
Funami paid the crew no mind; too busy sunbathing and sipping her ice cold cocktails. Darth Malice probably hadn’t envisioned her doing this sort of thing, but it was ultimately up to every Sith apprentice how they tackled the dangerous tasks birthed in the devious minds of their masters. While brutes and barbarians preferred the most direct route to test themselves and that sort of thing, Funami wasn’t above doing things the smart way. In the end, she didn’t really have a choice; lacking the physical strength and fitness to brave the endless desert sea on foot and emerge victorious.
Something on the horizon slowly trudged the sands. While tiny at a distance, the object had to be huge up close. Rising from her overpaid luxury seat and peering across the glittering sands through the darkened sight of her sunglasses, the girl recognized the shuffling silhouette.
“Oh! I see one!” chirped Funami and pointed at the object moving in the distance, “There!”
The skiff’s pilot did as told and turned the vehicle in said direction. Although flying at top speed, time dragged on and there seemed to be little achievement in terms of closed distance. In fact, the young child had enough time to finish one glass of lemonade and pour herself a new one before the repulsorlift vehicle approached its target.
Beating down, the twin suns had little intention of going to sleep anytime sun. Funami appeared to remain the sole member of the crew who had yet to show signs of discomfort. Not a single bead of sweat adorned her brow – she was the very image of freshness.
Terrible roars could be heard from below. Peeking over the railing, she burst into laughter upon witnessing the formidable beast engaged in fierce battle against the skiff’s shadow. So much for them being extremely deadly and dangerous. It seemed to Funami the legendary tales had been spun solely to detract less brave hunters from seeking the highly valued pearls. Only fools and sand people hunted Krayt dragons on foot.
“Put it out of its misery!”
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Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 14, 2019 11:44:40 GMT -5
Fenrir stood in waiting as the skiff continued on for a short time, before encountering the first Kryat dragon of their journey. As the small girl ordered hired hitters, including himself, to attack the carnivorous beast, Fenrir leaned back against the skiffs rails, watching. In truth, he wanted to see how little he would have to do today to earn his paycheck.
The fourteen other barbarians scrambled over one another in a manic rush. All trying to be the one to try to slay the beast, and probably try to appeal to the young girl the most for a raise of pay. Fenrir shook his head, as he wiped away the sweat with the leather wraps on his wrists and hands. This all seemed beneath him, hunting dragons in a desert for a little girl.
In the fray of the others trying to get a shot at the dragon below, one foolish man was pushed over due to the pileup at the side of the barge, the idiot. He thumped down onto the sand, in the lap of the dragon as it gave a large cry. Fenrir was stationary on the skiff, as the rest of the hired hitters looked on at the brutality that was about to ensue. The bounty was no fool, he knew this meant death for the hired muscle on the sand plains. The Krayt Dragon proceeded to tear apart the man, little resistance came as he was torn limb from limb, agonising screeches being the only combatant the man gave in this brutalisation. His flesh was torn like fabric by the beast, no resilience, humans weren't made for these worlds...
Ferir lifted his head to the rest of the hired soldiers. "Shoot the wretched beast then". Fenrir snapped with an assertive tone, as each of the men and women in the hit squad looked back at him. Fenrir raised an eyebrow and a motive gesture with his hands. After doing this, they seemed to take his advice and pull around to fire upon the dragon within quick succession.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 14, 2019 12:49:17 GMT -5
The scream echoed through the sandy plains as one of the mercenaries fell overboard; to make matters worse, he did not die upon impact, and his screams continued to carry over Tatooine’s endless dunes until the giant lizard put an end to it. Funami shrugged. Stupid people did not deserve to live. Very stupid people deserved to die. A flick of the Sith apprentice’s finger would have saved the mercenary’s life, but his death served as a warning to others and saved her the credits she had promised. In the end, things worked out to everyone’s liking. Except for the mercenary’s, but his mouth could no longer report a protest due to being dead.
“Gross!” The girl exclaimed while watching the gruesome display of man versus beast unfold, though it really did not bother her much, if at all, as evidenced by her passive expression. She had seen worse things on Korriban and wielded enough power to flatten people into bloody pancakes or make them explode like blood sausages. The violent imagery taking place twenty meters below her feet was little more than watching a big ugly creature have a snack.
The skiff was surprisingly silent. No blasters spat death upon the Krayt dragon to interrupt its feast. Casting a glance to the side, she spied the huddled bunch of mercenaries standing about, doing nothing. This was unbelievable, the people she had to work with! Back on Atrisia, everything Funami said was law. Her papa’s servants did anything she asked without hesitation or questions. It appeared professionalism was sorely lacking on backwater worlds like Tatooine. Really, had she not needed someone to do the dirty work, she would have knocked every single one of them off board. Useless, lazy people those mercenaries, really!
Merely blinking, she gave the entire group a telekinetic nudge toward the railing, fortunately nowhere powerful enough to have them share the unfortunate fate of their co-worker. Funami tapped her foot in impatience, angrily glowering at the hired guns.
“You are not paid to stand around! Shoot, shoot, shoot!”
And finally, a colorful rainbow of blaster fire rained upon the dragon’s head. It was over in a moment, leaving the monumental creature dead in the sand.
“Pilot! Take us down so the boys here can gut the thing open and see if there are any pearls inside.”
And the vehicle did just that, going for a slow and peaceful descent and letting everyone take in the fresh smell of burnt ozone and flesh.
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Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 14, 2019 13:21:55 GMT -5
The heat blistered down on Fenrir as he watched on, intently. The girls anger with her use, of what Fenrir assumed was the force, intrigued him. His previous inner feeling was correct, she was indeed strong. His boots skidded down the bantha skiff, a sense of shock over came him, that which turned to confusion and then excitement. Finally he was dealing with a force user, he assumed.
Fenrir did not partake in her ordered slaughter of the beast below, instead he uttered "Rather weak to shoot from up here, the beast deserves a chance to kill a few more of you idiots". With a slight laugh he watched on whilst the blasters downed the dragon, and destroyed the carnivorous reptile. Eventually, after the slaughter of the dragon, the barge began to land under the order of the young girl. The Bounty stepped back and awaited the other, now thirteen soldiers exit from the platform.
They piled out of the skiff like sheep, cramming themselves out as fast as possible, mindlessly. The thought of any Tusken Raiders out looking for this treasure had began to crowd his mind. They were sitting ducks for a sniper rifle to take out as they are so hard to spot, those brutal animals. Fenrirs boots clanged against the metallic floor as he stomped off, digging into the sand with zero sound on impact. The man glared around his surroundings, trying to spot any inconsistencies within the sand plains.
When he had decided he was essentially safe, Fenrir slowly made his way through the burning sand to reach the downed corpse of the animal. He looked on from a fair distance, still eyeing the area surrounding the dead beast. This animal contained a much desired pearl, therefore poachers and the sand people would come looking at the sound of blaster fire, that loud and frequent.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 14, 2019 14:21:45 GMT -5
They gutted and cut through the beast’s soft belly with the ferocity of wild animals. A terrible mess spilled out, but greed proved stronger than disgust. A dozen or to hands searched and ripped the gizzard, eager to seize the desired prize and bask in the riches it promised. Funami’s violet gaze watched over them, cautious and distrustful. A single pearl was vastly more than their agreed pay. It would be easy to listen to the seductive voice of avarice and try to slip the pearl beneath the coat. Or even worse – make a run for it with the precious stone in hands! She had to watch them carefully to avoid any accidents.
“Got it!” A cry rang and truly, a pair of bloodied hands produced the expensive stone. A cheer rang out.
And another one, shining in the sun like a beacon! Only thirteen more to go!
“Wonderful!” Funami laughed, clapping.
Raising a hand, Funami telekinetically summoned the two orbs, both big as her fists. Their reflective qualities were said to be good enough to replace lightsaber crystals. Scrutinizing both pearls, the girl gave a nod and carefully planted both jewels into the designated crate where they’d await the arrival of more. The mercs took a while to go through the beast’s belly and disappointingly announced it empty. It was a shame, but if the legends held any truth to them, plenty more would be lying about the graveyard.
With renewed energy, the party thudded back to the skiff, boots shuffling through the sand and clanking on the metal floor. If discovered by the Sand people, it would present a mystery; a gutted Krayt dragon and multiple tracks, appearing and disappearing again. Feeling the corners of her lips tug upwards, Funami slumped back into her seat and sipped her drink, unaware two scoundrels in the back were in the middle of discussing hijacking the skiff and throwing the little Sithling overboard.
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 14, 2019 15:06:18 GMT -5
Fenrir glanced on at the grizzly task, the flesh of the newly slain dragon was torn open and a pearl removed. In truth, he was quite surprised the one to claim the pearl from the dragon did not flee with it, like they would get far, but nevertheless. As the pearls were loaded into the ship, Fenrir stayed behind. The Bounty was still conscious of the possibility of an enemy ambush as the Tusken raiders were known in Tatooine for that. Those primitive beasts, Fenrir wondered where they even discovered weaponry, in their cloth huts.
As mostly everyone began boarding the ship, Fenrir stayed behind them. Slowly treading over the blistering sand, as the two suns continuously beat down onto it. This was when he heard the chatter of two of the hired hitters. They spoke of hijacking this ship, stupidly unaware of the eavesdropping behind them. Fenrir gave a smug look, the idiots didn't even check their surroundings before speaking of their plans, but the Bounty wanted to put a stop to it. After all, their cut could be awarded to Fenrir. Slowly, he unravelled his leather wraps which bound his SE-14C blaster pistol to his leg. He held his blaster in his right hand, and took his knife from it's holster on his leg with his left hand. The two men walked side by side as Fenrir approached, he placed himself between them, his left arm around the man on the left as he spoke.
"What're we planning, eh, boys?".
With a smile, he took the knife in his hand which rested on the left mans shoulder and hastily used it to slit through his jugular. Not even giving them the time of day to even respond with a look. Before the other had time to react, Fenrir dug the barrel of his blaster into the back of the second man. He squeezed the trigger without hesitation as the burst of blaster fire tore through his abdomen as he dropped to the floor. Both men fell to the sand at his feet, wrapping around his legs. Fenrir calmly placed the knife back, after wiping the blood from it with the fabric on his arms. He then placed the pistol back in its place, tightly wrapping it back onto his belt with the leather straps. Fenrir, not phased, didn't even bother to look up to the boarded skiff.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 14, 2019 19:27:32 GMT -5
Catching sight of the fabled Krayt dragon pearls had a way of turning people mad. Only two pearls had been claimed by the expedition so far and some mercenaries were already at each other’s throats, evidenced by two bodies lying still in Tatooine dust. Their killer nonchalantly boarded the skiff as if nothing had happened, earning many hateful glares. The game was on and paranoia started its whispers of suspicion and distrust. That was fine by Funami – she preferred the hired guns conspiring against each other rather than uniting against her. Nevertheless, she had to be ready for anything. Given her underdeveloped ability to sense impending danger, all it would take was a surprising stab in the back. Not every Sith was an all-powerful demigod. While Funami had been born a powerful psychokinetic, telekinesis could not substitute precognition. This weakness translated into her ability to deflect blaster bolts with a lightsaber, turning her a miserable foe when it came to blocking shots sent her way.
After the vehicle’s repulsorlift’s engines burst to life, causing whirls of dust to dance beneath and around the skiff, Funami slid off the seat and inconspicuously edged across the deck, approaching the mercenary who had killed two of his colleagues. Beaming the sweetest of smiles, the pink haired Atrisian leaned forth and studied the man with those big purple eyes of hers. Although displaying the most radiant of smiles, one that could make Hoth melt, there was a deceitful flame of treachery dancing in the little girl’s irises. The red cape on her shoulders flattered about, finding it impossible to remain silent as the vessel gained speed and whooshed over the burning sands.
“Are you enjoying the trip so far, mister? Tee-hee~.“ The Sithling let out an immature giggle and watched his expression.
“Perhaps you’d like a drink?”
One of the glasses left her seat and shot straight into her open palm without spilling a single drop. Grinning still, she offered it to him. Ice cold, tasting of the exotic shuura – simply perfect for a hot day in the desert.
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Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 14, 2019 20:55:47 GMT -5
The brooding Bounty Hunter stepped onto the shipped, glares towards his direction from every angle after the killings he just carried out. Fenrir was not bothered by this, cleaning the remnants of blood from his knife with a smug smile on his face. He knew this may drive attention his way, but unwanted, it wasn't. Fenrir relished the thought of a challenge, and he knew his head would be wanted by every other brute on that skiff after their mission was complete. The man slotted his blade back within the holster whilst the skiff continued.
Fenrir heard the young girls voice directed towards him as he sighed.
"The trip is rather adequate. Not what I had in mind, but credits are credits..."
He waved off the drink whilst leaning his arms over the railing, looking out into the sand plains and dune. As he wiped his brow, beginning to try to explain why he killed the two hired men. Fenrir tightened the straps to his blaster, unconsciously, when thinking of what to say next.
"Well I'm sorry for that bloodshed miss, but I doubt you mind anyway" The Bounty Hunter spoke with confidence, this conversation may prove beneficial to his calculating nature. Fenrir began to divulge into why he carried out such an act.
"You see those two planned to hijack the ship, now I doubt you care, but still I couldn't be bothered for the inconvenience today... This mission is shill enough". Fenrir laughed to himself before turning to the small girl who he held suspicions about before asking questions of his own. "What do you need with these pearls anyway? It's not my place to ask, but I wouldn't imagine someone of yourself needing these". He eyed her cautiously with an eyebrow raised, still curious to the origin of this girl.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 15, 2019 6:25:58 GMT -5
Credits were as good a motivation as any, she could not argue with that. Most hunters and mercenaries aboard had likely found themselves with black holes in their pockets and desperately needed to score a big one to get off Tatooine. Rich offworlders like her were often viewed as walking bags of credits, means to an end. If they thought her a harmless little brat they had another thing coming though. By now Funami was used to foes and potential enemies underestimating her. It wasn’t a bad thing, even if it irritated her to no end at the same time. Such was the price for being completely adorable. Funami held her gaze cool and steady as he delved into details surrounding the recent incident. Whether true or not, only he and two others knew, and the two would never utter a word of it to anyone. With his explanation came a rejection of her offer, and so the Sithling raised the glass to her lips and took a deep sip, gulping loudly. A new wave of refreshment washed over her and the girl truly felt vastly better than anyone else aboard. Where others were caked in layers of dust, dirt, and blood, she had remained the same throughout the journey so far. But upon being asked about the mission’s purpose, Funami cocked her eyebrows, brow furrowing. It wasn’t the subject of the question that bothered her. Indeed, the little girl had little problem with revealing the task’s exact purpose. Most of these mercs would not live to see the end of it, anyway. It was the question itself that poured fuel into her furnace heart. Someone like herself? There it was, laid out bare – he considered her some little brat of no importance. Funami’s grail of very limited patience had overflown. “You are right!” laughed the girl and clenched her fist, “It’s not your place to ask!”Abruptly, he would feel the crushing pinch of invisible fingers clenched against his throat, constricting his airway and lungs. Although appearing absolutely nothing like Sith, this gave a strong clue the girl wasn’t a Jedi. Using the Force carelessly and in such a violent manner hinted at her affiliation with the dark side of the Force. That was the only explanation she was willing to offer, letting the merc suffocate until the lack of oxygen started to degenerate consciousness and he did the proper thing; fell to his knees in front of the greatest psychokinetic of all time! The girl then spun on her heel and started for the soft seat when her legs stopped mid-motion. She cast a look over her shoulder to give the merc a toothy grin.
“That wasn’t the last mutiny attempt. I hope you’ll know which side to choose when the time comes. Tee-hee-heeeee~”And her feet playfully skipped along the deck, delivering the pink haired terror to her posh seat.
The legendary graveyard approached.
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 15, 2019 9:02:30 GMT -5
The Bounty Hunter turned his head away, looking out to the scorching sands, with a sigh as she began to speak. Her tone seemed confusing to Fenrir until he began to feel his airways close. His eyes twitched in pain as he looked to the small girl in massive discomfort. The pain caused him to slump forward over the skiffs rails, whilst he gasped for air in this humid planet. He fell to a knee in front of the girl, reaching the point to where he almost fell out of conscientiousness. She had just told him everything he needed to know. From this Fenrir used his academic skills to render that the girl was indeed affiliated to the dark side. This was a side of her he wanted to draw out with his sly comments on the skiff prior. As his airways were released by her grip, the Bounty Hunter coughed vigorously. From this incident Fenrir had made out her affiliation with the force, along with this he now understood she had a great temper, one easily set off. As he stood to his feet he gave a smirk to the girl indirectly. he then turned before walking back to the end of the barge, where he stood before the first dragon was found. If Fenrir wanted to try to play her into his hands, he knew his subservience was required and that she was no push over, evident to him from what just took place. Fenrir glanced to his left after staring to the plains, seeing another bounty hunter he knew from Tatooine's cantinas look and laugh at him, with one other he did not know. He wouldn't want any of the others on this ship to feel he would take this lying down as he stomped over to bounty he knew. With this he grabbed a hold of his arm with his left hand to restrict him, and place his right on the back of his neck. In a swift motion, Fenrir slammed his head downwards into the skiffs railing. This knocked the man out cold, as he laid still on the metal platform. He pointed a finger into the face of the unknown hired hitter "Now there are eleven of us, I can make it ten if you don't keep your laughs to yourself. Eh?" Fenrir gave a glance down to his knife he used to slit the throat of the other hired man and then back up to him with a smirk. Fenrir patted him on the back of the head, before forcefully shoving him away from his spot to turn back to face the sandy desert of emptiness. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 15, 2019 11:23:05 GMT -5
And they were at it yet again by the sound of it, causing Funami to give a weary sigh. If things were this heated by this point, how much worse were they going to get once they plundered the valley of its pearls? There was a vague resemblance to how Sith acolytes interacted on their daily basis minus the most important part; cunning and discretion. Blatant murders were rarely tolerated and even skilled acolytes needed to have powerful friends in high places to avoid painful punishment. Funami knew that all too well.
“We’re at the coordinates, boss!” The pilot’s voice announced, saving Funami from staring at the endless dunes and listening to the unwashed rabble’s bicker.
“Then fly around and search for Krayt dragons,” replied the Sith apprentice and leaned over the side to have a look for herself, “We’ll take them out before landing.”
Oversized bones laid strewn across the valley, mostly half buried in the sands. Giant skulls menacingly glowered at the vehicle passing high above, promising vengeance for desecrating the graveyard. None could tell the amount of pearls scattered all over the place. Finding them promised a challenge in its own right, right next to avoiding very old and very angry Krayt dragons that lingered about and awaited demise. Their intimidating howls roared across the valley and informed that although old and ready to die, these beasts still had enough strength to rip apart any unwanted traveller passing through their territory.
Good thing the cut-throat expedition had that skiff!
Orange lights erupted from below, sending a number of projectiles toward the hovering vehicle. Two hired guns bought were felled by the volley, one of them toppling over the railing and visiting the Krayt dragon graveyard early. The surprise was enough to break the Sith's focus and send her glasses tumbling down, shattering into thousand pieces against the floor.
Tusken raiders – a whole gang of them, camping in the dunes and taking pot shots at anything that moved. One repulsorlift engine had taken a hit. Sparks erupted from within and the entire skiff started losing altitude. Funami gasped, considering her options, but acted quickly and with little hesitation. She did consider throwing everyone overboard to save herself, the vehicle, and the boxes full of supplies – she still needed the hired guns though, and thus poured all lemonade she humanly could down her throat before telekinetically tossing the crates off. All except one; the lucky crate carrying the highly prized Krayt dragon pearls.
“Shoot! Return fire!” Funami yelled while removing all unneeded weight. The skiff itself had little value and she had borrowed it for a cheap price, but it was their only ticket back to civilization. Nobody wanted to get stranded in the middle of Krayt dragon territory.
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 15, 2019 21:18:34 GMT -5
Fenrir stumbled on impact of the projectiles to the ship. His fall led him to grasp onto the metal railing of the skiff. With a grunt he pulled himself back up to a position where the projectiles wouldn't hit him on the skiff. This proved his previous concerns to be true, the sand people were going over these lands for the ever so desired Kryat dragon pearls. Just as this band of misfitted hired hitters were. Fenrir understood staying on that skiff meant certain death, eventually. This was death for the paid bounties, for the young girl he was not certain. Fenrir began contriving a plan of action for this situation, whilst the other bounties just listened to the young force sensitive girl and shot. This proved insufficient, as one was shot by a cycler rifle, the projectile blasting through his head. Chucking him back as he landed dead on the skiffs metal platform. Fenrir payed no notice, turning eagerly to the pilot with an assertive look.
"We need to land this skiff now!". He snapped to the pilot, like he was an admiral to a fleet. "Take our chances and fight the Tusken Raiders on the ground. We are sitting ducks up here, whilst we can barely even see them down there. I would rather risk a couple dying Kryat dragons and a fair fight, to crashing this barge and being left to die by either the sand people or dragon. And for those too scared to land, well they just deserve to die now".
The bounty hunter shouted, trying to make his voice louder than the failing skiff. He knew the young girl would dislike his tone, shown by her anger on display. But maybe she would realise the tactical thought process to Fenrirs brain was not so dull, and instead may benefit them in killing these miscreants below.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 16, 2019 8:20:56 GMT -5
“Nonsense! We have the high ground! Stay in the air and return fire! Can’t you aim?! Idio-!” Funami shouted and was cut short as the repulsorlift craft trembled. Caught unprepared, her knees buckled, legs losing balance and bringing her dangerously close to the edge of the deck. Her back hit the rail, and rather than finding support in the unyielding piece of metal, she fell over it with a choked gasp. Fingers grasping nothing but empty air, her hands found no salvation to spare her the terrible fate awaiting thirty meters below.
And off the skiff she went, eyes full of surprise staring at the bottom of the vehicle as she plummeted down. Anyone else would have perished in the fall. Funami Teriyaki was not just anyone else – she was one of the greatest practitioners of telekinesis in the galaxy. Unseen hands of telekinetic energy heeded their master’s command and rushed to slow her deadly descent, catching the pink haired child before it was too late and delivering her safety to the ground. Ever so gently, her shoes gracefully kissed the sand as if going down a single step. Folding her arms across her chest, she pouted, angrily squinting at her ride silhouetted against the bright sky. The skiff continued its descent, still coming under fire, but several bigger problems headed toward the landing site. Very big, very hungry Krayt dragon problems.
This was Korriban all over again! Angrily stomping her foot and kicking up a cloud of dust, Funami scanned her surroundings. Nothing of importance caught her attention – just sand and bones. Unwilling to duke it out with the Krayt dragon who had been attracted by the noise, she approached the nearest skull and crawled within. Ears perked, she listened for the inevitable sound of battle.
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