Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild 
Apr 11, 2019 17:18:00 GMT -5
Posts: 53
Title: Bounty Hunter
Title: Non Force User
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 16, 2019 8:59:03 GMT -5
Another jolt made Fenrir fall down, his back smashed against the metal side of the skiff as he watched the young girl overboard. If anything, that was an encumbrance off their shoulders, for now. The engine whirred on, deafening sound consuming Fenrir's thinking as he thought of what next. Now the girl wasn't here, no one could stop his plan of action. The bounty hunter gave a grunt as he lifted himself to his feet, holding his shoulder due to the impact. Fenrir looked up to the pilot of the ship whilst removing his blaster, a look of terror came over the pilot, as Fenrir eyed him. Hastily, Fenrir shot the pilot, the triple semi shot blaster fire tore through him. Fenrir pushed his corpse overboard, taking control of the skiff to fly it himself. He pressed the lever down to the barge, it caused the ship to go hurtling down to the sand at an increased rate. Before impact was made, Fenrir pulled it up, unsure of how to actually pilot a skiff, but confident enough in his own abilities to do so. The ship skidded through the sand, digging up mounds of sand and bone, before making it's stop in the graveyard. Fenrir smirked as he looked to what remained, just eight from the original ten. "Another happy landing". He retorted, eager to slaughter the sand people. Fenrir gripped his blaster tightly, stepping from the skiff as he climbed up the mound of sand to find cover behind a rock. The sand people had seen where the crash was, but the cretins had no idea where the party had banded to. Fenrir was skilled in one on one combat, a group was not the same. He whispered "Spread out, I will flank and get to a good position, alone". He hoped the fools would listen to him as he began to trek past quietly on the sands to a position of advantage where he could fire upon either side when they engaged. Sweat glimmered on his forehead, as he gripped the leather around his blaster hilt tightly. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 16, 2019 10:56:03 GMT -5
Peeking from her cover, Funami witnessed a grotesque scene that appeared as if from a funny Holoflick. Roughly a dozen small individuals cried in terror and scattered in all directions as two oversized lizards gave chase. The mercs were good runners, but nothing lasted forever, less so when their screams attracted even more Krayt dragons and greatly increased the number of participants playing this deadly game of cat and mouse. Those who stopped to take aim had signed their own death warrant, immediately caught and chewed on by sharp teeth. With the antics taking place about the graveyard, the skiff had been left abandoned and free to be claimed by anyone who happened by. Funami stifled a laugh and climbed out of the skull’s safe haven, though not before looking around and ensuring no angry beast had sighted her. Wasting no time, the girl’s feet carried her through the sandy dunes toward the hastily parked craft where she took a second or two to scan the damage. There was no good way of telling, but the load would definitely have to be much lighter for the skiff to rise high above the sands. Knowing the mercenaries would not distract the dragons for much longer, the apprentice raised her arms and effortlessly lifted the skiff from its sandy grave.
With that done, a pair of eager hands opened the crate containing the pearls. Both were still there, reflecting the rays of light as if intent on blinding the little Sith. With the Krayt dragons too busy chasing and eating the mercenaries, she was free to comb her immediate surroundings for any more precious stones. Landing in the middle of their ancient resting place had certainly helped the task, knowing the valuable pearls rested in their gizzards even more so.
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Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild
Apr 11, 2019 17:18:00 GMT -5
Posts: 53
Title: Bounty Hunter
Title: Non Force User
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 16, 2019 16:21:17 GMT -5
Before Fenrir had sight of the Kryat dragons hurtling themselves towards the other mercenaries, he had focus on the Tusken raiders. Using his marksmanship, a skill he had refined for years, he used his blaster in hand. He squeezed the trigger to send two burst fires from the gun straight towards the sand people. It seemed there were roughly a group of six of these sand people. The bounty hunters blaster fire tore the two Tuskens he hit with it apart, and with quick succession they fell to the ground. The six Tuskens had dwindled to four. Due to Fenrirs blaster fire, the sand people had located him, firing their cycler rifles into the rock infront of him, chipping away at it continuously. Before he had anytime to consider his next option in this situations, a roar came from behind him, as a Kryat dragon had found the source of the loud sounds. The dragon hit Fenrir to the floor before beating him around with his strong front legs. A roar escaped the dragons mouth as Fenrir backed away. The bounty was panicked as he slipped the knife from the holster he kept it in, keeping it in his left hand tightly as he awaited the dragons approach. The beast charged him for a second time, this time going head first as Fenrir slipped underneath the dragon, trying to avoid the dastardly teeth from hitting him. With a plunge of his knife, he rammed the metal blade into the neck of the dragon, stopping it directly in its track. The dragon fell into the sand, digging a deep mound into it as Fenrir fell backwards, ensuring the dragon did not topple onto him. The dragon had battered the man around, blood escaping from a hole under his ribs within quick succession. Fenrir was worried at this point, he took the knife from the neck of the beast, not caring for the pearls. This was more than he bargained for, near death was not expected for this mission. He slotted his knife securely into the holster he kept it within with one hand, holding the gaping hole created by the dragon with the other. The Tuskens had escaped his mind at this point, as he rested back onto the rock he was once using for cover. His blood staining the tan sand to a deep red. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 17, 2019 5:48:16 GMT -5
Several more pearls glistened in the box, forming quite a treasure to behold. A sly grin curled the corners of Funami’s mouth. Everything was going just as she had planned, more or less. The only dent in her plan was the sand people attack – she had not foreseen that and now needed to adjust accordingly. Still, it had saved her from dealing with the backstabbing hired guns later; some things just worked themselves out without any need to intervene. While two problems were taking care of each other, she was free to seize the rewards and return to the nearest spaceport. Alone, with a crate full of colorful orbs making her company.
Shuffling through the sand, her feet kicked up another shower of sand and unveiled a rock-like object. Hands greedily reaching down, Funami seized the stone and wiped it clean of dust. Another Krayt dragon pearl had landed in her possession, its shine reflecting in her violet eyes. Only a few more and she’d leave this place, abandoning the mercenaries to their fate.
Heavy thuds emerged from behind, growing louder. Hesitantly, Funami turned around, already knowing what awaited there.
A Krayt dragon.
Headed straight for her, the beast must have eaten or lost the mercenaries. Now it was here, hungry for fresh meat. Without hesitation, the girl raised a hand, eyes never leaving the massive animal’s form. The beast’s clawed paws dug into the sand, dashing in her direction at terrifying speed. A roar was unleashed from its maw and tore across the valley.
Eyes closing shut, Funami mentally visualized reaching out and grabbing the dragon’s beating heart.
And squeezed.
The closer it got, the stronger her grip within its torso. Beads of sweat finally graced her brow and her arm shook in sheer effort. She could feel the heart as if in her hands, thudding and pounding and ticking like a well-oiled clock. The steady rhythm needed to break, cease, finish! Her telekinetic grip tightened; squeezing, crushing, destroying. Blind, adrenaline filled fury pounded in her temples, using the black hatred within as a conductor for the dark side to increase her psychokinetic potency.
It only took a moment and she was three pearls richer.
But in her triumph, she had forgotten caution. Three pairs of legs came from behind, sneaking on the little Sithling. A thud on the back of her head and Funami went down, not even seeing as the trio of hired guns grabbed the crate and started toward the skiff.
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Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild
Apr 11, 2019 17:18:00 GMT -5
Posts: 53
Title: Bounty Hunter
Title: Non Force User
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 17, 2019 8:18:44 GMT -5
Fenrir winced, blood escaped the gap between his torso and hand still, dripping along the rock he was using as cover. The cycler rifles projectile fire was non relenting, the cracks of the rock behind him were continuous. The bounty hunter had forumlated a plan within quick succession. He unbuttoned a patch on his leg, removed a thermal detonator, an explosive he always keeps on him. Fenrir slid the latch forward, arming the detonator as he counted down from five. The second he reached two, he launched it to where he had last seen the Tusken Raiders. He had cooked the detonator with perfection, meaning it would detonate right infront of the sand people, leaving no time to react. Cries came from the Tusken band, within a second, an explosion followed. The last four sand people were strung up across the graveyard, the detonator being their demise. Fenrir slumped over the rock with a cough, blood escaping his mouth. He had no clue how many of the hired men were left, but he soon went to find out. With his right hand groping his bloodied wound, given by the Kryat Dragon, and the next on his SE-14C, he began to approach where he had crash landed the skiff. Fenrir walked over the sand, a crimson trail following behind, jading the tan colour there once was. Fenrir reached the point where he had got to the higher ground before hand, seeing the young girl, laid out. With a grunt he passed on by, expecting her to be fine, as he continued to the skiff, the best way of survival now. Fenrir walked over sand with caution, the chances of another dragon here was still high. Ahead, the man heard muttering, the possible talks of other hired men. But the thought rushed to his mind if they were trying to escape, this was the highest probability. As the bounty hunter approached the skiff, he knelt so he would be unseen by anyone on the skiff. He listened to them speak, the dirty hired men revealed they had hit the girl and taken the pearls, shown by their sick sense of humour. From what he could make out, there was three of them, if Fenrir was to catch them by surprise, dispatching of them would be quite easy. With not another thought, Fenrir stood, holding his SE-14C tightly, as he turned to the man on the most left. He fired the burst shot, striking him so he fell down, before hastily going to the man on the most right, firing again as the victim took aim. Before the man Fenrir was about to shoot could react, Fenrir squeezed his trigger, sending another shot towards him. Both men were downed, leaving the middle man idle, with the crate of pearls within his grasp. Fenrir kept his pistol aimed at him, climbing up the skiff with slight pain as he left a bloodied hand print on the skiff railing. He kept his SE-14C to the face of the other hired man, ensuring he would try nothing. He pressed his barrel, still blistering from the recent blaster fire into the skin of the last man as he gave a yelp. Fenrir laughed, not long after turning to coughing as he spat up more blood. "What were you planning, eh? You think you can leave me to die, eh? You're really desperate aren't you, rat". Fenrir spat. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 17, 2019 11:22:26 GMT -5
Purple eyes fluttered open, evidence there was still life left in the small, childish body laying still in the dust. Awakening with a grandiose headache splitting her head in half, Funami let out a gasp, spitting out those little irritating grains of sand that got everywhere. Remaining prone, she scrutinized her surroundings. All memories surrounding the event had been veiled behind a thin layer of blackness and for a minute or two she simply laid there completely disoriented. Sand, bones – it was slowly coming back to her. Four sets of footprints in the sand gave a clue and Funami realized she had been outfoxed by the unwashed rabble. Very embarassing, especially for a Sith. The fiends! Rather than dying as she had intended for them, they had survived and did a little backstabbing of their own. Their punishment would be both bloody and messy.
Funami’s first coherent thoughts were of survival though. Without water and food, no living thing could last for long. Roars of the Krayt dragons occasionally howled across the graveyard every now and then and Funami had zero intention of overstaying her welcome. Slowly, like a baby walking its first steps, she got up and struggled in achieving balance. The entire planet danced left and right, spinning and rolling, and Funami’s uncertain stagger threatened to turn into a fall any moment. Her head kept killing her, hurting especially bad when she directed her violet gaze toward the painfully bright sky. Aside from stabbing fiery needles through the eyes, the sight also prompted Funami to follow the tracks and hurry. After all, if the twins suns were anything to go by, not much, if any time had passed. The hired guns were never going to forget this date.
Fortunately for her, it appeared treachery was at play again. Two fresh bodies littered the sandy floor, with another about to join them and one more holding him at gunpoint. Ready to announce her consciousness, the girl lifted her arm and seized the one carrying her prize. What she did was not difficult – it merely required having zero qualms about abusing the Force in horrific fashion. Wielding an invisible press tightened around the fool's fragile shell, her hand curled into a fist and ended his miserable existence. Full of anger and pain, she crushed bone and sinew to bloody pulp; cries of agony were soon replaced by sickening cracks and wet squelches. Blood hastily painted the ground underneath red and the organic substance that used to be a man found itself hurled at the last remaining mercenary.
“Hmph!”
Revenge was a dish best served raw.
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Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild
Apr 11, 2019 17:18:00 GMT -5
Posts: 53
Title: Bounty Hunter
Title: Non Force User
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 17, 2019 12:51:40 GMT -5
Fenrir watched on in horror, the gruesome scene was enough to make anyone queasy. He looked in disgust, as the girl crushed the last hired hitter, last besides him of course. Fenrir clenched his wound before realising the nature of what would happen next. The pile of mush that the other hired man was crumpled into, was thrown towards Fenrir. With no time to react, the bounty hunter was hit by it. The force from impact threw him back, causing him to fall back onto the skiff flat. He could no longer tell the origin of the blood, it was all one crimson haze to him. Fenrir's head had collided on impact with the hard metal of the skiff, disorientating him increasingly. Blood continued to escape his torso at an accelerated rate, if this kept up, Fenrir would begin to slip in and out of conscience. As his mind began to return to how it was before, he started to realise his situation once more. His head spun, as he attempted to stand. The strain on his wound was too much for now, as he crept backwards to rest his back upon the inside wall of the skiff. Fenrir's vision was hazy, the bright sun crowded his vision and hurt to look up at. Eventually a figure began to render within his view. The small girl he had been hired by, Fenrir wasn't slow and began to piece together that she was the cause for his pain. The bounty hunter spat with a grunt, blood and clots in a heap, piled on the deck as Fenrir gave a deep cough. He was injured badly, that wasn't hard to see, but he wondered if it was beneath the girl to kill a wounded soldier. He presumed due to her wickedness, that it probably wasn't. "I stopped th-" He wheezed, coughing a bloody spurt once more before continuing "I stopped them... I stopped the Tuskens". His speech was slurred massively as blood escaped his mouth after he had finished his words. Fenrir squinted his eyes to the girl, the only way the sun wouldn't cause him pain when looking even within it's rays at that time. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 17, 2019 15:03:47 GMT -5
“Good job!” Funami gave a toothy grin, clapping. Part of her wanted to curl her fingers into a fist once more and crush another damned soul like a bug, but the man was already bleeding and on his last legs. He had outlived his usefulness – not worth wasting the effort. At this point, killing him would have been mercy and Sith were not known for charity work. As such, without saying a word, the little girl telekinetically planted the crate on the skiff’s metal deck and stepped forth.
A slow, leisurely amble brought her aboard, carefully avoiding the bloody mess she had made. Despite having no clue how to fly, for this represented her first time stepping behind the wheel, she felt confident upon casting her gaze down the control pedestal. It was a very basic scheme, easy enough for amateurs like her to handle without suffering too much difficulty. Still ignoring the mercenary, Funami’s little finger touched one of the buttons and the repulsorlift engines flared to life, raising a thick cloud of dust and causing the entire craft to suddenly jolt upward.
Finally, her eyes fell upon the last survivor and regarded him with a hard stare.
“Shoo-shoo! Off my skiff!”
And as she waved a hand to shoo him away, a telekinetic push would rush toward his body, intent on sending him off the vehicle and down into the sand, right amidst the mercenaries he had killed earlier. Since he was half dead and of no importance to her, Funami considered him dead weight. That, and now she had no debts to pay – and his greed would be satisfied if he searched the graveyard for a bit. Even better; the crates of supplies she had disposed of when removing additional weight from the skiff laid scattered about, one merely needed to find them.
“If you make it through the Krayt dragons and sand people, the nearest medcenter is…,” said Funami and waved in random direction, “That way! Bye!”
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Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild
Apr 11, 2019 17:18:00 GMT -5
Posts: 53
Title: Bounty Hunter
Title: Non Force User
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 17, 2019 17:00:10 GMT -5
He was pushed off the skiff, landing on the head of bodies he had previously left. The dazed man eventually came to his senses even further, the sharp pain cutting through his torso as he agonisingly grunted. Fenrir knew he should have predicted this from the girl and gunned her down from the start. He winced as he pulled himself up, the slaughter of bodies being used as leverage. He detested to be seen as a throwaway, or someone who can simply be left to die. "I'm not dead yet, you- you brat" Wheezed Fenrir with bloodied smirk. Fenrir wouldn't allow himself to be left alone to die in the graveyard. Anger swelled from within him as he shook. A tight grip was still required for his wound caused by the Kryat dragon, but his other hand was free. With the free hand, the bounty hunter gripped tightly his blaster pistol. What he was about to do, may doom him, or may doom them both. Of which he was not certain, but he believed his death may come for this petty mission. Without a second longer of thought, Fenrir took aim on the skiff with his pistol, he aimed to the repulsor engines which would run the ship. With no time to waste due to his hazing states, he pulled the trigger. With this, sending blaster fire towards the engine, with a deep sinister intent. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 17, 2019 18:52:06 GMT -5
“Idiooooot!”
It hadn’t ascended anywhere high, hovering inches above ground when the shots came and wreaked havoc upon the repulsorlift. With the same jolt it came up, the skiff went down. Another cloud of dust rose and slowly started to settle. No matter how hard Funami's fingers clicked against the console, the vehicle rejected any further attempts at turning mobile. The Sithling aboard was mighty unhappy about the situation.
“Idiot, idiot, idiot!” Funami shouted, stomping her feet and unleashing destructive psychokinetic powers upon the skiff’s silent remains. The deck buckled, the steering vanes came off, the control pad burst into sparks. It did not take long for her anger to turn upon its source. One of the steering vanes rose into the air and shot in the merc’s direction, hell-bent on destroying his bleeding body.
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Fenrir
Bounty Hunter's Guild
Apr 11, 2019 17:18:00 GMT -5
Posts: 53
Title: Bounty Hunter
Title: Non Force User
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Post by Fenrir on Apr 22, 2019 14:58:52 GMT -5
Fenrir stared on at the young girls rage, his own anger was not to be disregarded either. When backed into a corner, he was unrelenting and killed anything that challenged him. But he was used to killing low scum or soldiers, force users weren't his speciality, but for those who had crossed his path had met a cruel fate. He scowled at her, holding his arms out like a deity as he shouted. "Such a quick temper, eh? You're sith scum, and I know it!"With a quick movement he avoided her projectiles, using the rope grappling hook he keeps on his person to carefully escape. Fenrir attached his hook to a nearby sand ridden rock, sending him hurtling towards it as his shoulder crashed into the stone. He gave a deep cough, a based in shoulder was better than being crushed by pounds of metal. Hastily, he looked to the girl, holding his blaster aimed towards her in an aggressive stance. Eventually he would lower his blaster, however a thermal detonator in the back of his hand was there, if things went south from here, he would use it. "The second you used your vulgar powers, I knew you were no Jedi... You're just some damn brat with power and you want to show it off. Cool your head girl, now I cared not of any of these men that died, but they were people nonetheless. I respect that they probably had families and I acknowledge it. But it seems you have no concept for life nor death, and it makes my mouth sour. No more killings need to happen today, this path back to civilisation is treacherous enough..."He spoke calmly, the wound from the Kryat dragon still letting some blood escape, but it began to stop bleeding to such a harsh extent as it was before. Fenrir hoped his words would get through to her, this station would become very bloody if she did not accept his words. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 22, 2019 15:38:08 GMT -5
There was still an ounce of life left in the moving corpse it appeared as he shot across the sandy blanket and narrowly avoided death. His escape had only delayed the inevitable – there was only one fitting punishment for destroying her ride back to town. To his credit, the merc did try to reason with her, though the rather poor choice of words on his part had only made the situation that much worse. Once again, Funami’s holy grail of patience spilled all over the place. Being called a brat with some power by a near-dead man had positively infuriated her beyond reason, evidenced by a menacing frown furrowing her brow. And then he went on about something more, though the pink-haired girl hardly paid any attention to any of it.
“Blah, blah!” interrupted Funami, “They died, I didn’t know them, it does not affect me, life goes on!”
She cared nothing about squashing a few insects. The gun in his hand, albeit threatening, did not scare her into compliance either.
“What if I poked you in there?” Funami asked innocently as a finger stabbed out toward his injury. Her invisible stick of energy would enter the merc’s gaping wound and playfully poke about, eager to explore what lied inside and teach him a particularly painful lesson.
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