A-hunting I will go - Act II

[Mrrew]

Mrrew's ship landed carefully in a grassy field, just on the edge of the massive Worshyr forests of Kashyyyk. The Togorian stepped down the ramp as soon as it opened, glancing into the forest with something between a smile and a grimace. Before he'd left Kashyyyk, before he'd joined the Rebel Alliance, or founded the Beast Hunter's Guild, he'd hunted a Terentatek. He'd broken his arm, a few ribs, and ended up with countless minor injuries. And he did all that with a high powered shattergun. Now, he stepped to the edge of the forest compeltely unarmed, not even wearing his usual bandoleir and gunbelt, or his leather vest.

He had no weapons, but he was prepared, now. He'd hunted Leviothon, fought Technobeasts and Sith, punched out dragons. Now, he was going to hunt Terentatek again. Though, this time, he wouldn't be using high tech weaponry, or magic swords. This time, he needed the Terentatek alive. But he didn't bring tranqulizer.

He would hunt Terentatek. Not specialized weaponry, not even a spear or sword like he would've broguht when he hunted on Togoria. Just himself. And he was going to come out unscathed.

Or, so he hoped.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew walked slowly into the edge of the forest, leaving his ship behind, guarded by his droids. The Togorian walked silently along the forest floor, his padded paws making no noise against the soft grass. His ears twitched at the slightest noise, turning to pick up the sourfce of the sound, the claws on his organic left hand out of their sheathes and ready. He didn't expect to find a Terentatek until the Shadowlands, but there were other things here. Everything was dangerous. Even the smallest Tach. The smallest injury to a predator is a death sentence.

So Mrrew walked on. Carefully. Quietly.

 

[Mrrew]

He wasn't exactly sure why he was doing this. To prove he was a better hunter now? He could very well get himself killed. He walked through the lowest level of Kashyyyk, wearing nothing but his fur, armed with virtually nothing. To fight something that killed Jedi. To fight a Rancor on steroids. And he didn't have to kill it. That would be to easy. No, he had to capture it. Alive. And unharmed, no less. Nontheless, he wasn't going to back out of it. Whatever he was trying to rpove, for whatever reasons he was doing this, he was going to. Or die trying, that is.

He was hoping for the former.

 

[Mrrew]

It was starting to get darker. He was approaching the Shadowlands. The ferns and plants around him moved constantly as creatures moved through the canopy above, or along the forest floor. Last time he was in the Shadowlands, he took out a tach, a Katar, and a terentatek in two days.... all of which attacked him first. Though that ws when he broke his arm. Plus he hada high powered shattergun then... Now he had nothing. Mrrew bent down, and picked up a large stick with his cybernetic hand, for good measure. Just in case. Terentateks wouldn't be around for a while, but other things will. He wasn't looking forward to the other things.

 

[Mrrew]

It was getting darker, but Mrrew couldn't tell if the sun was setting, or he was just entering the Shadowlands. Could be either one. He gripped the stick tighter. The Togorian didn't slow down, however. He was determined to do this. To fight the Terentatek, to capture it, and to live. Preferabbly in that order. This was wildly and ridiculously dangerous. Jedi had tried this in the past, and became food. He still didn't know why he was doing this. But he was doing it. That's what mattered. The first order of buissness, however, was finding a Terentatek. It's hard to fight something you can't see.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew's eyes shined eerily in the nearly pitch black darkness that he now joureyed through, now officially within the Shadowlands. Nothing had jumped him so far. That was a good sign. Then again, he still hadn't found any sign of a Terentatek... He sniffed the air every few seconds, searching with all his senses for any sign of his prey. Last time he was hutning Terentatek here, it ambushed him. This time, he wanted it to be the other way around. He wanted to see it coming. He wanted to be prepared. Not that his current state was very prepared... But nontheless. A stick would have to be good enough.

 

[Mrrew]

An animal's scream pierced the silence. Mrrew turned abruptly to the left, where the sound came from, holding his stick ready in one hand, his claws readied on the other. It could have been anything. It sounded like something large, something as large as a Wookiee or Katarn. Not many things could take down something like that. Terentatek was one of them.

The Togorian moved quickly through the forest brush, silent as he racced through the shadowlands towards the scream he heard. If he was right, it was time to hunt.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew stopped abruptly as he emerged in a tiny clearing. A full-grown male Terentatek was stnding over a Kashyyyk bantha, eating his fill. The monster slowly looked up form the beast, moving a little slower then normaly with a nearly full stomach, and growled a warning at Mrrew. Trying to warn another predator away form his kill. Mrrew gripped his stick tighter. He had to take this thing down,w ithout hurting it, and knock it out, without causing damage. It growled again, and took a step closer to Mrrew. ... Feth. Mrrew ran.

At the Terentatek.

 

[Mrrew]

The Terentatek let out another loud roar of warning as the Togorian ran full speed at him, holding his stick ready. Like a stick will do anything. As soon as Mrrew got close enough, the beast swung out a clawed arm, attempting to knock his attacker off his feet. Mrrew was just able to step back, the claws of the beast literally skimming his fur, to avoid the poisoned talons. Another warning growl from the Terentatek showed that it would much rather scare it's attacker away, then fight. Carnivores rarely liked fighting on a full stomach That was an advantage for Mrrew.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew stepped to the side againq uickly, when the Terentatek lunged, still trying in vain to ward away his attacker. The Togorian stepped quickly to the rancor-like monsters' open side, and slammed the stick on it's ribs as hard as he could. The small branch cracked into several pieces as if it was made of pottery. ...That didn't work. The Terentatek, realizing it would have to fight, spun around, attempting to fling Mrrew away with a huge clawed hand. Mrrew ducked once more- but this time, he wasn't fast enough. The poisoned talons skimmed his shoulder, leaving three red stripes. "Feth"

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew had only a few minutes before the venom kicked in. As the Terentatek lunged frowards again, Mrrew jumped into the air, his powerful legs propelling him straight up into the air as the Terentatek lunged. And Mrrew landed on his head, a few inches from the rows of spins that protruded from his back. Mrrew winced. The Terentatek spuna round, attempting to shake Mrrew off, though this only encouraged him to hold on tighter, grabbing two of the spins that went up two rows down it's back. His vision was starting to get blurry.

 

[Mrrew]

As the pooison was starting to make Mrrew go unsteady, he was flung off the monster's back, hitting the hard-packed dirt nearby. The Terentatek slowly stepped over his newest prey, growling ina nnoyance that he was interupted from his meal of Bantha. Mrrew was seeing double- the poison was taking effect. He felt like he was looking at the Terentatek through a long tunnel...

He heard a familiar robotic voice. And the familiar sound of his Chiru rifle.

The Terentatek slumped over, and Mrrew passed out.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew opened his eyes to find himself in the medbay of the Guild's Okyaab freighter. His EMBU battle droid Bob, the one that he bought when he first left Kashyyyk to guard him and the ship, stood over him. He didn't feel dizzy anymore.

"The Terentatek is in the cargo hold. Can I kill it?"

Mrrew blinked. This is what happens when you don't use memory wipes....