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Disney's Princess
Arid Badlands of Yason 8
Hasteria Sector, Expansion Regions
It was a red arid waste. Dead trees and animal bones. There were signs of an ancient civilization of mechtrops all around, but it was mostly just their lost and rusted architecture spiraling up from the burnt and decrepit grass. It was beautiful in a way. Clean air, lower gravity, and blue skies for miles all around. The planet had oceans after all. Huh. Must be were all the friendly lifeforms were. Because their weren't any nice ones up here,
~ frap frap frap ~
Another critter exploded into bits. His remains slumping over into the dust. Leaving the remaining feral beasts to turn tail and run back into their giant holes from whence they'd came.
"Nice. How many was that this time Tech?"
"Six dead. Confirmed. The rest went underground beyond the ridge. Probably regrouping. Damn dogs. Always so eager to come charging down the ridge line one by one. Shame really. I tend to enjoy a challenge. Hm."
Calling them dogs was probably flattery at this point. More like: six-legged wolves with serpent's scales and horns. Reminded Karen of a Sith Alchemist's experiment gone horribly wrong. The local pirates called them Chortals for the barking noise they made when agitated. Disgusting pack animals. Scavengers and bone collectors. Roberts disliked them already and she'll only been planetside for two days yet,
"Okay. That's enough screwing around. Climb in and let's move on. Sensors are picking up more sigs down by the ravine. Might be our big one."
"Ah. Maybe human. But all I've seen today are the scavenger packs from the driftwood bottoms. Not a darn sign of anything even looking like our big bag of coin. Small fry. All of them."
"Relax Tech. I've never seen you this worked up. You'll blow a circuit. Sheesh."
"What I'll blow is another flux-carburetor if we don't make some real money soon. My maintenance bills are following the path of C-gas these days. They're only going up. Bah. Who I'd kill for some new cybernetic recon optics in this old head of mine. I'd kiss a mammal again, I would. Mm. What a ridiculous thought. I'm starting to sound like a human. Ugh."
And she really was. Tech was short-hand for a ridiculously long serial number her creators had given her a long time ago. She was a female designed Vanguard Wardroid that had lived far, far past her expatriation date. Gaining something of a personality in the process too. Now the 'sentient-similar' creature made a living as a Big Game Hunter in the Expanse. Dangerous, but it was a good living if you don't have to eat food or sleep everyday. Or, have a heart to speak of either. ...Which? Tech really really didn't. No matter how you take it.
"Hold on. Save that thought. Radio is buzzing. ...Looks like Dante is bringing in some fresh blood today."
"More Hunters?"
"Probably. With the purse as big as it's getting? It's no surprise we'd have competition. A single Alpha Chortal can make a man for a whole year out here. Imagine most of these fools are looking to fatten their purse as they pass through the Sector."
"They'll die like the rest of them. I've seen many of these so-called treasure hunters in my many cycles. Pfft. Amateurs."
Karen smirked at the funny droid woman. She kinda liked the cut of her shatter chatter.
"...Yeah well. Let's hope so. Because that Gore Tyc Breeder we've been tracking? She's all mine."
"Oh really? You humans are so strange. It's no wonder you die so quickly. No patience, whatsoever. Reminds me of a toaster I once dated."
"Oh yeah? A bread box? Ha. Well, smoke me. You two sound perfect for each other."
"Oh no. Typical male appliance. We went on and off for weeks. Never could unplug himself in the morning. ...You know how it is."
Karen rolled her eyes and Tech smiled in the passenger seat. Droid humor at it's worst. Together they rolled along in their Badlands ATV headed for the Blood Ravine. It was time to hunt some monsters for coin.
Boom baby! Pew pew pew.
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Hasteria Sector, Expansion Regions
It was a red arid waste. Dead trees and animal bones. There were signs of an ancient civilization of mechtrops all around, but it was mostly just their lost and rusted architecture spiraling up from the burnt and decrepit grass. It was beautiful in a way. Clean air, lower gravity, and blue skies for miles all around. The planet had oceans after all. Huh. Must be were all the friendly lifeforms were. Because their weren't any nice ones up here,
~ frap frap frap ~
Another critter exploded into bits. His remains slumping over into the dust. Leaving the remaining feral beasts to turn tail and run back into their giant holes from whence they'd came.
"Nice. How many was that this time Tech?"
"Six dead. Confirmed. The rest went underground beyond the ridge. Probably regrouping. Damn dogs. Always so eager to come charging down the ridge line one by one. Shame really. I tend to enjoy a challenge. Hm."
Calling them dogs was probably flattery at this point. More like: six-legged wolves with serpent's scales and horns. Reminded Karen of a Sith Alchemist's experiment gone horribly wrong. The local pirates called them Chortals for the barking noise they made when agitated. Disgusting pack animals. Scavengers and bone collectors. Roberts disliked them already and she'll only been planetside for two days yet,
"Okay. That's enough screwing around. Climb in and let's move on. Sensors are picking up more sigs down by the ravine. Might be our big one."
"Ah. Maybe human. But all I've seen today are the scavenger packs from the driftwood bottoms. Not a darn sign of anything even looking like our big bag of coin. Small fry. All of them."
"Relax Tech. I've never seen you this worked up. You'll blow a circuit. Sheesh."
"What I'll blow is another flux-carburetor if we don't make some real money soon. My maintenance bills are following the path of C-gas these days. They're only going up. Bah. Who I'd kill for some new cybernetic recon optics in this old head of mine. I'd kiss a mammal again, I would. Mm. What a ridiculous thought. I'm starting to sound like a human. Ugh."
And she really was. Tech was short-hand for a ridiculously long serial number her creators had given her a long time ago. She was a female designed Vanguard Wardroid that had lived far, far past her expatriation date. Gaining something of a personality in the process too. Now the 'sentient-similar' creature made a living as a Big Game Hunter in the Expanse. Dangerous, but it was a good living if you don't have to eat food or sleep everyday. Or, have a heart to speak of either. ...Which? Tech really really didn't. No matter how you take it.
"Hold on. Save that thought. Radio is buzzing. ...Looks like Dante is bringing in some fresh blood today."
"More Hunters?"
"Probably. With the purse as big as it's getting? It's no surprise we'd have competition. A single Alpha Chortal can make a man for a whole year out here. Imagine most of these fools are looking to fatten their purse as they pass through the Sector."
"They'll die like the rest of them. I've seen many of these so-called treasure hunters in my many cycles. Pfft. Amateurs."
Karen smirked at the funny droid woman. She kinda liked the cut of her shatter chatter.
"...Yeah well. Let's hope so. Because that Gore Tyc Breeder we've been tracking? She's all mine."
"Oh really? You humans are so strange. It's no wonder you die so quickly. No patience, whatsoever. Reminds me of a toaster I once dated."
"Oh yeah? A bread box? Ha. Well, smoke me. You two sound perfect for each other."
"Oh no. Typical male appliance. We went on and off for weeks. Never could unplug himself in the morning. ...You know how it is."
Karen rolled her eyes and Tech smiled in the passenger seat. Droid humor at it's worst. Together they rolled along in their Badlands ATV headed for the Blood Ravine. It was time to hunt some monsters for coin.
Boom baby! Pew pew pew.
___