A Stroll Through The Trees

[Davik Tren]

Another calm and peaceful morning in the spaceport city of Warralokk could leave many breathless due to sheer admiration of the landscape. The rolling hills and soaring mountains gave way to vast lakes which were covered in the small canoe-like boats of the native Wookiee. On one of the landing pads rested a lone YT-1760 which held a fine black tint. The owner of the ship was long gone in fact. The hunter was now on one of the green, tiled roofs of a citadel that glowed slightly as the sun rose over the horizon.

Davik sighed with frustration, and boredom. He had been at the spaceport for nearly two days in search of a woman amongst the population of uninteresting wookie that had long since forgotten he had even landed in their city. Every once in a while the spacer found himself glancing back down at the datapad that rested at his side... At that face. The face had been accompanying him for the entire time and he had grown to know every curve of it. Every individual blemish. With yet another bored sigh he looked back over the occasional groups that walked amongst the vast boardwalks of the spaceport in the trees.

He had brought only the most essential things, though a rifle was quite out of the question. He had been told that the target was meant to be brought in alive. And the rifle would serve no use within the vast trees of which he had set a small trap for his target. The information of the hutts was unsurprisingly accurate, as another contact in the area had just reported that she was seen walking the catwalks not 3 hours ago. Although as the situation persisted, it seemed as though he would be waiting for a very long time indeed, and so he went back to mindlessly scanning the population.

@Felicia Kazavel

 

[Felicia Kazavel]

Felicia strolled the large catwalks of the Wookie planet aimlessly. She had come to the planet in the hopes of securing an alliance--or at the very least, an agreement--with the Wookies. Their aptitude for the removal of arms made for good footsoldiers to say the least, and their loyalty was invaluable. Still, the negotiations were only a couple of days away. Why Felicia had arrived early, she could not say. The immense forests breathtaking to look at, and the occupants of the planet were welcoming enough.
Felicia followed the circular catwalk for a few minutes, with no real aim. There was a serenity in the air, one that Felicia drew from to calm herself, as she turned a corner along the catwalk.

 

[Davik Tren]

As Davik continued to scan the crowds of the spaceport, he thought he had noticed something that was not covered in brown fur... Yes...YES! There she was, walking along the desolate and nearly abandoned catwalks. Now was the time for action. With great dexterity, Davik jumped to another rooftop to have a better look at the woman. If there were any indication of his presence at all, it would be in the form of a slight creaking of wood near her person. Even at that, these sounds would be muffled by the occasional shuttle taking off from the serene spaceport.

@[member="Felicia Kazavel"]

 

[Felicia Kazavel]

Felicia continued her stroll, drawing on the air of the planet. She could feel the wind move, feel the planet itself. She could feel almost everything around her, from a tiny insect in a passing Wookie's un-groomed fur to...the nimble movement of someone on the rooftops.
She started, then quickened her stride. It was probably nothing, but a healthy paranoia was always...well, healthy.

@[member="Davik Tren"]

 

[Davik Tren]

Davik now confirmed that the woman was his target by use of the data pad. Her face matched accordingly with the image on record and so Davik made preparations for her capture. He checked his side for the small bag of paralytic darts that he had stowed away and took one from the pouch. The ammunition was very small, yet powerful in dosage. With great care he placed the dart into the slot on his gauntlet and jumped to yet another rooftop in pursuit of the now quickening girl. When she appeared walking down a straight catwalk, her back faced to the spacer, Davik let loose the dart which flew quickly towards her with a near silent whining.

@[member="Felicia Kazavel"]

 

[Felicia Kazavel]

Her thick connection to the Force being as strong as it currently was, she felt the small object moving, faster than she was able to avoid. In a desperate move, she flung her thick robe around her, and leaned off the ledge of the catwalk, not knowing what substance was in the dart, but preparing herself for the worst.

@[member="Davik Tren"]

 

[Davik Tren]

Unfortunately for the Jedi, the dart would most likely go straight through the heavy cloth of the robe. This was due to the dart's syringe thin body that allowed to so effectively enter the skin as well. Whichever part of the body this needle slammed into, an immense amount of pain, then near disability of the limb in question would follow.

@[member="Felicia Kazavel"]

 

[Felicia Kazavel]

The dart tore through Felicia's robe, implanting itself in Felicia's thigh. Pain shot up her right leg, as she pushed herself over the rail of the catwalk, tumbling through the air and into the forest below. Felicia's leg went limp. She pulled with the Force one of the vines of the large trees, if only to slow her descent. Desperately, Felicia grabbed the vine and clung to it for dear life.
The vine swung down, straight into the trunk of the huge tree. Felicia slammed into it, knocking her on the head. She lost her grip, and began to fall. Panicking, Felicia ignited her blue lightsaber, and stabbed it into the thick trunk of the tree, slowing her down, but setting the tree on fire.
This will help my relationship with the Wookies, thought Felicia, as if there weren't worse problems.

@[member="Davik Tren"]

 

[Davik Tren]

Davik let out a small expression of excitement as he saw the dart hit it's mark. She did not fall with the grace that the jedi normally had, though this was to be expected due to the circumstances she had just been put in and the hunter had no intention of letting her recover her wits. Davik had brought with him a pair of rocket boots which could provide momentary cushions of lift at the end of a short fall for a very small amount of time. The spacer jumped from his own perch and down to a lower branch to which still lay above the girl whose blade was stuck deep into the tree. The tree being set ablaze had alerted the wookiee but not to the small conflict, rather to retrieving buckets of water and makeshift hoses to spray down the blaze. After making sure that he was stable on the branch, Davik let loose with yet another dart at the girl's back. This was going to be easier than he thought!

@Felicia Kazavel