By Blood, not Arms

[ReTRAKKS]

Before her arrival on Muunilinst just a day before, Gav had easily realised how much her Moor'raukian side still influenced her. She'd broken into a countryside manor after tracking a man on her 'list', or a series of pictures that had were meant for her father. Though, one hour in the house resulted in disaster, which had forced her to take fall damage while escaping through a window.

Now here she was, sneaking around an airfield in search of a leaving ship, or something that could take her off the wretched planet. Even though what she'd done was a mere break in, she'd violated one of her main rules: leave no witnesses. She'd left a target alive, who had even confessed he had something to do with her father's death. Though, he wasn't the big man she was looking for, which she feared there was more to bypass before finally meeting her father's killer. The one who'd corrupted the information given to the private investigator, the one who'd coordinated the series of bounty hunters. And, mostly, the one who'd caused the false conviction of her father.

Creeping from behind a dropship, and checking both ways before blending into the darkness, the female tribesman remained silent, keeping most of her weapons close, or prepared for combat. She had to priorities at the moment, to get off Muunilinst, and kill anyone who got in her way.

[member="Amethon Tzimiskes"]

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

[member="Gav Arwell"]

Amethon sat on one of the many crates around the airfield cleaning his rifle, Bertha, with one of the rags the mechanics used. Money had drawn him to Muunilinst. The bankers have made a lot of spiteful enemies and the Muun couldn't lift a twig in their own defense, so people like Amethon naturally got a lot of work their way. Specifically, he'd been hired so rabble wouldn't steal precious cargo the Clan had seized.

Amethon rubbed a stain his rifle had "acquired" in a jungle trek from days past. He disliked this work. In elder days Amethon would never even entertain the thought that in his late age he would have to resort to mere guard duty to support himself. But those days were gone, in fact he suspected the Muun hired him only for his imposing visage and not his abilities. But even the Great Mandalore the Preserver worked as a mercenary, and even he could not conquer age.

So Amethon would do this... work, and find glory in his own way. Amethon's hand slipped from the rifle and hit one of the nearby crates. He swore and flexed his fingers, making sure that his old bones weren't damaged by it.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

While she'd peaked past some barrels, Gav spotted a mandalorian warden sitting on a set of crates. She'd watched for a few seconds, noticing how he was in the way of loading ship. The ship behind the man had been the only one she'd noticed today- one that was being loaded at least. While looking both ways before darting across some open space, the warden had dropped his rifle, following with a misfired shot. The shot blazed towards her, and made a collision course with her shoulder.

Due to it's space man origins, the laser shot entered her left shoulder and immediately cauterized the wound, Preventing it from bleeding. But a burning sensation much worse filled her shoulder, which caused her to stumble back behind the barrels. Gav had grunted, making it quiet to the best of her ability. This shot, the one that made contact with her shoulder, had been the first time she'd been shot. By one of the space men's weapons at least.

Laying back behind the barrels, still trying to keep out of site, Gav tore at her jacket's buttons and zipper, trying to get it off. She needed to see the wound, and she needed to remove whatever bullet had entered.
[member="Amethon Tzimiskes"]

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

[member="Gav Arwell"]

Amethon paused at the sound, scanning the nearby area for the perpetrator. Perhaps the clan's enemies were stupid enough to deal with a Mandalore. If so, it'd be a welcome change of pace. But by the sound of it the intruder was wounded, most would count their blessings for this, but he knew that a being, whether man or beast, is most dangerous when wounded. Amethon clenched his hand slowly, drawing out the mechanical whir of his exoskeleton.

He picked up his rifle and returned to his work, play acting that he'd not heard the groan. In reality he was accessing his HUD's feed to see at what angle the blaster had fired. To his left, towards some barrels. Whatever this thing was, it didn't do well around cover, at least non-natural cover. Not only were those barrels thinner then the crates, a good blaster shot could send it flying into them if they did not brace it.

Amethon paused, seemingly examining his rifle. Suddenly, he whirled the rifle into a ready position and fired a warning shot just above the barrels. "Show yourself..." he said in a monotone, keeping his rifle at the ready.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

There were two things wrong with the current situation, which had followed through seconds after she'd taken off her jacket. The wound was burned, exposing her flesh from underneath the skin. It wasn't enough to put her out of fighting conditions, but it sure would affect her mentally. The idea of pain at least. Suddenly, another shot darted overhead and into the far wall not 15 feet away.

' Show Yourself. '

The monotone voice met her ears, which gave Gav a mental idea of who she was dealing with. She visualized a tall man with a large gun, and could possibly withstand close combat. Though, she guessed he wouldn't be able to evade long distance weapons very easily. Grasping the handle of her bow, and arming it with an arrow, Gav crept from her current location behind the barrels. In order for her attack to work, she needed to relocate elsewhere behind cover. It was a strategy her people used on Grieak, to create some kind of illusion. One that would give the enemy a crazy idea that there enemy could teleport.

Sliently shifting to a set of boxed, Gav leaned quietly to the right side of the boxed, on [member="Amethon Tzimiskes"] 's left side. Then, gracefully, she released the arrow and crept back behind the boxes. Due to her many years practicing with various melee weapons, Gav's accuracy would be above average. But since this was the first shot she'd withdrawn on Amethon, she wouldn't know how high his dexterity skills were. Though, if Gav's attack made contact with Amethon, the arrow would aim for Amethon's left elbow, or in his side somewhere.

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

[member="Gav Arwell"]

The arrow bounced off Amethon's side causing his aged exoskeleton to erupt in a billow of steam. He grunted in pain and aimed his rifle around wildly, trying to get a bead on his unseen opponent's new position. Such a crude attack would have done no damage to standard issue Mandalorian Beskar, but Amethon's was an older type, worn and frail by battle damage.

"Look," he said in a slow pained voice while nonchalantly easing his hand back to his grenades,"I'll give you credit for the lucky shot. But you're a fool if you think it'll happen again. Now, I don't want an underwhelming kill and you don't want to end up as paste. Show yourself, and we can talk.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

This space man- whatever his name was- didn't realise he'd started this skirmish, due to the misfire of his weapon. If he wanted a fight, he would have continued looking for her, and not try to threaten her. But after another swift look over the mech, he'd asked her to come out. Gav, at first, thought against revealing where she was. Or better yet, her face. But knowing the mech would begin to blow stuff up, or something of the sort, she had no choice.

While she'd been thinking, Gav had pulled herself up onto some crates in the corner, generally where it was dark. She still had her bow in her hands, which she spoke.

"I don't think you get a choice to call shots, Space Man." Gav spoke with a calm voice. "You, after all, fired the first shots. A blaster shot into my shoulder.."
[member="Amethon Tzimiskes"]