Common Hunting

[Kyyrk]

The sun was setting far off against the horizon. Dorin sat among the ruins of what might have been a cantina. Now it was an empty husk, like the rest of this city. A small campfire was crackling beside him, the remains of a large rodent like creature cooking slowly over the open flame. It was the peaceful moments like this that made Dorin enjoy his time out in the wilds. No nobles fussing over him, no armies attempting to force their will upon him, just Dorin, a decent meal, and the calm evening air.

Dorin was hunting, of course. In the ruins of what was once a great city, he was searching for answers. And demons. Dorin leaned back against the rubble, pulling a small box-like object out of his travel bag. He opened it, and unfolded the item until it roughly resembled an instrument of sorts. He powered it on, and thumbed over one of the holographic strings, then a second. Dorin glanced at his helmet sitting by the fire, and began to play a quiet, yet haunting melody. Always helped him think, playing did.

With any luck, the patrol he'd been tracking was still in the city. He was fairly certain they were. After all, a ruined city is a wonderful place to hide a resistance. And Commenor was no different. So naturally, the Sith had it pegged for a hot-spot. Sniffer hounds were out around the clock, helping keep watch for any Commenorians that might think of rebelling. Dorin smiled to himself for a moment. Was a pity that there was naught to be found in these ruins but death. His smile faded somewhat as he sensed, moreso than saw, a presence nearing him. An urge to hide washed over him, but he decided against it. It wasn't a Sith patrol, there was only one person. And so, he sat, still playing that same quiet tune and waiting to see who his visitor was...

[member="Asajj Novar"]

 

[Asajj Novar]

Asajj had been for the longest time avoiding the ruins of the once great Munto City, lost to the savage bombardment of the Sith. It's shattered buildings and broken streets seemed to keep the souls of the dead, their whispers of pain and anger enough to overwhelm the Dathomir while she and the rest of Commenor gave the city it's funeral. Yet, here she was, running through the streets and trying desperately to block out the ghosts.

News had reached her of one of a rebellion outpost located in the city. News that came not from her fellow rebels, but from a Sith officer she had gotten drunk to get information out of. The Imperials were on their way to the small group of scavengers, and she needed to warn them. Asajj made no sound as she ran, the sonic dampeners in her bare cybernetic feet doing their job to mask any sound.

Looking before you leap is common sense. You should always know where you're going to land. Yet the girl abandoned that idea, relying on the Force and her own gut feelings to quickly bring her to the rebel hideout. It was because of this, the lack of looking, that as she lept from a broken down building she unceremoniously thudded to the ground before [member="Dorin Arkx"] and his fire.

She paused, glancing to the armored figure in surprise. Asajj didn't say anything, completely taken aback by the presence of someone camping in the ruins of a warzone. She blinked her violet eyes at the man, then turned her head as she began running again.

 

[Kyyrk]

Dorin paused as the girl dropped to the ground in front of him. Then she started to bolt. If her garb was anything to go on, almost certainly not Sith. "Wait!" She didn't listen. No one ever listened to him. He jumped to his feet, quickly and expertly packing his instrument away. He ran over to the fire, scooping his helmet up and kicking out the fire in one smooth motion. For a moment he considered taking his dinner with him. He decided against it. He could go hungry for another night if he had to.

He pulled his helmet back over his head, and turned to run after the girl as he heard the soft hiss of the vac-seal engaging. She was running right into a patrol. Dorin had spent too long out here helping the people of Commenor to let some poor fool get herself caught. Dorin reached behind him with his right hand as he ran, and a soft humming noise filled the air, ceasing suddenly as his sword slammed into his hand. Of course, now that he thought about it, he had yet to meet a Commenorian that could land silently like that. Or meet one that was Force Sensitive. Maybe she was a Sith after all.

She had a head start, but Dorin was slowly gaining on her. Though she could almost certainly loose him if she wanted to. At this point, Dorin was almost banking on a Sith patrol finding them to catch her. "Whatever you're out here for, there's nothing out here! It's not worth it!"

[member="Asajj Novar"]