Heat of the desert (Nimue/Dass)

[Preliat Mantis]

"I think I'm gonna take a nap."


He replied dryly, leaning his head forward, burying it through the sand, nuzzling into it. He folded his hands under his chest, getting quite cozy, next to his rifle, the overturned speeder, and the Empress near him.


"Wake me up. They send a scouting party when the raiders don't return. When they do, I'm gonna shoot them, and then we're gonna move. Don't put your crown on."


[member="Nimue Stormson"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

His answer had given her a shocked look that soon turned into annoyance. He was just going to sit there and wait? Hearing his plan made a little more sense but even then Nimue didn’t like it. She expected him to know how to fix his own speeder, thinking he’d built it or at least knew how it worked, but apparently he was fine to wait until more of whoever shot at them came back. Very well. She didn’t argue, only leaning against the speeder and crossing her arms while looking out into the ditstance. She kept looking around now and then while using her force abilities, which [member="Dass Tallav"] wasn’t aware of, to see and sense if anymore would come.​

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Nimue Stormson"] would probably find it annoying that Dass fell asleep- rather quickly. Warm and baking in the sun, he was cozy to go to sleep. However, looming figures on the horizon were about to threaten his nap, and her safety.

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Looking over to the already sleeping [member="Dass Tallav"] Nimue groaned. To think she was stuck with this an for the remainder of her time here. This....was going to be among the worst days of her life to be sure. With nothing else to do she tried relaxing in the sun, only to find it too bothering. She tried covering herself before eventually slinking down in the speeder to try and hide herself under one of the seats. Not the most comfortable of places to wind up for an empress. She groaned as she just sat there, thinking how much worse things could get.​

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Nimue Stormson"] could hear a gentle click from Dass adjusting his scope to compensate for the distance. The scouts that he saw coming near, were about a half mile, maybe more out. He had to adjust for distance, wind, bullet drop, and the planet's orbit. He did it for about ten seconds, before he rested the stock against his shoulder. He watched them for a while, and took out a small notepad and pencil. Quite a rare thing in the age of techpads and holopads and whatever people used. Throw the word holo in front of it and it was in the galaxy, practically.

He sketched a rough outline of the dunes he was looking at, and the general approximate distance for each. He didn't wanna pop some innocent kids playing in the sand, but chances were slim out here. As they got closer, he realized that they were in fact, raiders. He didn't hesitate to fire the first shot, his weapon making a sharp, piercing sound. He ejected the spent round, and took aim at the second. The first one went down, and by the amount of blood on the sand, he or she wasn't getting back up.

He fired another shot, and he didn't quite hit the raider's head- instead their neck. It was a gruesome sight, watching their necks tearing off and their heads coming off, hanging by a mere few tendons from what remained of their neck.

He turned to the Empress, coolly, smirking behind his sunglasses.

"Hope you took a salt pill. We're gonna be here awhile."

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Nimue wasn't sure how long she managed a nap. Maybe only ten minutes or so. It didn't matter. She was awoken by the sound of a gunshot before scrambling out of her spot to see [member="Dass Tallav"] firing at the raiders coming in. She groaned as her eyes were tired from the heat and more and more bad news that just kept coming. Now he was saying they'd be here a while. Great. Just what she needed. She slumped into her seat before needing to remove her boots. The best way for now to compensate for the heat.​

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"I'm thirsty." she said. Looking around the speeder she asked "Is there any water here?" ​

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"Due to the strong possibility of a length of stay, I want you to take one of the salt pills, but don't drink any of the water yet. You'll be fine, but uncomfortable."


He turned to look back at her, frowning, tapping his rifle.


"Not even gonna comment on my good shooting? Two shots, moving targets, and a headshot? Come on. Give me SOMETHING lady."


[member="Nimue Stormson"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Given his advice on taking a salt pill she sighed before reluctantly swallowing one down. After that she leaned back into her seat as [member="Dass Tallav"] tried to make her praise him for his good shooting. She rolled her eyes before he insisted she give him something.​

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Sarcastically she answered "Oh yes. Brilliant shooting, sir. They should give you a medal or something." Before making her way back under the seat while mumbling to herself "Such the insecure type."​