Faction It Started with a Hunt-Mando's Welcome

[Kreslin Westwind]

“Mandalore has fallen.”

The single sentences echoes across the small clearing all those present had gathered in, the words spoken barely above a whisper but easily heard several meters away. The clearing itself is rather small, only a few dozen meters across in any direction, with a small pond situated towards the southern end of it. The northern end of the clearing is dominated by a massive rock formation, some twenty meters in height and rising above many of the trees surrounding the clearing. Kreslin sits on the formation, resting comfortably on one of the lowest hanging ledges.

“Mandalore did not fall by honorable means. It was not by the blade, or the warrior that we lost our home. No, the homeworld fell through treachery and deceit, by bargains struck years before that came back to haunt her and her people.”

Kreslin flexes his gloved hand, gripping the lance resting across his lap. The weapon was roughly two and a half meters in length, with a vibroblade tip at the end. At his full height, the weapon would stand well above Kreslin, and yet it weighed little. Turning the weapon in his hand, Kreslin rested the blunt end of the lance on the ground in front of him, a small patch of grass being torn from the ground as he flexed his hand once more, looking at those present.

“Now, her people are scattered across a galaxy inclined to use us, to hate us, to destroy us. But not every world is like that. Mandalore was the homeworld of all our people, but it is not the only world held by those who follow the Resol’nare. Myrkr, home of Clan Australis, is a bastion of our people, a beacon that still burns with the fury and purpose of our Clans. They hold to the old ways, to traditions that have bound us together for generations untold.” Kreslin pauses in his speech, turning to incline his head to those members of the Australis that were present, giving a deeper nod to their Alor, Kaine Australis.

“It is in that spirit that the Mandalorian Union was formed. It is formed with the purpose of continuing the fight against those who would wipe us out. The Mandalorian Union shall free Mandalore, protect her people wherever they reside in this galaxy, and honor the traditions of our ancestors. All of you present, whether you are of the Resol’nare or friends and allies of it, we welcome you. In the name of the traditions that we seek to uphold and protect, I find it fitting that the first action of the Mandalorian Union be to go out on a Great Hunt.” Grinning beneath his helmet, Kreslin leans forward from his sitting position, his chin resting on the lance as he looks around those present. His eyes drifted across all those present, giving a brief nod to Venku Bralor and Plume, two of the first that had answered the call, and had been close comrades and friends since then.

“That which we kill this day shall fill our bellies, and the songs we sing will echo across the galaxy. Today will be a good day, my friends, my brothers and sisters. We await the arrival of a few stragglers, but once all are present, we will get started.” With that said, Kreslin leans forward and hops off the rock formation, landing easily on the ground and hefting the lance over his shoulder. He was eager to get started, though they needed to wait. Walking across the clearing to where Kaine stood, Kreslin gave another brief nod to the man before turning to look at all those present. "What do you think?"

Spoiler

Objective One: Rancor Rampage

• A Rancor has escaped from the pens of Clan Australis, and is now loose in the woods. Reports indicate it is nearby, and traveling along a river towards the deep forest. Letting it escape to wreak havoc is not an option.

Objective Two: Pack Mentality

• A pack of Vornskr have been reported to be attacking outlining farms of the people on Myrkr. The leader of the pack is said to be a beast twice the size of a normal Vornskr, and with a cunning beyond what is expected of their kind. It is time to test what it can truly do.

K Kaine Australis Venku Bralor Plume Torrack Torrackstur Kes Stag Hix Tribbul Loreena Arenais-Valhoun @Anyone Else

 

[Venku Bralor]

Standing there in the clearing, looking up at Kreslin as he spoke, Venku couldn't stop smiling. They had done it. They had brought their people together for a single purpose. Albeit their numbers were small and their purpose simply a great hunt, no where near the free mandalore he dreamed of, they had taken the first step. They would grow, and as they grew they could focus more on their home and still have moments like this. And truly he could not sacrifice either.

Too long had Venku been away from his people. He would not give up moments like this, standing among his fellow mando'ade and preparing for a hunt, not when his heart felt the lightest it had in months. So much so that he found himself almost giddy with joy when Kreslin nodded at him.

Their relationship had started out very rocky, at least if one considered attempting to murder each other rocky, but once things had settled down they had bonded quickly, and now he was proud to consider the older man his ori'vod.
When Kreslin finished his speech and addressed the crowd with one final question, Venku was the first to raise his voice in response. "Oya! Oya!" Those two words, as small as they were, overflowed with meaning. So similar and yet so different to the first time he spoke to Kreslin, laying on the ground with broken limbs and shattered hope.

Excitement and joy and hope and pure, unfettered love rolled off him in waves. Seen both by his body, where his tail twisted and curled in a fast paced dance, and the force, where it bounced around the clearing and making the air itself seem to vibrate with the emotions. He was sure the other force sensitives here could feel it, likely they even knew it originated off the grey togorian in the orange and red sunrise armor.
Venku found he didn't mind this fact as much as he usually would. Let them feel his joy, his hope. He was fine with sharing these parts of him. They deserved to be shared.

Briefly, he wondered which hunt he would join.
There was no way he was going under water. It would take days for his fur to dry. The rancor and the Vornskyr both sounded interesting. He had heard about the Vornskyrs ability to use the force to hunt, and he was tempted to try his luck against them, to see how he would fare against a beast that could sense him easily. But he would save the final decision for later, when the remaining hunters arrived and the parties were formed.

Turning to the mando beside him, mouth still split in a toothy smile, he found himself sweeping them up in a hug, caught up in his emotional high. Arms squeezing tightly, he was hardly even aware of the armor between the limbs. It was several seconds before he put the person down and offered a sheepish smile and cat like chuff but did not apologize. He would not apologize for his joy, even if it caused him more than a little embarrassment.

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K Kaine Australis Plume Kreslin Westwind Torrack Torrackstur Kes Stag Hix Tribbul Loreena Arenais-Valhoun @everyone else​

 

[Torrack Torrackstur]

Objective: Find a group that can help with the Vornskr's

Location: Gathering point on Myrkr

Tags: Venku Bralor Kreslin Westwind , K Kaine Australis ,

Myrkr, this was his home, another sanctuary besides the enclave that he worked for. Many less fortunate clans were affected by the recent take over, it was time to rally together in a union of clans, clans strong enough to stand up to the sith oppressors. Many knew Torrack from the work he did to help the orphans and various weaker clans find settlement and security. However recently he took a more active role on the planet of Korbin, where he freed hundreds of Mandalorian children who were forced to be slaves by a crimelord. After returning these children to receive an education, their now dead parents could not give; The Karjr made way to Myrkr, at the request of his A'lor.

The Mandode was in much worse conditions, like when Darth Revan had defeated the clans and Mand'alor the Ultimate. While the enclave focused on saving the clans unable to fight right now, and focused on training the next generation. It was up to the bigger clans to continue the fight. Clan Australis, Clan Westwind, and Clan Bralor were strong enough clans and together were a good start.

But if they were to grow, other clans would need to join in the near future. Until that point it would be up to these clans to train and bond together as warrior cultures do. That was through hunting, military training, fighting battles and other celebrations that they could do together. It seems everywhere the pig like being went, he ran into sodding felines. First he met the foster daughter of mand'alor Gaia Sunaris Cadera , and now he was approaching a fething Togorian.

From the look of it through the T-Visor of the shorter, and stocky being, it looked like a youngster, "You looking to hunt the Vornskr's, squeak squeak ? I am too, squeak squeak we must always seek challenge vod, or youll become a nug humper! hoink hoink " . A good adventure like this, always was good when experiencing it with others. The crusader and rally master reveled in challenge, it was time to go move onward.

The day was beautiful, clear, and fresh; a good day for killing.

 

[Hix Tribbul]

Hix stood quietly, cigarra lit and watching the people speak as a Rancor was wandering loose through the area. Wasn't exactly a good start to things, but then again the big buggers were out of their element having been plucked from their wild homes among the stars and brought here. But he only needed them for one round of successful breeding, and this little bull's job was done given the brood that Daisy had reared. Eyes watched the man speak, breath coming out in a plume of smoke as he felt for his favored weapons. Vibro-blade to one side of the hip, regular knife to the other.

A small addition had been made in the form of a vibro-machete this time, but it was kept entirely to what most would consider suicide weapons against a rancor. His small chuffs towards Kaine had all but been missed given his tendency to stick outside the typically cheerful ring of Mando and friends assemblies everyone liked to have. Wasn't to say he disliked everyone.

Everyone just disliked his smoke.

The man approached Kaine, and that had Hix quietly waiting for the hunts to begin. The vornsk were a fight of their own kind, given their ability to draw upon space magic and use it to find you real quick like. Made them dangerous, but also made them a bit lazy in Hix's book. You could predict and use that to your advantage if you made use of the environment.

Could trick the critters into ambush if you played it right.

Rancor though. They all learned to hunt by themselves. Had done so for numerous years now, successfully on a number of different planets. The space wizards even had a light sword style named after them that, if he remembered right, was neither good or bad on offense or defense. Kind of strange in his opinion, but he was who he was and the jedi like to keep their nose clean of the blood spillin' in most cases.

"Of the hunt, or your speech?" Hix did not wait for Kaine to speak, instead opting to cut in, like the chit-head he tended to be. "Speech wasn't the greatest, but then again I compare to Australis here, and that has me spoiled. As for the hunt, worthy targets. Just don't get caught with your pants down. Hate for them to take a bite out of you we can't help but laugh about."

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K Kaine Australis | Plume | Kreslin Westwind | Torrack Torrackstur | Kes Stag | Hix Tribbul | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | @everyone else

 

[Plume]

Plume listened to Kreslin's speech, as attentive as she could be (ie, not very attentive at all). She was mostly looking at all the other Mandalorians. She didn't know most of them well yet, but the feeling of being surrounded by allied was something she didn't feel for a very long time. Her friend Venku seemed to be extremely happy, and seeing a friend being such in a good mood made her feel good too.

She was one of the few people not wearing any armor. She knew it was kind of a big infringement to the Resol'nare, but she didn't have any choice. She just did not possess any piece of armor at this time. She didn't have any credit either. She was wearing absolutely everything she possessed. That's why she tried to never look the other Mandalorians in the eyes. She was embarrassed, maybe they were seeing her as a bad Mando'ade ... Venku will probably agree to help her making her own armor later, but for the time being, she just had her cloak and the clothes people used to wear in her tribe back on Krownest.

She had the feeling of being where Mandalore will rebirth. Future Mando'ades will remember their names, and maybe even sing songs about what they did. She smiled, proud to be a part of such an enterprise. Hix Tribbul was the only one smoking, she wondered why. She saw some people smoking in her clan, but it was overall pretty rare. She tried one with her parents and it felt okay, after coughing all the air she had in her lungs. The speech was now finished, and she noticed Kreslin's special attention regarding her. She shouted with Venku and clapped her hands loudly.

"Oya ! Oya !"

She then came closer to Hix and his cigarra. Its smell was weird but not too unpalatable. She joined her hands in her back and with a big polite smile, she asked.

"Can I have one ?"

It probably felt really weird for the grown man to see such a cheerful and young girl asking for something to smoke. It was surely very funny too. She just kept looking at him until he answered, hoping he would give him what she wanted. She was genuinely curious to try it, and it could help to bond with this fellow Mando'ade who seemed so hard-bitten. Regarding the hunt, she didn't really care about which target she was going to track down. She just wanted to stay with Venku, the first real friend she had since she left the snowy forests of Krownest.

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[Venku Bralor]

His tail flicked, naturally golden eyes fixing themselves on the gamorean. "Probably. They sound like they'd be a worthy hunt." He was a tracker. That was the kind of hunt he truly enjoyed. Where he had puzzle out where his prey was and how to get to them. While the Vornskr may not need tracking, he wasn't sure yet, they would be harder to find than a rampaging rancor. Realizing he had no idea who the man was, Venku offered his arm in greeting. "Venku Bralor. Well met."

Briefly, he wondered at the irony of hunting with the gamorean. They were a swine based species. A class which was known as prey animals. Then again, swine could be terrifying. Even the smaller ones could rend a speeder in two when charging it directly, not to mention the person on the speeder. If this man proved to be anything like his species base, then he would watch his step. If only because he didn't have any speeders to spare. "You're a gamorean. I've never met one in person." He struggled with his nerve, trying to convince himself to ask the next question.
"Okay, weird question, but how similar are you species to your species base? I mean, you make the noises of a swine, but is it more than superficial? How tough is your skin? Swine skin is notoriously thick and hard to cut through, especially the course spines or scales most of them have. What about strength? My brother lost his speeder to a smaller type of swine. It almost ripped the thing in half. He was lucky enough to dive out of the way in time, otherwise it would have been a lot messier. Are the tusks practical at all? I know the use of some features can be lost as we evolve, but are they at all useful for self defense? What about night vision? A good potion of swine species have keen night vision. Does your species have that?"

In all honesty, he could probably look most of this up, but he never thought to before, and standing here in front of a member of the species, he took the chance when he had it. He was a witness after all, of a sorts. The information could always be corroborated later, but the view of a member of the species was always good to have. Hopefullly the insessant questions wouldn't upset the man.

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Plume Torrack Torrackstur K Kaine Australis Kreslin Westwind Kes Stag Hix Tribbul Loreena Arenais-Valhoun @anyone else​

 

[Torrack Torrackstur]

The shorter being would look up at the younger mandalorian named Venku, and made the typical squeaking noise that a gamorean made when laughing. Questions like these were good ones, taking off his bucye he would hold his arm out to shake his new accomplice. "Jabba the Hutt hired gamoreans for a reason,squeak squeak we are the in the top five for being physically the strongest. Squeak squeak Unfortunately we also have smaller legs and tend to be considered slower. I am Torrack Australis, rally master of the 57th Mortar platoon. Perhaps you heard of us? Hoink Hoink" Pausing before continuing to speak the crusader would ponder before answering the tusk question. "There are two types of gamoreans, squeak squeak the ones with tusks like mine tend to be stronger. We are called boars,squeak squeak our tusk's are used as a way to attract other women of our race called sows. So while we don't use them for combat, we do use them as a status thing.Squeak squeak That's if your still an arueliti , hoink hoink , unfortunately we just have average vision. You are fething right about use having rough skin, we may be short but we are sturdy. Squeak squeak"

These questions were certainly odd to say the least, cracking a joke he would speak with his cathar pal. "We both know you thunder humpers are quick, squeak squeak is it true that you can jump as high as a force wizard without the humpty dumpty force? ". Venku from there first interaction gave the mercenary the impression that this individual was trust worthy, and at the very least ballsy enough to ask about his tusks. His large teeth were also a sight, which made life easy when he decided to sit down and eat. Most common knowledge about green skins were that they tended to have an aggressive personality compared to the yellow skins , or the rare red skins. However after much practice, the aggression was now stored properly and channeled when Torrack needed it.

Gamoreans rarely left the home planet where they species was born, and to this day even Torrack wondered why he was found elsewhere. However in the eyes of the crude being, it was a better fate to earn the right to manda. Unlike if he was kept on Gamorr, to die a meaningless death with the various clan wars on that planet. The wars which were fought without any purpose or challenge, it is one of the many dreams that someday Torrack can help convert Gamorr into a Mandalorian society. Where their metal can be tested with true challenge, and where their souls could go to manda after fighting with glory. The truth is, Torrack was usually the type of Mandalorian that shot first and asked questions later. Hunting for these creatures would be a newer experience for him. But this was home, and perhaps his knowledge of the area would help the furry hunter.
Venku Bralor

 

[Hix Tribbul]

His attention was pulled from the conversation as a plain clothed girl approached him. Asking for a cigarra no less. His mind fizzled for a moment, lost briefly trying to place if he had seen her somewhere before or if he was hallucinating. The was she was staring at him however suggested this was not a focused hallucination however. His eye twitched for a brief moment, finding it difficult to gauge her age given how much he had to tilt his chin down to look at her.

"Which one are you hunting kid? Vornsk or Rancor?" He asked, eyes narrowing. "Your answer will tell me if I should or not." He blinked, and waited before rolling the cigarra to the other side of his mouth and blowing smoke from the opposite side.

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Venku Bralor Plume Torrack Torrackstur K Kaine Australis Kreslin Westwind Kes Stag Hix Tribbul Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

 

[Venku Bralor]

He laughed, tail flicking around his waist. The sound was odd, resembling a higher pitched meow of a cat, the kind they would typically make when attempting to get it's owner's attention. "I wouldn't say that high! Though we can get some decent air, most of it's vertical leaps. The armor also adds some weight to it, I'm more flexible out of armor than in it." It had been annoying, when he had first designed it, but short of making it out of plasteel or some other lightweight material and removing the upper chest guard, there was no way he could get full mobility in armor.

People milled and talked around him, filling his ears with the buzz of mismatched conversations. After a moment, filled with drifting thoughts and more questions, the togorian turned to Torrack. "Australis? Did you grow up here myrkr?" It was an impressive planet, dangerous, but that just made it all the more impressive. Part of him wondered what it would be like to have so much family in one place. He hadn't seen many other Bralors on concordia, especially later when the clan wars started back up again. Which wasn't to say he never spoke with them. He'd had plenty of holocalls with his aliit, but getting together in one place was rare. Of course, few of his family were investigators, or anywhere near that field, so when he left to make his own path, he had been forced to strike out on his own.

"Have you ever hunted Vornskr before?" Maybe he could get some insight into his prey, though he didn't really need it.

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Plume Torrack Torrackstur K Kaine Australis Kreslin Westwind Kes Stag Hix Tribbul Loreena Arenais-Valhoun​

 

[Plume]

Tags : Hix Tribbul Venku Bralor Kreslin Westwind Torrack Torrackstur

Hix probably saw her on the day she arrived on this planet, accompanied by Kreslin and Venku. It was the first time they ever spoke together though. She looked young, and she was indeed quite short, much shorter than the blond and grown man she had in front of her. Her face turned grumpier, funny thing to see.

"I ain't a kid anymore ! I've seen seventeen winters !"

Actually, her plan was to follow Venku, but she heard that Vornskr were force users. After thinking about it for some time, if Venku wanted to hunt them down, she would hunt the Rancor anyway. She didn't know the Vornskr's capacities, but she didn't want her ability to use the force to be discovered so quickly, she had to be prudent.

"The Rancor sir, I heard they are pretty big, it'll be my first time hunting such a prey. But why is it important ?"

She was just asking for a cigarra, why would her hunting choices be relevant in this matter ?

 

[Torrack Torrackstur]

Tags: K Kaine Australis , Venku Bralor , Plume , Hix Tribbul , Kreslin Westwind


The A'lors comment made the porker hoink with at the dry humor, but he was not wrong. "Squeak Squeak You are not wrong boss." . Much of the Myrkr jungle had predators of great size, that can be a danger for the two going on this mission. Myrkr was where he grew up, fighting in the jungle was the specialty of the warrior. Torrack after acknoledging Kaine, would peer back to Venku. "I have hunted them a few times, squeak squeak for me they are difficult. squeak squeak Bastards are faster then my tiny legs! Hoink Hoink But we wont be doing squat with our thumbs up our bums! HOINK" . Putting on his blue bucye, the Australis Clansmen would make his way toward where the pack of beasts were last spotted. Adventure always sparked a proactive nature in the boar, and his equipment would also be effective to boot. Having a heavy repeater(bio), and a beskad(bio) ; the weaponary was certainly overkill for a hunt.

But these jungles tended to throw other challenges for hunters besides their prey. Experiences in these matters always made the crusader go with the side of caution. While the gathering was great to be around, they would need a reason to celebrate in the future. That reason would be glory and success in working together, this union was built around clans rallying to a cause. Cementing this would be in the stories they would create from this gathering today. Signaling for his newly met friend, the two of them would need to stick close when entering the jungle grounds. When the crude being entered the wilderness, it was hot and dreary. A loud insect would fly about the pair, being a pest as insects usually were. In order to get to the outlying farms, the hunter would lead his tailed friend to a shortcut. That went through the jungle and to the farms, while a little perilous, it saved time.

The muddy ground was wet, each step splashing mud about. "Don't be a jeepsi , watch out for quicksand. squeak squeak We are taking a shortcut, squeak squeak ."

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

Kreslin nodded his head to Kaine before stepping away. Hoisting the lance across his shoulders, Kreslin turned to look off into the forest, his eyes not focusing on any one thing. "I will go after the Rancor, anyone else who wishes to, let us head out. Those of you who wish to hunt the Vornskr, I wish you the best of luck, and the will of our people." Smiling, Kreslin turned and began walking towards the clearings edge, towards the faint sound of running water in the distance.

As they went on, he turned to speak with Hix Tribbul as he stepped around a tree, large claw marks torn into its side. "I have never hunted a Rancor before, handler. Tell me, what would be the best strategy for this hunt given your expertise on the matter." Kreslin fell silent as the small Rancor hunting part emerged from a rather dense cluster of trees. Before them ran a massive river, easily fifty meters across, and perhaps two meters deep at its lowest point. Glancing down the length of the river, Kreslin took a few steps towards a rather large pile of mud, with a large Rancor footprint imprinted into it.

Lowering the end of the lance in his hand to the footprint, Kreslin idly traced its edges as he looked back up, his mind running with the possibilities of what they would be fighting. "On this hunt especially, your knowledge will be of great help..."

Venku Bralor K Kaine Australis Plume Torrack Torrackstur

 

[Hix Tribbul]

Hix nearly choked on the comment of seventeen winters. Much to darned young to be asking for a cancer stick.

"Kid, until ya' either kill a Rancor in a solo hunt, or see another winter, ya ain't gettin' one from me." It wasn't often he didn't lean into bad habits, but even he had some limits. The twin tails of nose smoke had him switching gears though when she spoke of the Rancor, a small smile appearing.

"This one's a bull, male. Smaller of the species, and outlived his welcome. If I 'member right, he was about three and some meters tall with a bad attitude. 'Course, gettin' snatched from the patch of ground you stomped out does that to ya' I suppose." Then he finished with Plume 's question of importance.

"Vornsk will know yer' around long 'afore you see 'em, n'er mind smellin' ya'. So it don't matter for them. Rancor you have ta' be a bit sneakier with. They can smell ya' from a click out if you stand upwind, quarter that downwind. They ain't apex predators by any means, but they are high up there on the, 'My arrogance got me killed by' list." He snorted. "And smell is their greatest weapon."

Kreslin Westwind stepped closer, and Hix slid his gaze over to the man. Another after the Rancor besides himself. He followed behind him, making the come-on motion to Plume as they walked. The other man asked, and Hix didn't have to scratch his brain too deep for an answer.

"Follow the water. Won't leave it, came from Carida that one did. Specifically the desert region. Won't let go of a water source." He spoke easily, examining the signs around them. Claws marks on the tree, cut in passing. "Marking out it's territory righ' now. We'll be seeing more marks."

"Will be easiest getting him while he is drinkin' or just plain by surprise. If it sneaks up on us though, try ta' keep in it's peripheral. Things 'bout darn near blind. They can hear and smell well though, so once it's on ya', ain't no point in hidin'. And don't try squarin' off with 'im. He's got a temper, small rancor syndrome." He joked at the end, a wry smile appearing as he watched the river for a moment, turning to look at the track in the mud. His eyes narrowed at it, looking in front of it before looking back to the footprint.

"He's hungry too, you can tell by the lack of knuckle prints. They walk on all fours when they ain't huntin'. So he'll be sniffin' round." He looked around this time. "Keep an ear out for heavy breathing. You hear a twig snap, you call it out. You'd be 'sprised how sneaky they are."

 

[Venku Bralor]

Venku kept pace easily with the gamorean, tail trailing behind him to balance. Briefly, he worried he would be to agile for the prey, making the hunt boring in it's lack of challenge. Then again, it seemed only two of them were going after the pack of vornskr, who's alpha was said to be twice the normal size. which would make the hunt much more challenging. At the mention of quicksand, the togorian sent a suspicious look to the ground. He'd prefer not to get caught up in that, especially with his heavy armor on.
The jungle flew by as the two traveled, making their way to the farms. Myrkr had a feral sort of beauty to it. Or perhaps that was just him, with his predators instincts and mandalorian heritage. Of course, it stopped being as beautiful when one ended up with a foot stuck in quick sand.

"Osik!" he really should have been paying more attention. But he'd never seen quicksand before, or been on a planet as densely forested as myrkr. Still, it was stupid to have stopped paying attention. He pulled and pulled, but the limb, weighed down by armor and sand, refused to budge. Turning to his friend, he began to ask him for help, tail whipping about in no small amount of annoyance and embarrassment. He really should have paid more attention. After being pulled out, Venku proceeds to shake the limb, trying to clear as much sand from it as possible. It didn't really work. Resigning himself to a sandy boot, Venku turned to Torrack. "We should probably keep going."

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Torrack Torrackstur Kreslin Westwind Plume Hix Tribbul K Kaine Australis ​

 

[Plume]

Plume sighed and looked at Hix Tribbul in the eyes, visibly a bit disappointed.

"Really ?! One year doesn't make any difference ! I didn't know you were such a stick-in-the-mud, you looked pretty cool ..."

She turned her back on him for a few seconds before facing him again.

"I guess I'll have to kill a Rancor alone if I want one fast ... But believe me, one day, you'll give me something to smoke."

A big smile then appeared on her face, she accepted the challenge. She then listened to Hix's explanations, being very attentive. She winced slightly when she heard the part about being snatched out of your pack and land. She experienced it earlier in her life, she knew how it felt.

"Yeah, I know how it feels ... poor boy ..."

Vornsks had the same advantage as her, the ability to use the force. And those creatures were probably much better at detecting their prey than our young Plume is. Rancors would be easier to hunt. They were big and certainly slow, at least that's what she was thinking at this time. She could probably detect them from far away, better than any small animal.

"I'm a good hunter you know ! I'll not be the one ruining everything, for sure !"

She smiled again, very proud and confident in her skills as a huntress. She trained during a big part of her childhood, at that point, the only creatures she still feared were humans and humanoids.

"And I'm not afraid at all ! Let's hunt this beast."

That's what she said before joyfully following the two men who probably thought of her as a noisy little girl. She quickly noticed that she did not take any weapon with her, except the lightsaber she was hiding behind her leather cloak. She hoped she was not going to use it today. Maybe one of the men would agree to lend her a weapon if the situation required it. Plume was moving fast but quietly, following the advice of Hix who seemed to know a lot about Rancors. As she was advancing with them, she tried to detect the creature by using the force, softly enough to not be spotted by her comrades. Sadly, as she was not in an emotive state at all at this time and tried to limit her own powers, she did not do well at all. She knew this was a big disadvantage she had over the Jedis. She cannot do anything if she can't fuel her powers with emotions. Negative ones being the most efficient in this case. She wasn't bloodthirsty, though the Force didn't answer her call. So, she just focused on her natural senses, trying to hear the big boy.

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[Torrack Torrackstur]

Tags: Venku Bralor Kreslin Westwind Hix Tribbul Forjund Australis Plume

"Damn Vod, squeak squeak dont be a tarker now. My A'lor is hunting the Vornskr with us, squeak squeak we cant let that geeper get all the glory! Hoink Hoink" . In rally master like fashion he would slap the back of the cat like being as a way of encouragement, hopefully his great friend Forjund could also join the great hunt on myrkr. Having more comrades join would always be a good thing for such a prime event like this, especially in the dangerous jungles and countryside of the mostly wild planet. Thankfully for Venku, Torrack was a good guide and expert in these type of terrains. Growing up in them made this type of area easy to operate in for the crusader.

On the greenskins bucye, he would speak through his comlink on the clan channel directly to Clan Australis's A'lor. "Big Boss is going down in this hunt, squeak squeak , we are sodding going to get a kill before you. squeak squeak Im betting fifty credits, take the bet , or are you a thunder humper vod? Hoink Hoink." . Such a challenge was ballsy, but the porker could get away with it after recently becoming more distinguished in the clan.

After guiding his cat companion to the farms , the massive brute would signal his friend to take a higher and overlooking position. If this pack enjoyed ransacking the area, the boar suspected that they would eventually come back. Now he would speak on a private channel in comms to Venku, the accent and loud nature of the gamorean overpowering the mic and channel between the two. "Alright boyo, squeak squeak we need to get our chebbing norkers together. Squeak squeak When the show up, squeak squeak I will draw them to you. Go for the kill and ill split the bets with you.Hoink hoink.

Even if the A'lor did not take the bet, such a competition would help build comradery between Venku and Torrack. Which is what the mandalorian officer intended to do, even if it seemed like he was being bull headed. Mandalorians killed enemies best when they had comradery, and if their culture were to be united. Veterans and newbies alike would need to bond in some form, Venku was a newbie for now. But the veteran could see the future of his people in the togarian, such a competition would allow him to get closer in order to mentor him.

Let the competition begin.

 

[Forjund Australis]

If sprinting through the mismatched web of unidentifiable plant life, tripping on the odd root, getting stung and harassed by what seemed like every damned bug in the galaxy happened to fly your way all the while getting mud and filth everywhere was not hard enough, he had arrived late to the hunt. Nobody was at the clearing where they were meant to gather, "DAMN IT!" he exclaimed, he was meant to meet Torrack here. Looking around for tracks he quickly spotted the dents in the ground left by the Gamorreans large feet, cursing his lateness he quickly started after the tracks noting that unfortunately, they lead into more jungle.


Running as fast as he could through the increasingly aggravating environment that was the Myrkr jungles, he realised after he hit a muddy patch that it was getting harder and harder to follow Torracks direct tracks instead having to look at his surrounding environment to see disturbed areas left in the Gamorreans wake. After 5 or so minutes he eventually found his large friends tracks and was thankfully back on course, "Good" he thought. Getting lost in a hell hole of mud, plants and bugs was not an ideal situation for anyone, 15 minutes later he began to see the jungle lightening in its smothering heaviness he hoped he was near the farm where he assumed Torrack would be. He assumed correctly, he spotted the Gamorrean standing speaking into some sort of comms device.


"Torrack!" He shouted at his comrade in arms waving all the while looking like he climbed out of a mud pit, realising that he sticks, twigs, leaves and all sorts of jungle related debris stuck to his Beskar'gam he tried to wipe some off to no avail. Sighing he began to walk to Torracks side cursing his lateness, once he reached the Gamorreans side he stopped to catch his breath "Th-That was not fun.. I apologise for my lateness Sir." Hopefully he caused no offense, and was in time for the hunt. What they were hunting he unfortunately did not know due to missing the briefing, he from now on would make a point of being one of the first ones to come to any event.

 

[Venku Bralor]

A smile split the togorians face as he made his way up a tree that edged the farm. From up here, he could feel the wind shaking the branches he rested on. His claws, sticking out of small holes in the crushgaunts, only gripped the tree tighter. He loved heights. You could see for miles from them, and few species ever looked up. From his vantage, he could see another figure, a humanoid in red berskar'gam, sprinting towards them. He seemed out of breath. The man ground to a halt beside Torrack, engaging the gamorean in a brief conversation. He didn't seem to notice venku up the tree, not to far away. Despite the coloring of his armor, the green leaves hid him well enough from a cursory look. It helped that no one ever looked up.

Torrack's voice came through the comm channel loud and clear. Too loud for the togorian, with his sensitive hearing. Grey ears pinned back beneath his buy'ce and a sharp his escaped his mouth. "Too loud!" The words were almost snarled, his ears till ringing from the volume. "You're talking to loud." It was understandable, togorians were often mixed up with cathars, who's senses were less powerful, but that didn't make it any less painful. Silence reigned as Venku waited for his ears to stop ringing. "Sounds good to me." He slung the sniper riffle off his back, resting it on a branch before him. This thing kicked like a gundark, so he'd have to be careful not to position himself in a way that'd send him tumbling out of the tree. Maybe he should get a new riffle? He hadn't used this one much, so it may be a good idea.

Scanning his surrounds, Venku was the first to spot the pack of vornskr heading their way. The alpha really was huge. Connecting to the two other mando'ad's comms, Venku spoke "I can see the pack headed this way!" They weren't in range yet, but as soon as they were he was aiming for the big guy. A little farther, a little farther... there! Venku noise cut through the air as Venku fired, likely scaring the human bellow. The bolt, originally aimed for the pack leaders chest, was intercepted as two of the smaller vornskr shoved into each other, sending them directly into the bolt. It didn't go down, hit in the shoulder as it was, but it dropped to the back of the pack, limping.

 

[Torrack Torrackstur]

Tags: Venku Bralor Forjund Australis K Kaine Australis

Vornskr's were always fast and tough beasts, on their own , but now their was a pack of them. It was three mandalorians versus this group of fearsome predators, in most normal cases this group would have the slight advantage. However this was no normal pack, the alpha was a mutant with abnormal size and a tougher hide then normal. Before the gamorean could greet his late and adopted son, Venku fired a shot at the approaching pack wounding one of the large beasts. Their were more of them then reported, with at least forty of the normal sized ones now emerging in response to the attack. This made the group very disadvantaged, the fight likely to be a defeat. However the veteran would not lament, quickly devising a solution he would shout at Forjund and Venku.

"Forjund boyo, squeak squeak no time to explain! Get to that wooden hut and climb to the roof! squeak squeak* WE WILL COVER YOU! HOINK HOINK!
ONCE YOU GET THERE OPEN FIRE AND SHOOT THEM LIKE I TAUGHT YOU,HOINK HOINK YOU NARKING FENDER BENDER! "

The armored boar would begin firing his heavy repeater as he said he would at the bulk of the pack. The only issue was, where would the hardened veteran go? The strategical mind would have to fix this quickly, or he would be meat for the vornskr's. With how quick they were moving, the porker still kept his cool under pressure. However what was worse was the the big one kept coming, the huffing and puffing of the large alpha continue onward as if blaster bolts were not doing a damned thing to it. Mud flew everywhere as the four legs thudded vigorously at the group, it ferocious teeth looking to menacingly tear apart the poor soul that would be in its path .

 

[Forjund Australis]

The loud crackling and zapping that usually followed the blast of a Railgun hit Torrack like a truck, resonating through to his brain leaving him somewhat shellshocked. To add to this fact Torrack began to yell some sort of command at him, he managed to make out the words "Hut" and "Roof", quickly getting the gist of the command he started sprinting towards the decrepit hut jumping over the odd fence, eventually he reached the small building leaping up and grabbing hold of the roof he was able to pull himself up. By now the shellshock had worn out and he could clearly see Torrack emptying his heavy blaster into the pack, he could also spot the unusually large beast leading them. It looked Large and rather intimidating, drool flying from its mouth as it and its pack rushed towards the Mandolorians.


Whipping out his DP-02 he fired off 3 shots into the raving pack of Vornskr's stopping the fire due to feeling the gun get hotter and hotter in his hands and wanting to avoid overheating. He saw 2 go down, not bothering to see where the third shot went, though he did notice he shot it towards the Alpha. "Laying down heavy fire!" He shouted, he then swapped to his M-37 and began laying into the mob of beasts with heavy suppressing fire, they were getting closer by the second but surely Torrack, Forjund and their companion with the Railgun could handle these beasts?