It was a firefight!

[Gravi'gor'attaque]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RKtIgkMBQ4

The mood was quite jolly as the men of Gravi's Rangers danced around a small camp-fire, drank booze, and cleaned their slugthrowers. General Gravi'gor'attaque had moved the majority of his infantry into the dense and dark forests of Naboo in an attempt to prepare them for any future attack or brawl his men might encounter.

Most of his men were shouting or bursting into song. The air was filled with laughter and conversation as his men puffed on pipes and spoke with their comrades. Gravi'gor'attaque had taken a seat next to the small, yet bright campfire, puffing on a luxury cigar as he supervised his men in silence.

He realized most of these men were absolute scum. Most of them were murderers or petty thieves, but this did not bother Gravi'gor'attaque as he held and maintained the firm belief that he could discipline every last one of his men. There was only one problem...Most of these men had prices on their heads and many bounty hunters wished to cash in on the huge group of bounty-carrying scumbags.

[member="Kira Fenn"]

@La'kuus Quelin

[member="Jyfo"]

 

[Kira Fenn]

Gravi's Rangers. A group of stumbling drunks and lowlife scum. Petty thieves and sloppy murderers that have been set free upon the galaxy, each and every one of them needed to be cleansed. Removed. Families damaged and innocents hurt- these men cared little about anything they did. They celebrated their chaos; they were happy at what they did, drinking and hosting loud banter in celebration.

Bounties were plentiful. A hefty price placed on each of the rangers. Kira would only need to take out as many as possible and she would be doing the galaxy the favour- and get paid for it.

She landed nearby quietly, walking a generous distanced to go by unseen. She place herself on a nearby hill, an open view of the campsite aside from the odd tree blocking her vision. Here she set her sniper up, kneeling behind a bush, peeking the gun out enough to stay hidden. The night provided little cover for the criminals, for her night vision was activated and she could see each one of them.

One shot fired through the air. A body dropped.

Another shot fired through the air. A blood curdled scream. She missed the kill and he was yelling for help.

She removed her sniper from the bush and took cover, waiting for what would come next.

[member="Gravi'gor'attaque"]

 

[Gravi'gor'attaque]

Gravi'gor'attaque's eyes widened as one of his men reeled back, a spray of red flying through the air. The general was already to his feet, attempting to round up his men. "VOLLEY FIRE TOWARDS THE HILLS!", The general barked. However, they were unable to see where the shot was fired from. Some men were firing off in a completely separate location, some to the right, some to the left. Overall, it was a complete hellhole as the intoxicated mercenaries blasted the agriculture of Naboo straight to hell.

The general's hand found the handle of his custom-made sabre, he had the blade made from a high-quality blacksmith in Coruscant. Quickly, he removed the blade from it's sheath, hosting it into the air. His gaze was set upon the durasteel blade as he slowly turned towards a random member of Gravi's Rangers.

"Why the hell are you not firing that weapon?", Gravi'gor'attaque inquired, attempting to remain calm in a situation where a blaster bolt could end his life any minute.

"Right to it, sir!", The soldier barked, before abruptly releasing his grip on the weapon, allowing it to hit the ground as he sprinted away. Muttering under his breath, the general spun back around, facing his men as they panicked and attempted to get shots off towards the unseen attacker. Slowly, the general slid his blade back into his sheath, slowly clutching the wooden handle of his revolver, the helpless general proceeding to fire shots off at random.

[member="Kira Fenn"]

 

[Kira Fenn]

Shots whizzed past Kira, the occasional blaster shot coming close to hitting her through the bush.

"Idiots, all of them," She thought to herself, as panicked cries echoed throughout the deep forest of Naboo. Kira took a deep breath before lying herself down on the ground, setting up her rifle to fire again. She would aim and see 5 men, easy targets that she could take out. She spotted someone different- someone with authority. He saw him order men and follow with his own panicked gunfire, a common trait found among people in roles of power. Pathetic.

Five shots escaped her rifle, hitting five more of the scum to the ground, blaster shots right through their head. She would aim for the leader next, he would have to be worth more. Be it in credits or ending what he had begun with these men. Perhaps she would make his death more brutal. Make him suffer for all those he has effected.

She fired two shots, aimed for [member="Gravi'gor'attaque"]'s left thigh. She would attempt to cripple him, and if successful, make her way down the hill, two knives in hand as quietly as she could. If not, she would patiently wait for another chance to shoot, either him or his men.

 

[Gravi'gor'attaque]

[member="Kira Fenn"]

Gravi'gor'attaque watched in silence as Gravi's Rangers lay silent, face first in the dirt and mud. Suddenly, he felt an incredibly sharp pain in his left thigh, sending him collapsing to the ground in a heap. Groaning in agony, the general proceeded to mutter profanity to himself, slowly attempting to crawl away from the approaching woman.

Unable to do so, he slowly rolled onto his back, glaring at the woman as she approached. "Damn you.", He muttered, groaning in agony at the extreme agonizing pain in his leg.

(Sorry for the short post)

 

[Kira Fenn]

She walked slowly, carefully placing each step as she gripped each knife in her hand, blades facing behind her. She would finally be given the chance to redeem this man. This "general." She questioned how successful he could have been with a band of scum that lie injured or dead around her.

"You will pay," She threatened, squatting down to meet him at eye level. Dead or alive. The bounties borders echoed in her head. The Bounty Hunter creed always praised alive over dead- she was no murderer and she had shed plenty of blood tonight, so she would give him a choice.

"Your arm or your leg. Pick the one you like more," She said, "That will help me decide which limb to cut off and have you run away missing."

[member="Gravi'gor'attaque"]

 

[Jyfo]

[member="Gravi'gor'attaque"]
[member="Kira Fenn"]

"Maiming for sport is a sign of either psycopathic tendencies or disrespect for life," Jyfo called out from the shadows, watching the entire turn of events. He had been meditating nearby, enjoying the calm tranquility of Naboo, renowned for its nonviolent ways and beautiful scenery. He had heard blasterfire nearby and investigated, observing the skilled bounty hunter rain chaos on the feeble-minded "soldiers," if they could be called that. Now he found himself intervening, not knowing quite why - some tug inside of him urged him to put one foot in front of the other - and revealing himself from behind a copse of trees.

His hood obscuring his face, Jyfo stood about 20 meters away from the injured general of sorts and the fierce hunter. Quite a bit of ground to cover, should he have to engage one of them in combat, but still feasible. He was a Force-user, after all.

 

[Gravi'gor'attaque]

[member="Kira Fenn"]

Slowly, the general slowly rolled upon his back, greeting his teeth in agony. "Yeah? Kark...you.", The Chiss managed to blurt out, before slowly placing his head back on the ground. He didn’t care, he was prepared and he was not planning to give this woman the satisfaction of seeing him beg for her to spare whichever limb he would happen to choose.

The general did not even attempt to reach for his blade, it wouldn’t matter. He’d leave the choice up to her. Leg or arm? He didn’t care. He prepared himself for the incredible agony that would soon follow. Slowly, he pulled himself up once again, gritting his teeth at the burning pain in his thigh.

"You are really gonna try that with that blade of yours?"