Vrisskdohk
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Wild Space. Lawless. Unknown. Dangerous.
Even a skilled hunter as Vrisskdohk felt an air of unease when he set the hyperspace coordinates in his navicomputer. It wasn't an easy journey either, but the pact had been made, Vrisskdohk could not renege on his word now. Six hyperspace jumps had been made already, in what should have taken one or two in even the Outer Rim. But Kesh was no normal world. With its unique magnetic field, it required some finesse to find an appropriate place to exit hyperspace. After an excruciating 4 hours of star charts and reluctantly pushing the hyperdrive's activation gimble, he had arrived.
From orbit, Kesh looked no different than any other world, but while he was travelling Vrisskdohk had done some research. This planet had once been a settlement for Sith colonists, and even if they had all gone extinct now, Vrisskdohk was going to be ready.
While his ship's autopilot brought the modified VCX-150 freighter into the capital city spaceport, Vrisskdohk left his pilot's chair, and exited the cockpit. Wanting to prepare himself for the hunt he was about to undergo, he entered his shrine room. In it, a small altar to the Scorekeeper lie in an otherwise austere compartment.
Vrisskdohk unsheathed his ceremonial knife, and knelt before the altar. Next his belt which carried the marks of his successful contracts was laid before the altar. "By your divine grace," he said in his native Dosh, "This point shall be mine." He positioned his knife as if to make the mark, but did not apply the necessary pressure to do so. Vrisskdohk began reciting the four prayers, a regular ritual of his before every hunt. It was about to begin.
[member="Zesiro"]
Even a skilled hunter as Vrisskdohk felt an air of unease when he set the hyperspace coordinates in his navicomputer. It wasn't an easy journey either, but the pact had been made, Vrisskdohk could not renege on his word now. Six hyperspace jumps had been made already, in what should have taken one or two in even the Outer Rim. But Kesh was no normal world. With its unique magnetic field, it required some finesse to find an appropriate place to exit hyperspace. After an excruciating 4 hours of star charts and reluctantly pushing the hyperdrive's activation gimble, he had arrived.
From orbit, Kesh looked no different than any other world, but while he was travelling Vrisskdohk had done some research. This planet had once been a settlement for Sith colonists, and even if they had all gone extinct now, Vrisskdohk was going to be ready.
While his ship's autopilot brought the modified VCX-150 freighter into the capital city spaceport, Vrisskdohk left his pilot's chair, and exited the cockpit. Wanting to prepare himself for the hunt he was about to undergo, he entered his shrine room. In it, a small altar to the Scorekeeper lie in an otherwise austere compartment.
Vrisskdohk unsheathed his ceremonial knife, and knelt before the altar. Next his belt which carried the marks of his successful contracts was laid before the altar. "By your divine grace," he said in his native Dosh, "This point shall be mine." He positioned his knife as if to make the mark, but did not apply the necessary pressure to do so. Vrisskdohk began reciting the four prayers, a regular ritual of his before every hunt. It was about to begin.
[member="Zesiro"]