Mild Amusement {Xalus}

[Kraigmiir Hijiin]

HOTH:
Frozen Wastelands Outside Vitori Village:

There was a fool in the snow. Someone attempted to evade the law of the galaxy. He marched slowly threw the white landscape, every step a struggle. The man was not used to navigating this frozen world. Every time he moved forward the snow went up to his knees. Not that he paid that any attention. A bounty had been placed on his head for a good amount of money. Knowing this, he had fled to what he thought was a lifeless planet. Obviously he was mistaken. Besides for the many small villages scattered around the world, there were many, many creatures out here. Among them were Tauntauns (of several sub species), Hoth Hogs, dreadful Wampas, nasty fire-breathing Dragon Slugs, and worst of all: Kraigmiir Hijiin. Scourge of the Snowbeasts and Crusher of Cretins. Vitori Village was her makeshift home, the place where her hulking form resided. Anyone threatening the area usually found their neck crushed beneath her hands. The rest of the time, however, she was generally a gentle giant. Generally. After all, someone who could break bones with minimal effort usually finds it hard to 'take things easy'. If only our poor little fool knew that. But he had no idea where he was, who was there, and what they wanted. Nor did he realize that just up ahead, past a large snow mound, stood Krag herself. In all her frosty glory.

He'd find out soon enough why Vitori was never bothered by those who meant ill.

[member="Xalus"]​

 

[Xalus]

Nor did this so-called "acquisition" know that it was someone entirely different trailing him. Hell, even Xalus knew that he was the only bounty hunter willing enough to come all the way out here to Hoth to bag some random fellow. The reason usually didn't matter to him. As a privately operating soldier for hire, he didn't tend to ask very many questions when it came to his assignments. Merely, he just asked if his client wanted their target dead or alive. It was a simple life; albeit stressful on the occasion.

This wasn't such an occasion.

This little rifle that he carried was some nice-behind piece of kit. Xalus could practically eliminate targets by using a wide variety of assets available right there on the spot. It was nice. Even though he was sure his charge had already spotted him, Xalus kept pressing forward, heaving his steel-muscled legs through the snow. Either he would catch this man with his bare hands or else he'd get bored and just send a slug straight through him. Didn't really matter. Sometimes he just acted.

[member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]

 

[Kraigmiir Hijiin]

Derii knew he was being followed. Several times he had looked back to find a shape moving in the distance. And with each time it seemed to move closer and close. It was safe to say he was frightened. Why did I rob that Hutt's palace? He asked himself that over and over again. Every time he found no suitable answer. Nothing that would possibly make him feel better. So he tried to ignore the sound of crunching snow. Tried to pretend he wasn't being hunted. I'll be okay if I can just get past this ridge. There's supposed to be a village there, right? He wondered. If only he knew what else lie beyond the ice. It was far more than a simple town. Far, far more. Pathetically unaware he quickened his pace. Had he been on flat ground he would be running like mad. Currently he looked like he was just hobbling and hopping around. Based off the sound, Kraigmiir wasn't sure if she was supposed to laugh or be concerned about what was happening. Not that it mattered. She was just past the mound, several Hoth Hogs dragging behind her. It had been a very successful hunt.

But all this noise was worth investigating. Dropping the rope (which the Hogs were tied to) she started trudging towards the fool. Derii was just rounding the corner at that point. He looked behind him, searching for his pursuer, and smacked right into a thick plate of abdomen armor... His head hit someone's stomach. How tall were they?!? Almost nine feet tall, to be exact. And they did not like people running into them. Derii backed up while mumbling apologies. But his boots were no longer touching the ground. Instead they were floating several meters above the top of the snow. Why? Because he had just been picked up. With wide eyes he stared into a lifeless, fur-lined mask. It was terrifying. He was certain this was a bounty hunter sent to kill him. Surely my blood will soon decorate the snow, he thought. The man soiled his loins promptly. A huff was the only response he got at first.

"... Who are you, small one? Why do you wander through snow land, without track or guide?" The beast tipped her head to the side as she spoke broken Basic. Her voice wouldn't give away her gender. Nor would her androgynous figure. Krag simply appeared as a monstrous, and angry, being. When the man replied by fully emptying his bladder she growled. This was a waste of time. She brought up her other hand, gripped the top of his head, and twisted. Derii fell to the snow with barely any sound.

At least he hadn't bleed.

[member="Xalus"]​