Return to Dxun

[Prazutis]

Jarell Xaaris steps off his ship into the wet grass feeling the cold rain pelt his armor as he looks around at the untamed jungles and mountains of the place he called home so long ago. He takes a moment listening to the sounds around him trying to remember it all. As he listens he hears the many waterfalls in the distance as well the sounds of the rain hitting the wet grounds of Dxun, the trees brushing along in the wind. Be panders to himself on why he came back here, he knew there was a reason but no sleep in the past few days has fogged his memory. He activated the scanners in his helmet and begin scanning around for any life forms.

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig had been surviving on this moon for some time, the escape from other people was pleasant since his freedom from slavery he just wanted time, he needed time to clear his mind. However, when he saw a ship landing not too far away a bubble of excitement grew within him.

He grabbed his blaster and darted through the jungle, the wet grass making it difficult to not race through in case he fell. He trained his sight on a Mandalorian hunter by the look of him, he licked his lips. He was tempted to kill this man, there was no point, his people had been generous to him in the past.

"What brings you here?" He called out, his finger not too far from the trigger, ready if he was attacked.

[member="Jarell"]

 

[Prazutis]

Jarells scanners picked up the man. Jarell turned them off with a smile behind his T visor helmet. Jarell pointed to the man with his gun ready. Jarell spoke in a heavy voice that was muffled but at the same time sounded as if he was speaking through a comlink.

+Relax boy, if I was going to kill you, you would have already been dead. I'm grew up here, I lived here, my clan and family died here, so you can say I am just revisiting my home. Tell me something, what brings you to a savaged wet dangerous moon ran by the Mando'ade?

Jarell stood still watching the man hand on his EE-3 Carbine Blaster Rifle slung on his side just in case the man attacked.


Fedrig

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig studied the Mandalorian, he took a deep breath and lowered his gun, slightly. Though he didn't intend to attack he wasn't a fool to drop his guard completely. He stepped closer slowly, his stance, his movement all showed he was a trained soldier, his training after he was cloned showed this.

"I'm in a self imposed exile, to understand my purpose, my reason for being." Fedrig's voice was neutral, it was calm yet somewhat cold as he studied the man carefully trying to see what this man would do where.

"I've meet no clans here since my exile, did they move?" Fedrig asked carefully, though he didn't know the jungle well he knew the area around his hut very well.

[member="Jarell"]

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell let go of his blaster and shook his head no. Jarell took a few steps closer to the man. Jarells movement show the signs of a true mandalorian warrior

+no, they were wiped out completely, by Sith. But the Sith died as well, this black cape I wear is made from thier robes. I was in that fight that claimed my clan. If you have been here a while and explored the moon enough you might have seen the ruins of my clans camp, then again maybe not. It happened 5 years ago. It's 120 clicks southeast of the tomb.+

Jarell pressed a button on his right gauntlet and then his ships boarding ramp closed. As Jarell awaited for the man to say something he fidgeted with the collection of lightsaber hilts on his belt.

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig listened carefully as he thought upon the surrounding area. He had seen several encampments abandoned long ago, the jungle had made them nearly disappear but he could still see them. He found the story sad, he never had a family himself or people that he could call a clan like the Mandalorian, he felt like he should offer his help to this man.

"Well, I've seen a couple of camps from time to time. I never looked closely though because the jungle hides a lot of her secrets." Fedrig answered as he stepped to the side and observed the bounty hunter closely. His blaster lowered to his side but he was never off his guard, his eyes were kept on the Mandalorian closely as he scratched his jawline slowly.

[member="Jarell"]

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell nodded watching the man.

+indeed it does. I must go into it. I'm going to reform my Aliit and build a civilization here on Dxun for my Aliit. First thing is first, I need to scout out the location of my old Aliit site, then I'll begin my prep work for the Enclave I plan to build. Now you have one of three choices. 1 stay out of my way, 2 help me, or 3 be a messenger for me. So which is it going to be?+

Jarell walks forward past the man looking through the trees at the cliffs and mountain ranges

 

[Basaba Willamina]

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Jarell"] [member="Fedrig"] [member="Strider Garon"]

The sensors were going off, someone had come towards the moon and alerted the clan on long range as Basaba flexed lifting herself up on the metal rod. Her mechanical arm behind her back as it really didn't need a workout and the muscles f the tall field marshal were tense before she came down. The sisters within the clan here holding the telscopic beskar spears or their rifles before they were heading off towards the section of the village with the computer banks to monitor and see. "Report." Her voice came out while the others moved around strapping on armor in different shades of green to match the area around them. "We have lifesigns on the long range scanners and they are not reading as republic scout. Sending interception teams." She gave a nod of her head while remaining in the tank top and speaking. "Send a message to Strider and the Republic, private transmission. I don't like people on our moon."

 

[Prazutis]

As jarell stood there his sensors started going off for other life forms. He begin looking around trying to figure out where the scanners were picking someone up. Jarell then activated the inferred vision in his helmet looking around. After a moment he spotted heat signatures in range near the top of a cliff. Jarell turned off the inferred and then pressed a button on his right gauntlet. His jet pack activated and he launched up and over the cliff and landing just a few meters away from where his sensors detected life forms. He drew his EE-3 Carbine Blaster Rifle just for saftey, her walked to the people. When he finally got to then he noticed thier armor and nodded to them getting them.

+oi, did not know other mando'ade was still on the moon+

Jarell waited to see what response he would get from them.

[Member=Basaba Willamina]

 

[Edward Blake]

"Well, well, well. Look what I found."

Amid all the rain and vegetation stood a tall, muscular man wearing leather sleeveless armor and cargo pants, finally donning combat boots on the bottom. He sneered at the guy who looked like he had been surviving on nothing but gizka meat for a couple of weeks. That Mando hunter blasted off earlier. Good. This was a covert, black-bag operation. No witnesses. His attention turned back to the lean figure in front of him, holding a worse for wear blaster and tattered clothes. He looked like hell. But that was his mark, all right.

Blake had been assigned the task of tracking down a rogue clone that had escaped Republic control. A picture and last known location, a slave camp, lead him to Dxun. It wasn't easy finding him. Hell, he still didn't know how this grunt even got here. But he definitely matched the description of the missing Rep property.

Blake lowered his blaster rifle, outfitted with a flamethrower attachment, not so useful in this humid, damp environment. He had been told to take the guy in with as minimal damage as possible. Clones were expensive, after all. So he decided to talk to him first, although he doubted the guy would just turn himself in.

"You're Fedrig, runaway Republic property. I'm here to bring you back to the fold. Come quietly, unless you want to spend a couple of weeks in a bacta tank."

The Comedian pointed the rifle in Fedrig's general direction, watching him through puffs of cigar smoke. If this guy's smart, he'll surrender. If not...
Well, he'd have to perform laser surgery to fix the problem.

[member="Jarell"] [member="Basaba Willamina"] [member="Fedrig"]

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell looked to fedrig and shook his head. Jarell had no idea the man was wanted.

+I don't even know the poor sap, you want to take him into custody, go for it, I won't stand in the way+

Jarell stood to the side and looked down the cliff to where fedrig stood

[Member=fedrig] [member=Edward Blake] [member=Basaba Willamina]

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig stood and watched the hunter search for the lifeforms in the jungle, he thought about what he was going to do. He wanted to help him, he knew that he could help him. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the approach of a new person, who did not sound so friendly.

Fedrig turned around quickly, lifting his gun up and taking aim. He listened to the man and shook his head, the Republic didn't clone him, he was a secret. Kamino's last clone trooper he was always told. He watched the man carefully, he was well trained.

"I'm not sure what Republic official told you to hunt him but you've been lied to. I am a clone but I am not someone's property, not now, been a slave once. Never again." Fedrig grunted, finger close to the trigger in case he tries to attack Fedrig.

[member="Jarell"] | [member="Edward Blake"]

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell used his Jet pack and can't down of the cliff and landed behind fedrig. Jarell was quick to pull up his EE-3 Carbine Rifle and point it at Fedrig's head.

+I can't let you do that. He is a vod, my brother, you attack him I kill you, now this is how this is going to play out, your going to lower your blaster and listen to my vod here, because it's not just the two of us you have to worry about. up on that ridge there is more of us. So go ahead lower the blaster and let him speak+


Jarell holds his rifle at the ready finger on the trigger ready to fire a bolt into the back of Fedrig's head just in case.

[Member=Fedrig] [Member=Edward Blake] [member=Basaba Willamina]

 

[Edward Blake]

"Not a Republic clone?"

The Comedian furrowed his brow, still having the gun trained on Fedrig. That's weird, then...someone apparently managed to forge an accurate message telling him to hunt this guy down. Or did the Reps purposely lie to him? Strange.

"My orders are to bring you in. I don't know who you're for, or what they want you for, but I'm taking you with me. Drop the karkin' blaster."

Blake nodded to the hunter who was assisting him. He wasn't sure how he was a vod, but the Comedian guessed that just applied to all warriors. Eddie kept his finger on the trigger as well, ready to blow Fedrig's hand off if he didn't comply...

[member="Jarell"] [member="Fedrig"] [member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig sighed as he felt the Mandalorian train his gun on hus neck. Licking his lip, he studied the other hunter listening to the both of them as his mind whirled thinking of what was going to happen. He spoke to the Mandalorian behind him.

"He's not a Mandalorian, look at him. He is just another hunter. You have no loyalty to him." He spoke calmly his gun not lowered and his finger still close to the trigger as he looked at the hunter.

"I was trained to help the Republic but the Republic did not pay for me nor did they know of my existence till recently." He focussed coldly at this people, "look, Im not going with you." He paused as he thought on what the bounty hunter said.

"Where were you ordered to take me? Kamino?"

[member="Edward Blake"] | [member="Jarell"]

 

[Edward Blake]

"I'm no hunter, kid. It just so happens that I got an assignment that involves finding you. And that information is classified."

Edward was actually supposed to drop the clone off at a predetermined rendezvous point. That was on a need to know basis though.

"Look, put down the blaster or you're gonna get some from both sides. I can still bring in your body and they'll just harvest your DNA," he lied, still pointing the weapon at Fedrig's gun hand.

This was about to get interesting...
[member="Fedrig"] [member="Jarell"]

 

[Prazutis]

+he may not be a mandalorian, but he is a fellow bounty hunter from what I understand+


Jarell keeps his blaster and Fedrigs head waiting for him to lower his blaster

[Member=fedrig] [member=Edward Blake]

 

[Fedrig]

He looks from Edward to Jarell, he sighs deeply as he refuses to drop his weapon as he growled quietly but spotted an opportunity, some sort of advantage if he kept his cool and used his quick thinking.

"He just, like, JUST said he isn't a hunter. So could you kindly drop the gun? It's a little unnerving pointed at my head for no reason at all." He offered a polite smile as he turned to the other man.

"Well unless Im told where Im going not really gunna blindly follow you." Fedrig shrugged, unwilling to follow a complete stranger into a seeming trap.

[member="Edward Blake"] | [member="Jarell"]

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell lowered his rifle and took a step back keeping it at the ready watching fedrig as he listened on to the conversation

 

[Eric Quill]

[member="Jarell"] [member="Fedrig"] [member="Edward Blake"]​

Off in the distance, a young-man walked through the crowded foliage, no skin was visible except for hard metal plating covering his skin from the foliage and anything that would rather eat him then let him live. A metal hand held a machete in hand as it chopped through overhanging vines like a knife through warm butter. Vines clattered along the ground as the machete went through them. The man walked towards the group, unknown of them being at that location. A helmet hid his head from view for the moment and it shielded his face from the cold stingy air of Dxun.​

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The man reached up and unclasped the helmet from his suit and held it under his right arm and walked forwards. His eyes darted around the environment that he was currently in until he heard the sounds of voices up ahead. He then clasped the helmet back unto his head and grabbed a semi-automatic pistol that was attached to his right hip and walked through the bushes in front of him and into the group of three, now four. He noticed that a man's gun was raised at another and he aimed it at the man, will clone. He then began to speak through his helmet, letting of a slight metallic vibe.​

"What, is going on here?!"​