Shifting Sands

[Lief]

Jundland Chasm​

Tatooine​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4w2BZXL6Ss​

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Idiot, idiot, idiot...

The sun beat down on here even as deep within the chasm as she was, directly overhead it remained relentless and overbearing. She walked with a very subtle limp, an arm which hung loosely, and twisted synthflesh around her left eye. Truth be told to many she might have been mistaken as a HRD, or at the very least a cyborg that barely retained any of its human self, but she wasn't. Just some down on her luck salvager with an ionized mechanical arm, a face full of scarring which had been torn open, and a lame ankle.

"That's the last time I slug it all the way to Tatooine to carry out a deal, no good low lives."

Screw should have brought the ship around hours ago, but without word from his Captain he wasn't going to do chit. And without her commlink, and with her implants busted, there was no way she'd be sending that signal any time soon. Instead she continued on and on, avoiding the dune sea to her right. There had to be an outpost somewhere, Tatooine was full of them if you stuck to the correct trails.

Licking her bloody lip, Kyra squinted and tried to look beyond the rise. If Connor could see her now, he'd probably laugh in her face and call her a fool. Tell her how he'd been right, how she was weak without him, that she should have stayed by his side and grown with the Darkside. But Connor was a coward, hiding behind his corruption. He couldn't say anything.

With a heavy sigh she pressed on, the idea of getting lost out here at night wasn't pleasant. She felt certain that more than womprats lay within the sand...

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Tick, tick, tick.

Tick.

Tap? Walker looked up with a frown, before realizing his goggles were karked seven ways from Taungday. Wiping 'em with the grease on his palms wasn't gonna do crap either so the smuggler came to an impasse. A sigh escaped him and eventually he decided to just pull them off for a moment. Didn't help at first. Not with the sun suddenly burning into his irises with a vengeance. Several blinks later and a few curses Walk could make out more than his own grease and the half-assembled speeder bike next to him, the dunes, the deep walls of the chasm.

And the approaching form of .... someone.

Friend? Enemy?

Wasn't really obvious from where Walk was sitting, but there wasn't much to do here really. His approach was only mildly covered by the rocks. So whoever the approaching figure was would have no hard time seeing him.

Couldn't leave the speeder here.

Ducatre doubted he had it in him to walk to the nearest settlement - which was still a ways to go. That meant there was only one thing to do here. Another sigh and then he put his best friendly smile on, before waving. Suddenly Walker would almost appear out of nowhere, now that the movement left the natural camo of the dust and sand sticking to him.

"Hey there! Friendly, aye?" Best to assume so, might make the person more positioned towards that angle.

Instead of the next.

Closer she came the less the smile seemed there, especially with the ruined prosthetic, the face seemingly scratched and banged up from here 'til Coruscant. "Dang, you been wrestling with a Krayt out there?"

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

Her skin was red from the scorching sun and the relentless wind which beat sand against her face.

Part of her felt certain that this was as far as she was going to come in life, that she was going to end up falling into the dunes and never arising again, ending up as one of the rotting carcasses that the carrion come to feast on. She had seen a great many skeletons during her journey back from the homestead, most of them were animals but that didn't make it any less ominous of a sight.

So it was that when a voice broke out and the dunes began to shift to her side she jumped in surprise. She had been lost within her thoughts, truly believing herself alone out here... What was someone else doing out here?

"Friendly enough" she said, blinking away some of the haze which had settled over her, "Aye, something like a Krayt" she added with a half-arsed smile that only caused her wounds to ache all the more. If there was a person, there had to be an outpost right?

"Where are you headed?"

[member="Walker Ducarte"]

 

[Delaney Wilder]

[member="Kyra Sol"]

"Headed?" Walker eyed her somewhat closer, noticing just how much worse she looked for the wear once the approach was finished. Definitely got karked up somewhere. By the way of her lips dried out and broken she didn't have any water on her, not any water for a few hours at least. Troubling - made him wonder what got her and if it was nearby. The last thing that Walker needed right now was get caught by a couple of gorram raiders, slavers or other mess that could be wandering around these parts.

"Mos Ila, that's the plan anyway."

What had she been doing... all the way out there?

Civilization was far-off from where they were right now. "Got robbed?"