Willulf Montari
Herumtreiber
Umbara
Wil messed up... really bad this time.
As a job hopper he found himself seeking employment anywhere and everywhere. Money wasn't hard to acquire by any means but he had left behind that quick and easy way of collecting credits. So job hopping became a center piece of his lifestyle. It wasn't so bad really. There were times even when he had money that he lived simple. Only buying and using the minimum of what each day called for. Life was normal that way for him.
So how did the job hopping man mess up? An ad had been posted on the net about a demand for hunters. The employer claimed to provide the weaponry, various tools, and transportation that would be needed. Wil was skeptical of it but money had to be made for his survival. He went for the job and everything seemed alright. Along with a couple other dozen men, he showed up to the designated location anand hopped into the ship. All was going well as they headed for their drop off. The ship ended up taking a detour towards a sinister looking world.
It was all a blur but these other men sent various attacks his way. Wil reacted fast enough to take down the first few. The rest quickly overwhelmed his physical strength. After some struggling, the hatch opened and one of the guys sent Wil flying out of the ship onto the ground. The fall was almost fatal... he recovered however using a bit of the force as well as a few calculated rolls. He attempted to get up and he found success but a sharp pain appeared in his head. His hand reached to feel the inflicted area, only to find a nice gash in his head. Some blood made it's way out.
The whole environment was extremely odd. It was difficult to see in all directions and it was nothing short of creepy. Wil had to find shelter soon. He was unfamiliar with this world and an injury sprung itself upon him. Anymore attacks and he would fall victim to the darkness. His conciousness was also hard to hold onto. Time was scarce.
Eventually he discovered an empty building. Perhaps abandoned. He cautiously entered while searching for something to rest on. Luckily, a bed was in there. That's where he chose to rest his eyes. Doing so may have been risky but he felt like he'd pass out any second anyways. Whatever would happen, he could only accept. Wil removed his coat and set his blasters beside his waist on the bed, just in case. And nap time followed. What would become of this mess?
[member="Seo Linn"]
Wil messed up... really bad this time.
As a job hopper he found himself seeking employment anywhere and everywhere. Money wasn't hard to acquire by any means but he had left behind that quick and easy way of collecting credits. So job hopping became a center piece of his lifestyle. It wasn't so bad really. There were times even when he had money that he lived simple. Only buying and using the minimum of what each day called for. Life was normal that way for him.
So how did the job hopping man mess up? An ad had been posted on the net about a demand for hunters. The employer claimed to provide the weaponry, various tools, and transportation that would be needed. Wil was skeptical of it but money had to be made for his survival. He went for the job and everything seemed alright. Along with a couple other dozen men, he showed up to the designated location anand hopped into the ship. All was going well as they headed for their drop off. The ship ended up taking a detour towards a sinister looking world.
It was all a blur but these other men sent various attacks his way. Wil reacted fast enough to take down the first few. The rest quickly overwhelmed his physical strength. After some struggling, the hatch opened and one of the guys sent Wil flying out of the ship onto the ground. The fall was almost fatal... he recovered however using a bit of the force as well as a few calculated rolls. He attempted to get up and he found success but a sharp pain appeared in his head. His hand reached to feel the inflicted area, only to find a nice gash in his head. Some blood made it's way out.
The whole environment was extremely odd. It was difficult to see in all directions and it was nothing short of creepy. Wil had to find shelter soon. He was unfamiliar with this world and an injury sprung itself upon him. Anymore attacks and he would fall victim to the darkness. His conciousness was also hard to hold onto. Time was scarce.
Eventually he discovered an empty building. Perhaps abandoned. He cautiously entered while searching for something to rest on. Luckily, a bed was in there. That's where he chose to rest his eyes. Doing so may have been risky but he felt like he'd pass out any second anyways. Whatever would happen, he could only accept. Wil removed his coat and set his blasters beside his waist on the bed, just in case. And nap time followed. What would become of this mess?
[member="Seo Linn"]