The First Time, And Hopefully not the Last (Darth Ferus)

[Ak'lya]

Dromund Kaas. He didn't know why he was here, but he was. Here, and tense. This place was deserted, but life in the Jungle of Myrkr taught you to be careful. He racked the slide on his scattergun. The wooden grip was smooth in his hand. And then, a flash in the corner of his eye.

Movement. A predator. Hunting a little like a vorskinr did. Although, it did have a full news on him. Gripping the weapon tighter, he readied himself. But no attack came. Instead, he say a figure ahead. He began to walk to it, keeping his senses open to any sudden movements.
[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak stared down towards [member="Tarian Keldau"] as he approached. The Mandalorians had Dromund Kaas as their own little playhouse. Coming to one of the most impressive Sith planets like a vacation. A hunt. This made Ferus angry. But what was worse was the fact the Mandalorians did nothing to tame the planet. His Iridonian teachings screamed at him, screamed for the strongest to rule. He watched the man. Waited.

He made no move to attack, no, attacking now would be foolish. Wait and see. Wait and see who this Mandalorian is. What he may be capable of. If he would choose words over action. But either way, no matter if he attacked, spoke, or even ran, there would be a fight this day.

 

[Ak'lya]

The flash in the corner of his eye manifested into a Vine Cat, which jumped at him with blinding speed. Years of reflexes kicked in and the scattergun came up. The beast took a blast to the chest, and he racked the slide again, and stepped aside as the beast fell dead. He looked back to [member="Darth Ferus"], the expressionless helmet giving no sense of his thoughts or emotions. He began walking to him again.