To Kill a Dragon: Lirka's quest to pay off Drinking Debts [PM to join]

[Lirka Ka]

[SIZE=11pt]Now, it could never be said Lirka would ever return to “mercenary” work by choice: all the more reason why she had taken a rather exotic job in the disgusting and worthless dustball that was Tatooine.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Now, the actual reasoning [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]why [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Lirka was here was an amusing one, filled with a fine night of drinking, and a realization on how the Confederacy worked on paying for parts of her “lifestyle” (seems it only went to medical bills and fixing her toys), of course drinking debts weren’t the only reason she was here. A small personal project needed some funding as well, and now, she was off fulfilling the exotic whims of the Galactic rich along with the other unfortunate souls that had signed on for the hardy sum that was coming with the job. What was this job? They were going to go get the Pearl of a Greater Krayt Dragon, it was the perfect task for a lunatic like Lirka.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]And whichever other person was desperate or crazy enough to join into the team.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]As of currently, the Sephi lounged in a small and abandoned farmstead that had come to serve as the meeting place for the “merry” band of hunters, with her back resting against the wall: her Klaive resting right next to her, and her helmet sitting on a nearby chair her icy blue eyes examined everyone who had showed up or was filing in.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Oh, how disgustingly nostalgic it felt to be back in with the “underworld”.[/SIZE]​

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: TATOOINE, ABANDONED FARMSTEAD​

CURRENT MOOD: UNEASY​

Ghorua had never hunted anything other than people.

His skillset, his loadout, all of his experience, was in taking down other sentient beings. He was used to tracking them by their credit trail and informants, not footprints in shifting sand. He'd taken on entire gangs of poorly-trained thugs, and half an army of rogue Sith troopers within an enormous battlefield.

But never anything bigger than him.

That would be an interesting challenge.

The Shark sped through the Tatooine desert on an oversized landspeeder. He figured he'd keep his ship safe in the nearest town, instead of flying it out. Ghorua's protege, Nibal Han, was keeping an eye on it, and doing a small job in town on the side. He detested the hot, dry air, as Ghorua knew, and decided he would, in fact, not be venturing into the wastes to track down an immeasurably powerful beast.

The speeder zipped up to the designated meeting point, and Ghorua disembarked, landing in the dusty sand. His armor and charging apparatus for it were in the back of his vehicle, a necessity for this job. His small arsenal of weapons were also locked away securely, a caution, to make sure they weren't jammed by the rare sandstorm.

Ghorua himself, wearing thin clothes that defined his 10'5'' frame rather nicely, plodded towards the rustic sand-scorched building, and let himself inside with a grumble. The bounty hunter had to duck to fit in the homely farmhouse, bending at an odd, uncomfortable angle.

Ghorua first saw [member="Lirka Ka"] leaning against a wall, and his inquisitive eyes gathered details. Odd weapon, relaxed posture, gathering information just as he did. A professional.

Despite his awkward posture, Ghorua smiled winningly, revealing razor-sharp teeth. "Sorry I'm late. Getting through the spaceport was a nightmare." He stepped forward, offering a hand to shake.

"Ghorua the Shark. Bounty Hunter extraordinaire." He backtracked knowingly. "Well, just Hunter extraordinaire will do for today."

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka had fought a lot of beasts during her glory days in the pits of Choah, dueled an Acklay, wrestled a Slice Hound, fought all kinds of creatures with blade in hand. What she hadn't done? Fought a creature that was big enough to be practically be considered a starship, 100 meters, that's how big these Greater Krayt Dragons were. Truly impressive the creatures the Galaxy could spit out.

"Think that's most of yes, no?"

One thing Lirka was not known for in her former career in the Underworld was being particularly friendly: though instead of simply rude she was just far more gruff that most would consider proper. She didn't want to be here, but she just needed the money.

She scanned over the new comer a good handful of times. She could take a good guess they would be carrying most of the wait, what she saw around them? A whole lotta bait for the beast.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua quirked the side of his lip at the woman's response. He'd come to the same conclusion she had; the rest of these people were filler. They didn't carry themselves with anything but false confidence. All here were scared for the upcoming challenge, except for this strange being across from him, and himself.

"I suppose," the Shark returned, apparently unperturbed by the rough answer. Ghorua had a reputation as a professional businessman, and jolly employee. He had to keep appearances up, after all.

The tall being sat down on the floor, the only place he could fit, and took his giant vibroknife out of his boot, dancing it between his fingers dexterously. He watched it with his bottomless eyes, flicking them back and forth as the blade did.

"When do we head out?" Ghorua directed the question at the room itself, not caring who answered, if anyone.

- [member="Lirka Ka"] -

 

[Lirka Ka]

What was fear to someone who has danced with death too many times to be considered healthy? Well it was a thing, but, it mattered just a little less this time around. Come on, 100 meters tall wasn't that big. Impressive as it may look when it went hunting.

Grunting, the woman stood up and her metal boots practically slammed across the ground: her helmet flew into one of her gauntlets and was onto her head with the hiss of pressurization all but immediately. Lirka had her own reputation back when she was a mercenary, cold, brutal, and simply unpleasant. And only half intentionally did she actually go and fulfill the old bit. Part of it was that she simply didn't like work like this anymore.

"Now."

She grinned under her helmet, it would be a lie to say she wasn't excited to go hunting.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Skice Variger]

It is at this moment that Skice had entered the steaming old rust bucket looking around in awe as if waiting for the room itself to give an answer of some sorts. She pulled her cloak tightly over her head to offer at least some protection against the dancing sand on the floor and in the air. She endless crowd filled the room to the brim with hot breath and a peculiar smell that was none too pleasing.

It was next to impossible to single out anyone in the room apart from a woman in a Dark In clouded suit and freakishly large shark with a trigger happy arsenal. This was Skice's first and quite possibly only chance to prove make a name for herself in the galaxy she had been training for years and now was the singular time that any of it meant something.

She squeezed through the tight crowd towards the couple before they set off. "Maybe they know whos in charge, maybe they can point me in the right direction." she thought. If there was a chance to get her wasted life going it was now, she pushed and shoved until she was right on top of her target. "Hey! Um are you in charge?"



​​​Lirka Ka

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

"Wonderful."

Ghorua grinned as if he had just been told pleasant news at a fancy party. No vicious savagery tainted his heart. He didn't relish the joy of dismembering some poor animal. But he liked battle. He liked getting his blood pumping.

He returned his blade to his boot, listening as the thrumming blade silenced itself in his sheathe. He stood up as well, quick eyes noting the supernatural donning of Lirka's helmet. Either she had electromagnetic equipment in her gloves...

Or she was Force-Sensetive.

Knowing the Shark's luck, it was probably the latter. He could barely set foot on a planet without stepping on a Forcie's toes. He'd keep that in mind. Normal people, he understood. Normal people, he could dismantle the mind of, figure out what it was that made them tic. But Forcies were as unpredictable as they came.

Speaking of unpredictable.

Ghorua turned on the young Mirialan, sizing her up just as he did the rest of the band. He could practically taste the inexperience in the air, like a miasma of optimism. It was refreshing. But Ghorua never took first impressions at face value.

As he took another moment, he could see the measure in her gait, the balance in her stance. Maybe this young cinnamon roll might survive what was to come.

"I believe you're looking at her," Ghorua stated plainly, shooting eyes at Lirka. Maybe a bit of a bold presumption, but it made sense. Forcies needed lightsabers. Lightsabers could be made out of Krayt Dragon Pearls. And she was the only one here that radiated any sense of authority.

It doesn't take a genius, but it sure does help to be one.

The Herglic stood up, crunched over still by the low ceiling. He chuckled to himself, imagining just how strange he must look. He began to walk outside, giant steps quaking the ground, deferring the young hunter to the older one.

- [member="Lirka Ka"] - [member="Skice Variger"] -

 

[Skice Variger]

Skice could practically hold back a cocky smile she had much combat training and was yearning for the chance to finally use it but she had hardly thought that she would be facing a beast that might as well be able to blow her away like a leaf in the wind. It caused a weird mixture of anticipation and fear in her breath ​and even more in her speaking. ​She turned her body towards the woman in the armor the kept the whole galaxy from peering in ​"So *cough* um your the one in charge? Makes sense everyone else just seems like there here to see whos brave enough to actually go​ on this expedition." ​

She had always been good at reading people their true intentions it was always painted all over their face their hands words and movements. But these two were indecipherable they barely moved and even then the shark kept a plain face and the other couldn't be seen past her armor. Skice pulled out her orange light dagger (lightsaber but shorter) and began swinging it around. "So where is this thing?"

 

[Lirka Ka]

"Money. That's all, the pay is fine for the pearl and that is all I care about."

Lirka looked down at the girl with a continued amusement that was completely lost in the blank visage of her helmet. Even more so, Lirka was amused by her little toy, was she stuck dealing with another cultist with an ego? She didn't know, but to be frank, she could care less: if the runt got in her way, she would just have to tear her apart limb by limb as an overly pleasant reminder to stay out of her way.

But her question made Lirka laugh, it was a rough thing when it came out of her helmet.

"Oh I wish I knew, it's under the sands. Invisible to our eyes, until it decides to devour us whole that is."

That ever slight hint of fear was intoxicating, might as well boost up the old reputation this time around: even if she had abandoned mercenary work.

"Now, let's all go become lunch: shall we?"

It was an uncharacteristic sarcasm that Lirka had picked up working with the Confederacy, and it oozed out of the statement. Without another word the woman moved on with the sound of metal boots practically stomping against the hard floor of the home (far from intentionally, they were not silent boots), heading for the nearest of the airspeeders provided to the crew and throwing herself into the passenger side.

[member="Skice Variger"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Skice Variger]

Skice turned off her Lightdagger and clamped the hilt to her belt as Lirka was exiting the room she could not directly read her thoughts they were too clouded but she could feel the tone surrounding them.

*Scoff* "​What a leader you are.​" She said under her breath with a growing impatience

She was used to working with people who thought she was just some kid that had no experience and just had a itching trigger finger but she wasn't she was something more, someone ​more and it was this self image that allows her to have no moral connotation when it comes to work like this.

​She began following behind the horde now filing through the singular door. Trying to get through was like having a angry beast use your skull as a drum.She was tempted to use the Force to lift all the thugs off the floor and out of her way.

​But she decided it was best to not reveal her affinity yet. She trudged her way outside and saw the woman incased in a suit sitting in the passenger side of one of the Airspeeders.

She was tempted to jump inside with her but she could feel the animosity so she thought to herself ​"Ill steer clear of her...for now anyway."​ That was always her problem Skice always thinks she's in charge of a situation.

​-Lirka Ka Ghorua the shark-