What was lost, can be found. (Arrbi Betna)

[Arla Ordo]

Arla watched, through the scope and then behind them she knew the moment the first one fell they'd start to look, when the second fell they'd be in all out search mode. The scream could be heard from the group as they looked upwards trying to find their location.

They still had time, he could get off a few more before the hit the paths heading up the ridgelines. Arla looked through the scope, already two were missing. "Two missing probably going to come up the path to find us." Yes us, raiders could find them both. Arla made sure the weapon she had was loaded This was one job she wasn't sure she was cut out for, that of sniper. It wasn't that she valued life more than Arrbi she just didn't know if it was in her to do it.

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna fired and another Tusken fell to the sand. He worked the bolt and took aim again. A second later, another fell. He worked like a machine and the weapon matched him. One by one the Tuskens fell, the few remaining seeking cover and safety behind whatever they could find.

Betna didn't take his attention away from the scope, but figured he had enough of a lull to make sure his companion was fine.

"Anything moving nearby?" he asked.

@[member="Arla Balor"]

 

[Arla Ordo]

Arla looked through the scope and then lifted her head to listen, "nope everything seems good to go" She looked down still she might not be cut out for bounty hunting least not right now.

She still felt odd about this. Perhaps in time her demeanor would change and this would seem like business. She nodded. "Do we need to get more?"

[member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"Unfortunately, the contractor wants them wiped out," was all that Betna said.

It was an ugly, horrid job, but someone had to do it. He'd seen the other bounty hunters that were interested. Sadistic thugs and brutes all. One he knew by reputation enjoyed skinning those he'd killed to make leather for himself. Another he knew had rumors about them over cannibalizing the dead, and more than one was very true. He'd seen the aftermath of one incident with his own eyes years ago.

It was a terrible job, but at least this way it was clean. No mutilations, no dismembering, just a clean and quick kill. For Betna, it wasn't a mercy killing. It was... it was the best he could do with what he had been given. The pay involved was because he needed it, not because he wanted it.

His rifle now dry, he started reloading the weapon. Few raiders were alive down below. There were no wounded, Betna had made sure to place his shots as perfectly as possible. Clean killing was how he operated and he loathed leaving anything badly wounded on the field. Perhaps that was his ancestral pull, in a way. A hunter's obligation to what he hunted.

"There's only a few left," he said quietly after a moment, his tone solemn.

[member="Arla Balor"]