You Are Who You Hang Out With

[Seth Huze]

Seth didn't fight when he felt @Myles pull away, the elder teen seemed perfectly capable. The wolfboy watched as Myles grabbed a pipe along with a discarded pipe and make a sort of temporary splint. Seth would laugh at it. The scaver certainly was resourceful. The elder boy hop into the driver seat of the landspeeder and the rev of the engine would be heard. Seth hopped in the passenger seat and heard Myles say something about getting his blaster back later because he didn't seem prepared. Seth would let out a chuckle.

The younger teen had left most of his supplies on Alderaan the blaster would help out a lot.

About part way through the desert Seth would look down at his chest...he forgot his shirt, he chuckled to himself because he felt like a local from one of those beach planets who would take off their shirt at every supposed 'scrap' Seth smiled as he turned to Myles.

​"This Tusken camp...how many we expecting?" ​The teen would ask as he ran his hand through his hair a few times.

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Myles focused on the 'road' ahead. The landspeeder darted through the desert with a trail of dust being left in its wake. For the most part, the landscape was barren and flat with some moisture farms here and there.

"Uh, I dunno. I've heard that these hicks breed like junkrats, so there's some food for thought." he'd say in a stoic tone. It'd seem like Myles was more focused on the mission, or maybe he just didn't feel like talking. That happened sometimes, where he'd just shut up for moments at a time. Maybe he was just enjoying the view as nightfall set in, or maybe he was lost in thought.

Ahead were some rock formations with a gap in the middle, which led to an opening in the center of the place. Light shone through from bonfires and smoke rose through the air. It was like the rocks were hugging the encampment, protecting it with only one way in or out. Unless, of course, you came in from above. As the landspeeder drove ever closer to the encampment, the infamous battlecries of wild raiders echoed through the night winds. Only the screams of the unfortunate followed, a painful tone resonating beyond.

"Probably best if we head in quiet, so I'll take us around back. Hopefully they haven't seen us. You ready?"

[member="Seth Huze"]

 

[Seth Huze]

The road continued on, Myles spoke shortly saying the Tuskens breed like rats. Seth frowned that could change the odds drastically, but if it was to help the people of that town, then Seth was glad to do it.


It was getting darker by the minute, and the twin suns were finally starting to set. The camp was surrounded by a rock formation granting the duo only one way in and one way out. Seth sighed as he drew Myles' blaster. Echoing screams could be heard which sent shivers down the teen's spine. He looked towards Myles.

​"Good idea, the quieter the better." ​Seth said

He took a deep breath as he exited the speeder.

​"Are you kidding, I was born ready bu." He said nervously.

[member="Myles Vylumnar"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

The darkness of nightfall set in, tribal embers glowing in the dark. Once the speeder reached a stop, it was near the rear of the encampment. Unfortunately, the encampment was surrounded by a large rock formation which made it so there was only one way in or out, so the par would have to move quietly toward the entrance. Once there, there would be a large collection of huts or teepees surrounding a campfire... Or to be more detailed, a spitroast. A small group of Tuskens danced around the spitroast as it turned. The chunk of meat almost seemed like a full human boy, but it was too charred and burnt to really tell. At the entrance were piles of bones and even what seemed to be an effigy, but the bones were long-picked clean and the garments tattered. Besides the group performing some sort of tribal dance, the rest were either sleeping within the huts or on patrol atop the rocks.

"You're gonna have to sneak in and take out the ones that are sleeping in their huts... I'll keep an eye out and make sure nobody gets alerted." he'd whisper, propping himself up behind some rocks. It was clear he didn't intend on getting into too much action, what with his fractured leg and all. However, Myles wanted to do his best to stay useful.

After a moment, he peered through his scope to watch the tribal dances. Aiming at the rotating spitroast, he noticed... Oh no... It couldn't be...

[member="Seth Huze"]