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Post by MikDaTv on Dec 31, 2014 22:30:29 GMT -5
Connell Zaroff put his ships systems on spin down. It had been a difficult landing in the thick foliage but he had found a clearing that had been made by a recent flood. The landing gear had sunk into the mud a little but the ship was on sturdy ground otherwise. His ship, the Pequod, cloaked as it settled into the muck, becoming invisible visually through the use of high resolution holo projectors. He preferred to have as little impact on the environment as possible.  The pain in his leg flared as he stood up but he ignored it. The pain would be taken care of soon enough. He grabbed his cane and limped down the corridor to his preparation room. At this point, putting on his gear was a ritual, something he did without actually thinking about it. Once he changed out of his suit and tie into his camouflage clothes and harness he started on his brace. The device fitted over his knee and shin to provide mechanical support to his leg. The shredded Gastrocnemius Muscle in his calf burned when he put the slightest weight on it but the brace supported his body for him, relieving most of the pain. It still ached but it didn't cripple his walking. He took care of the aching by injecting a dose of Oxycodone via syringe directly into his calf. The pain disappeared almost immediately and he sighed. It would come back but not for hours, especially when using the brace. He took his triple barreled disruptor rifle down from the gun rack on the wall and replaced it with his cane. The rifle was a relic but extremely well taken care of. It was custom, originally commissioned by his grandfather 130 years ago. It still fired as straight and powerful as the day it was made. Mostly because Connell's father had never used it once. Connell used it all the time. There was no better rifle for taking out big game.   He put his heavy pistol in its holster and walked out of his prep room and towards the ships exit. The door to his ship opened up and the hot humid air hit him like a slap to the face. He started sweating almost immediately. Combined with the sudden temperature change was the smell. The stink of the jungle flared through his nostrils. It was a sharp combination of both growth and decay. Connell found that each jungle had it's own unique smell. No two were exactly alike. His hand reached down to the cloaking generator on his belt and he flipped the activation switch. His body and gear disappeared behind a veil of shifting color which quickly coalesced into a cloaking field around him. He started out into the jungle, closing up and locking his ship behind him. He'd get himself a rancor if it took him a week. |
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Post by Zilfer on Jan 5, 2015 20:06:00 GMT -5
"Ok ok, so my short cut turned into a long cut and I went a little cheap on the star fighter gas. Your telling me you haven't done the same?" asked Coin looking at his friend with as innocent a look he could? The young man had grown since he had first met Ghost in their clan or squad. They were pretty much brothers at this point just from different species with different ways. He was approaching the age of 23, and he had probably seen more battle than three forths of the universe or at least the inner systems. Judging by his companions stoic stare through a Kaleesh skull mask he figured he wasn't fully out of hot water yet.
"Look at the bright side ghost, you did say one of these days we should take a vacation," said Coin looking around at the wild planet Felucia. His dark skin welcomed the warm rays of what appeared to be early morning. The planet he'd never really heard of but Ghost mentioned he had been here before and with their sudden short supply in fuel mandated they land here. Well they got here but they didn't land per say. Apparently the rodian fixing up their ship had done a shoddy job of fixing the sublight engines, and now they were here. First day had gone by perfect, but that didn't explain why Ghost was on edge. He sighed moving foward through the foilage. The damn place was going to be unbearable if they kept this pace... if it was anything like the day before the heat would become down heavy on them. "Didn't you say there's supposed to be intelligent life on this planet?"
Looking back over his shoulder he friend was no longer there. 'Damnit ghost you could have at least said something before disappearing.' Coin reached over his back drawing his Mandalorian colored BTC-30 with a Mythosaur on the side and a Mando'a phrase for a pact. Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it. His lightsaber was close at hand if he needed it as well but he preferred to rely on the military training he had gone through. The force was warning him of something less however, he had felt it the night before when he had been gazing at the double moons of Felucia. They were beautiful like the planets surface, but something sinister hide beneath the surface of this planet. A feeling of wrongness....
There was a earth shattering shriek that made Coin cover his ears. Like a lightsaber through Beskar it sounded like one of the worst sounds he'd ever heard. Through it all he heard a familiar voice. "COIN MOVE!" came the yell. He looked up just in time to see an Acklay rearing its head to come snapping down at him. It was probably only his reflexes that saved him as he jumped rolling to the side and began a full sprint with his BTC popping off shots as he ran along not looking back. He weaved and dodged through foliage as the thing tore straight through the foliage like it was paper. He looked ahead once he hit a straight away and his heart skipped a beat. He was coming up to a large drop off.
Ghost had left Coin for less than ten minutes to check something that had perked his interest. He thought he had heard a ship land, and indeed one had though in the process of trying to determine whether the ship would hold a friendly crew or one that wouldn't shoot them on sight or worse slavers he saw a wild Acklay heading in the direction of Coin. Whatever he was doing was drawing its attention like a magnet. He cursed in his home language before booking off in that directions. The fool was stuck in deep thought, and it seemed only his yell had snapped him out of it. He'd never seen Coin space like that and he leveled his shatter rifle. He needed to take that thing out. He needed to wait for that perfect shot however...
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 21, 2015 21:16:27 GMT -5
The loud sound of a singularly powerful disruptor blast rang out through the jungle. Connell’s rifle sat in the notch he’d carved in the tree branch with smoke absolutely pouring from the barrel. The quick blind he had put up gave him a good view of his landing sight as well as the clearing beyond. The Acklay was not the target he was after but it wasn’t subtle either. Rancor or not, it would make a good trophy on his wall so he decided to take the shot.
The green disruptor beam was about an inch wide and 3 feet long and when it hit the Acklay it blew a chunk the size of a basketball out of it’s carapace to the right of where it’s long neck met the base of it’s body.
It was only after the smoke cleared from his gun and the dust settled along the path of the shot that he noticed the animal was actually chasing something or rather someone. Connell creased his eyebrows and squinted the sun out his eyes to get a better look. It looked like a man, equipped like a soldier.
Connell broke the barrel on his rifle and the spent disruptor power cell popped out of it’s slot. He inserted a new one and snapped the rifle back into the loaded position. He double checked the carabiner on his belt was secure and then he slipped off the ledge of his blind, sliding along a cable out of the tree and down to the ground.
He deactivated his stealth field generator and made his way in that direction.
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Post by Zilfer on Jan 23, 2015 0:19:33 GMT -5
Sometimes in life there come moments, just very brief ones where life tells you exactly what to do. Most of the time people come to these moments, and they're so bewildered by the voice that they just stand their with confused looks on their faces. Coin had learned this the day he had gotten picked up on Corellia. It did not do well to listen to that voice because if he did, he would have been torn apart by the worst plague to ever hit any planet. Worst of all? It would have been his girlfriend doing the ripping. This particular time the world screamed DUCK! It's safe to say that when that voice came to him there was about a 99% chance you should listen and so he did.
After watching the Acklay fall down at his feet, did he allow himself stand back up from a ducked position. Looking off to where the shot had come from he guessed that what had just been shot was a disruptor. Illegal most places but that didn't stop most people. The reason his squad took to slug throwers is they were less likely to be noticed, and less people wore Inertia shields. He couldn't see anything in that direction but whoever it was if they had wanted him dead they probably would have finished the job though he was thankful for that.
Popping out of a stealth field generator someone was approaching. He decided it was a best not point his gun in the direction of someone packing a weapon that could probably disintegrate him completely. They said you could deflect them with a lightsaber but he hadn't used his own enough to trust a hostile engagement with it.
"Hoi! Nice shot! Clean kill. You don't look military, were you a sniper once upon a time or just spend too much time playing Holosniper4 on the Holocube?" asked Coin trying to be friendly to the man with the big gun. He didn't hide his own either, though it was clear that a BTC-30 generally wasn't the best hunting weapons. "The brochure for this planet lied about it being a great vacation spot. Think I was lucky enough to run into you though."
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Post by MikDaTv on Feb 5, 2015 20:05:57 GMT -5
"Name's Zaroff." Connell said introducing himself. "I'm not military, i'm just a hunter. Came here to bag a trophy or two. Saw the Acklay and took the shot. Your lucky you stayed low, i was aiming low to save the head."
Connell glanced over at the dead Acklay and examined it. The things abdomen was ruined. What was left of it had scorch marks all over it but it's head was intact. "On person's humid hell is a hunters paradise vacation. I've been to a lot of jungles but this one is denser than most." Connell flipped the safety on his rifle to on and leaned the rifle against the Acklay. "You land nearby?" He asked as he withdrew a vibroknife from it's sheath on his belt. "It's probably what spooked the Acklay." He switched the knife on and worked it into the joints around the Acklays neck into it's soft tissue.
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