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    A few night cycles had elapsed on the lone camp on the outskirts of Zakuuls swamps, affording Sleen time to not only survey his surroundings, but piece together various bits of clues and notes made by the team that occupied this location prior. Holding one of their diaries, it was clear from the writing they weren't seasoned hunters nor poachers. Likely just trying to make a quick credit or two. Look where it got them.

    Over the span of days, Sleen developed greater insight into the marsh they now found themselves stranded in. There were a great variety of lifeforms that struggled for survival in the swamps, a perfect display of natural selection and competition. Throw in a few lifeforms that had the capability of using guns and this could be a galactic hotspot for entertainment.

    In the diary from earlier, notes on rather deep imprints in the muddy swamp had left the poachers puzzled, enough so to not pursue the lead, but that appeared to be a mistake. Further reading on the creatures had brought about numerous diagrams on their particular species, as well as the peculiar colour that stained their skin within the marsh. Perhaps the scavengers had mistakenly looked for pink Mawvorrs. Here, they would only find a darker-skinned variety. Much less appealing if someone cared about the colour profile of creatures that would be fighting for them.

    Looking through the camp, the bare-foot Trandoshan stalked towards the figure of Giskosdee, his large figure cutting through the camp swiftly with his hat pulled down just above his brow, a bulging mass evident pressing against the insides of the hat as it struggled to contain the mass of the creature. "The contractor knows these are a variation of the species, right? These are Bog Mawvorrs. Darker hides to blend in with their surroundings." Sleen finished, a rattle evident at the end of his sentence akin to a dangerous animals warning.

    Having informed the have-a-go leader of the potential issue, the Trandoshan peered around the camp until he caught sight of the only other impressively sized crewmate. Once the predators gaze landed upon the Nautolan, a high pitched whistle emitted from his throat to catch his attention, ushering him towards the Rodian and Trandoshan. "I have a good idea on where they will be. Collect the gear you need and let'ss move. Make sure the traps are ready to be used, lasssst thing we need is a malfunction." Sleen hissed, already having the relevant equipment he needed on his person. His carbine would hopefully not have to be used, but you could never be too safe.

    Sleen awaited his companions on the edge of the forest that acted as the maw to the innards of the swamp. They would be travelling deep, close to the heart of the swamp if the notes were anything to go by. The sounds of various exotic creatures already rung out just from this proximity, and they would prove to only get louder once the group finally started walking into the forest with Sleen at the head of the group in case anything alarming was to occur. His infrared vision sporadically lowered to the ground, then up to take in the area for any heat signatures that matched the specified size of the Mawvorrs.

    A few hours passed with the hunter moving in silence aside for almost silent hisses and rattles, seemingly in his zone while he tracked barely visible imprints that he'd caught onto a little while ago. Soon enough on this path, a deep, guttural growl echoed not too far away from the group. Just as written in the book. They were close. Sleen turned around to his companions, nodding his head as indication while he slowly crept forward towards the source of the noise. If the notes were anything to go by, as they had been so far, the Mawvorrs growl acted as an indication of fatigue, yet only time would tell if that proved to be true.
     
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    What had started a purely successful landing, had quickly devolved in a way no one could have foretold. Considering the amount of damage that had been done to the ship, the fact everyone, including BD to his chagrin, was alright was a miracle. This thought comforted the Rodian as the wind rushed back and flared up the cape on his armor. Dressed in full scout armor, their mission today was to initiate the hunt while Klara and the rest fixed the ship, something he was hoping the human could do. He couldn’t help but think of that spunky Jawa he’d almost picked up instead......to bad it gave him the willies to imagine what they looked like under that hood.


    The gentle hum of his swoop bike would slowly grow for the group as he glided it back into camp, leaning over to stop near Sleen. His ship might have been busted worse than a last place pod racer, but at least the shark Repulsorcraft was still in pristine condition. Removing his helmet he’d shake out his blonde wig, golden curls flowing down his green face before leaning forward and kissing the craft.


    Listening to the the Transdoshan he would shrug his shoulders at the question. “Couldn’t tell you shug, that’d been a fine question to ask our buyer, cause we ain’t gonna find out are we? Catch what we can get and a little slick talkin i’ll have to do.” The major annoyance so far was that they hadn’t been able to get the coms array back online, meaning they had never been able to confirm their location. They weren’t the only ones picking up creatures, so the best hope was everyone was doing as poorly as them.


    At his companions words about traps and his whistle for the other muscle member of the crew the Rodian would walk over and give the back panel a bang, causing it to spill open. A thin amount of green liquid would splash out, but more importantly a variety of algae’s and little critters he’d picked up along the way. Sleen hadn’t been the only one reading the journal, and they may have been inept as far as pickin a local, but their traps weren’t half bad. A combination of a little Ruffin it with the local flora, plus some spare expired meds in the ship had led him to craft some laced food that would do the trick in knocking them out. He’d tinkered with the dosage, and he was fairly confident he’d got it right. The culinary arts and a little poison went hand in hand after all, it was all down the the right ingredients.


    Help me set this up Nandi,” He would say patting the nautilan on the chest. Hooking up a sled to the Repulsorcraft he’d gather the rest of the traps. Ropes, the laced food, some limbs and branches for camouflage pre cut and prepared. All in all, a successful amount of materials to bring down, and possibly subdue three beasts for later capture with the cages assuming the ship could be gotten up and running.


    Going at a slow speed he’d drag the supplies with them for as far as possible before they had to drop the bike off to continue. Covering and camouflaging it he would split the robes, and laced food with the three to continue carrying.


    He would continue to let Sleen leading, preferring to be near the back. His Chanti blaster stored in the front panel of the bike, he had one blaster at the hip and the A-10 across his back. For the first time things where going according to plan. As of right on cue a loud noise alerted them that the lizard was looking in the right places.
     
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    The weather was fine until about an hour into their hike, when it started to lightly rain. Not that anyone in the group really seemed to mind. That was the one silver lining of crashing on a swamp planet, half of circus was practically at home and that half was the entirety of dwelo's current company. It would be a few more hours before they found themselves within hearing range of the snoring beast. A sound which was so loud Dwelo couldn't help but get a little anxious. what kind of animal sounded like that. A few seconds would pass before the nautolan decided he didn't feel comfortable only hearing the Mawvorrs, but that he actually had to lay eyes on them.

    The former actor would part the bushes on the cliffside so that he could peer below them, and would be somewhat relieved to see them sleeping peacefully about 10 feet below their current position. Curiosity subsided as he realized it was time to get to work hearing his Rodian partner ask for help. "Sure thing, what do you want me to do" He'd say in a hushed voice as to not awake the sleeping beasts.
     
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    Sounds from the swamp proved comforting to the Trandoshan, it was in the wildlife that he felt a semblance of belonging. In this place, the strong dominated the weak, just as it should be in all places. Sometimes the weaker lifeforms could persevere and outthink those that grew arrogant with their perceived strength, complacent with what they had already achieved. A constant cycle of life. This swamp could be a new home... if he wasn't already planning to make his name greater than some hermit locked away in a marsh.

    The Nautolan briefly breached the foliage that protected them from the sight of the Mawvorrs, to which Sleen accompanied so that he could gaze his own reptilian gaze down upon the inferior lifeforms. How much worth would their lives hold in the eyes of the Scorekeeper? The trigger finger of Sleen momentarily twitched with excitement. Thankfully, his blaster carbine was still slung over his back, a low rattle escaping his throat. One, two, skip a few, eight, nine. There were nine Mawvorrs in this location, preparing to sleep.

    Memory on his various readings of the species, as well as patterns that tended to follow flooded back into his brain. Sleens hand lifted upwards behind the bushes, clenching as if to suggest his crewmates pause for now and don't attempt an action. If the pattern was followed by the miscoloured swamp breed, then some of these creatures would refuse to sleep with the herd. He was unsure on whether this was an act of patrol, or even a form of exile from the groups protection, but it was all the hunters would need to gather their prey. Sleen awaited with bated breath, unflinching in the darkness while hours ticked away. His form remained as still as a statue, a perfectly poised predator awaiting the opportune moment to strike. His companions would have to follow his lead if they desired the same thrilling success that Sleen was willing to deliver unto them.

    After an indeterminable number of hours ticked away, with most of the beasts having been asleep for a good portion of time, Sleens predatory intuition finally became prominent to the group. In an act from the Scorekeeper, three Mawvorrs rustled around before rising, ascending the slope the group were currently on and heading closer to the camp of the group. Sleens hand rose once more, circling around with an extended finger before gesturing towards their position. He now moved with his group to track the beasts in as great of a silence as they could manage, ready for the climax of their plan, speaking in a hushed tone while he lead the group with his infrared, "There should be no backup for them, they'll wander further away. It is their way." He finally explained, approaching the slowly marching troupe at a respectable distance.
     
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    The true stakeout has never been Kodee’s favorite part of a mission, yet in bounty hunting and big game hunting it was a requirement that even he could not deny. His relative reptile Sleen was undoubtedly the larger physical specimen. In close quarters, he was the alpha undoubtedly. His way of hunting was strong, like that of apex beasts knowing of their superiority. As for Kodee, his way of hunting mirrored more the Nexu, all stealth and kill before the prey had ever known he was there.


    During the hours of waiting the Rodian would periodically vanish from the group. Having taken the excess foliage he’d cut earlier he would decorate his armor so that should he stand still he’d essentially vanish with his makeshift gilly suit. Utilizing the magnifier on his HUD he would also examine the beasts. The colors and striations of their flesh, their breathing, any weak points in their armor. Though in the latter that was a more difficult feat.


    The time moves quicker as he found himself things to do by keeping moving. When Sleen’s hunch proved correct, his scouting ahead paid off better than he had expected. This time taking point he would lead the would be hunters through the dense swamp. His large eyes particularly on the ex-actor, already having faith in his fellow true blood hunter. 100 meters.....200 meters.......the distance continued to increase from the watchers and the watched only making it easier for what needed to be done. It was at the point that they would be nearing to turn back that his voice whispered to Dwelo “Aight baby doll, this is yer moment. Motivation for the bit, yer a concerned member of Aliens Against Animal Atrocities aka the AAAA, an This here food is gonna make them purty brown beasties big and bulky.” He’d outline the script of what Dwelo needed to do. Leaving nothing to chance with the instructions.


    Gesturing he would point out the positions that he would need to plant the laced food, and whisper the path he out to take to remain hidden. “Break a leg darling.” Were the last words the nautilan would hear before Kodee all but vanished. In truth he had taken advantage of his home made gilly, and scurried up a dense tree. On his perch he’d remove the scout helmet and hang it from a strap around his belt, giving his blonde locks a shake. His blue eyes would find their way to the blasters scope, while his long fingers positioned themselves ready in the rifle just Incase. Putting the new hunter in his crosshairs he would watch his movements, and that of the beasts intermittently. Just to be safe.
     
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    Technology was a bitch

    Three of the mawvorrs had wandered off just as sleen had predicted, until they came to a stop near a pond in a field full of tall grass. It was at about this time that Kodee signaled him to start the next phase of their plan. He lugged the sealed box of raw meat over his shoulder. With his other hand he'd start venturing into the tall grass, only having to crouch slightly to conceal himself, and moving inch by inch so that the moving grass would not give away his position. The process took about ten minutes to move only a small distance, but he'd finally found himself within twenty yards of the little bastards.

    They looked even meaner up close. At this range he could see their jagged teeth their toned legs, and massive claw. These were beasts of nightmares, and he wandered why anybody would offer what they were being payed to catch these things alive. Getting goosebumps at the sight of them, he'd slowly unsling the box of food from his shoulder and place it on the ground. inside the box was strongly scented food, so that the beast would become aware of it, in his hand was an activator that would open the box when he was a safe distance away from it that would release the scent and attract the mawvorrs.

    He'd move about five yards to the left behind the cover of a rock before he mustered up the courage to press the button waiting for what should have been an obvious scent to waft through the air. But nothing came, and for a moment he wondered if the beast would be able to pick it up. But about 20 seconds went by and none of them had moved in the direction of the meat. Frustrated the nautolan would click the activator 3 times as if he expected that to make it work. But it never did.

    The frog like man now weighed his options, he could either tell the obsessed hunter that his devices had failed. Or he could attempt to fix the problem himself. Fearing Sleen more than the Mawvorrs he decided to go with the latter and slowly inched back to the box, before he used a small knife to pry the box open. As soon as the metal had pierced through the pressurized box the lid popped off covering not just the surrounding area with the scent of the meat, but dwelo as well.

    He'd blink twice before he managed to mutter "****"

    He'd pop his head up to see all three of the Mawvorrs were now aware of him, as well as getting ready to give chase. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" He'd yell as he turned to run away. The role of predator and prey had been reversed.
     
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    The group had stalked the unaware predators for an indeterminable amount of time, yet Sleen was lost in the thrill of the hunt. Tallies to be added up to the Scorekeeper in the sky. The hunt was a bit slower than he would have preferred, yet it was all unfolding just as he had predicted, and the team were pulling their own weight when it came to their portion of the hunt. At least, they were not directly interfering and making his job excessively more difficult. Footstep after footstep, Sleen plodded through the marsh of the land that left his shins and ankles caked in a mixture of mud and other debris.

    Eventually, when they happened upon the trio they'd hunted, it appeared all was going to plan. Sleen looked around the group momentarily to try and find Giskodee, yet he was unable to make him out clearly until he noticed a heat signature relatively close by in the same form of him, albeit it had some foliage around it. Was that him? Sleen was unsure, but he kept his guard up just in case while Dwelo moved to give the Mawvorrs their medicine.

    It appeared all would be going just as they could hope. Dwelo merely had to trigger the device so that the food would come out and it would be fine. Successful hunt. Dwelos repetitive pattern of pressing the activator hinted that something had gone wrong, and his subsequent movement towards the box to try and open it would only add as a testament to the males lack of understanding when it came to the rules of the jungle.

    The box was punctured, spraying the juices and aroma of the meat around the vicinity while coating Dwelo in a tasty amount of it, which naturally caught the attention of the large species that now gazed upon the seemingly lone alien. The sounds of their feet crashing through the mud rung out through the trees and brush. He had to act quickly.

    Sleen charged out from the foliage that shielded him from the view of the Mawvorrs while they continued upon their path of destruction, now engaging with Dwelo while Sleens muscles contracted and spasmed momentarily, the legs in his thighs and calves tightening with his head throwing itself backwards while it shook, releasing a hiss which transitioned into a roar of strength. The sound echoed throughout the heart of the swamp, and when he finally lowered his gaze towards the animals, he worked at pulling his carbine into his hands.

    The Mawvorrs movement slowed down while they released grunts and snorts, yet it hadn't bode too well for Dwelo. He'd already been caught in the tidal wave of flesh, and from Sleens view, it appeared his leg hadn't came out very well. It appeared almost twisted, perhaps even bent inwards, yet he didn't have enough time to worry about the fate of the Nautolan. He would have to survive on his own if he could not keep up.

    Sleen took his place behind the Mawvorrs, hissing erratically when they decided to look behind them so that they kept moving forward. He was ushering them towards the camp, where he hoped that the group would have managed to fix the ship that had been left there. If not, he was not too sure how they would manage to subdue these creatures without resorting to acts which would diminish their value to the buyer.
     
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    The cross hairs of his rifle followed as his actor associate moved through the brush. For a big man, he actually didn’t move to bad Kodee thought to himself. However as he moved in for his one true purpose, The Rodian started to feel bad for all the would be celebrities girlfriends........clearly he lacked a certain touch. His finger continued to mash down on a button, and then his problem solve method was to puncture the box. The results became a blur as the beasts began their rampage.


    Kriffing sleemo....”. Kodee would say, his rifle slung behind him as his helmet was quickly snatched and latched in place. Moving quickly his feet hit the ground as Sleen charged through the brush to assert some form of dominance. To the transdoshan’s credit this seemed to be relatively successful. Utilizing his HUD Kodee followed but the brush until they could get back to where he had stashed his swoop. Throwing off the camouflage, he revved the bike and piloted it through the brush. His long rifle still stored on his back, he hammered down in the left hand side storage container causing the Chanti pistol to expel into his hands.


    Busting through the foliage he would ride behind the three beasts near Sleen. Though his true purpose was to hoist up Dwelo. Once he had the “bait” behind him he revved the engine and passed both Sleen and the Mawvorr to take a lead. With the speed and maneuverability the bike offered, Kodee was able to get close enough and then peel off safely to constantly keep the beasts in the right direction. If one truly started to move to far in one way or another, his Chanti blaster and a well placed shot at the ground would keep them in line well enough.


    It wasn’t until they got to the camp that the true fight began. Forcing the beasts into the cages wasn’t nearly as easy as simply herding them. The first beast was easy enough, as Sleen’s excellent direction had been able to the leader to run headlong in, the lizard man slamming the door shut behind it, the mechanized lock instantly synching shut.


    The second beast was able to be led in via the blaster fire from the Chanti. Again thanks to Sleen for slamming the door shut, all the while Kodee piloted the Repulsorcraft around the perimeter of camp to prevent any escape.


    As for the third, well it ended up being a little less orthodox. As the beast tried to run for the perimeter, he brought the bike around. His fingers gliding over the control panel as his other hand steered as the while feeling the much larger alien behind him. Hitting a button caused a loud Xeno opera to belt out scoring the creature back towards the cages. Zooming in front of it once again he’d hit the turn hard and fast at the cage entry causing Dwelo to topple off, the now living bait leading the beast towards the final confinement. As for the actor who had always claimed to do his own stunts, he was able to roll out of the way and the final latch was closed.


    Parking He’d Jump off, assisting the Nautilan as much as he could. “You know, when I said break a leg....I wasn’t being serious m, but I do appreciate the dedication to orders.” Looking around He’d take in the outskirts of the camp where the cages lay, the beasts snorting and banging against the durasteel. Going over to what had been bait left behind he threw the remainder in to the cages. It would never do the job like the main batch, but it’d be enough to figure out the next steps. “Aight boys, lets go see how my babies doing.” Kodee would say making sure Dwelo could sit behind him on the bike given his present injury.
     
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    Dwelo learned three very important lessons in a very short period of time today. The first was that a nautolan was not faster than a mawvorr. The second was that when a humanoid leg goes against a mawvorrs the mawvorrs wins, his leg broke instantly. The third final and most important lesson was that sleen was just as terrifying to apex predators as he was to people. The trandoshan seemed to effortlessly lure the creatures away through raw intimidation while Kodee came to get him on the back of his bike.

    After Kodee picked him back up the rodian zoomed in front of the reptile and his new animals, recapturing their focus on himself and his meat-like scent, and he watched for a while as they trailed beasts content with eating him. What an odd sensation. All the while the shooting pain in his leg was pretty distracting he tried not to move it to irritate it but there was little he could do when riding on the back of a speeder bike.


    Rounding the first two beasts off was easy enough, but the third was when Kodee got the bright idea to send him flying. He'd immediately fall on his leg, the sheer pain causing him to roll over just before a mawvor was about to trample himself to death. Watching in shock as the beast ran head first into a cage. Before the beast could turn around Dwelo slammed the final cage shut, making sure that this was the last he'd have to deal with the creature before slamming his fist on the ground, in order to distract himself from incredible pain he was feeling.

    At any other moment he might have found his partners joke funny but now he'd only ask him politely to "shut the farkle up, and get me to BD"

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