Ke Pasa
Blood Carver - Hunter
- Joined
- Dec 7, 2019
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Kashyyyk,
Platforms Overlooking The Shadowlands,
Dusk,
Tight, pale-blue eyes scanned over the venerable sea of darkness stretching out between the might canopies of the titanic Kashyyyk forests. Even the alien sight, shaped and engineered by millenniums of evolution for hunting within forests, could not pierce that darkness for more than a fraction longer than a human would. Although the Blood Carver species were arboreal as well by the nature of their own home planet, the forests that molded them were not as extreme or gloom-stricken. Ke Pasa never saw his ancestral lands, even during the two decades he spent touring the galaxy with the Galactic Alliance. All that he knew of them were tales passed down through his displaced tribe's history, stories about vibrant forests of crimson and gold, stretches of wilderness where his iridescent golden carapace served as a natural camouflage. Kashyyyk was different though- dark, foreboding, so ridiculously gigantic as if the entire planet was shaped by some twisted, megalomaniac mind. Looking into that gaping abyss Ke Pasa found it surprising that planet with such a malevolent aura at its heart bore such a honorable and benevolent people as the Wookiees.
He would have to find time to reflect upon Kashyyyk and its nature later on however, as he did not come there for sight-seeing and meditation. His beaked snout flickered up, searching for glimpses of sunlight through the crowns of thick branches and leaves above. Few could be seen now, visibly colored with amber and crimson. Night was approaching fast, and with it the time of their hunt. As Ke Pasa grabbed his helmet, resting on a hand-rail post near him, he hoped that in this hunt he will finally find his redemption and that the Terentatek's head will be his ticket back home and an end to his Extension.
The insectoid hunter slipped the elongated full helmet on, its metal plates encasing over his head and giving off a light hiss of an air seal being completed. The silvery metal pieces of his Ranger armor were caked in Kashyyyk dirt and mug, grime from the Shadowlands he smeared over his hunting armor as a layer of camouflage, and mask to his scent and heat. He turned back from the railing then, his hunting blaster rifle slung on his back, his sheathed vibrosword, Westar-1 pistol, and a hunting vibroblade all hanging at various points on his belt. He was currently on one of the lower circular vantage platforms, jutting out from the skyscraper-thick trunk of a tree like a horizontal fungus. It was one of the platforms with direct access to the Shadowlands, and the meeting point other hunters making up the team he would go with agreed upon.
Some of the other hunters would surely already be there, preparing their equipment and mental state for the hunt to come in their own way, others may just be arriving now. Either way, Ke Pasa stepped up towards the center of the platform, striding out with smooth, long gait of his slender thrice-jointed legs hidden behind the tightly enveloping body-glove and armor plates of his suit.
Kashyyyk,
Platforms Overlooking The Shadowlands,
Dusk,
Tight, pale-blue eyes scanned over the venerable sea of darkness stretching out between the might canopies of the titanic Kashyyyk forests. Even the alien sight, shaped and engineered by millenniums of evolution for hunting within forests, could not pierce that darkness for more than a fraction longer than a human would. Although the Blood Carver species were arboreal as well by the nature of their own home planet, the forests that molded them were not as extreme or gloom-stricken. Ke Pasa never saw his ancestral lands, even during the two decades he spent touring the galaxy with the Galactic Alliance. All that he knew of them were tales passed down through his displaced tribe's history, stories about vibrant forests of crimson and gold, stretches of wilderness where his iridescent golden carapace served as a natural camouflage. Kashyyyk was different though- dark, foreboding, so ridiculously gigantic as if the entire planet was shaped by some twisted, megalomaniac mind. Looking into that gaping abyss Ke Pasa found it surprising that planet with such a malevolent aura at its heart bore such a honorable and benevolent people as the Wookiees.
He would have to find time to reflect upon Kashyyyk and its nature later on however, as he did not come there for sight-seeing and meditation. His beaked snout flickered up, searching for glimpses of sunlight through the crowns of thick branches and leaves above. Few could be seen now, visibly colored with amber and crimson. Night was approaching fast, and with it the time of their hunt. As Ke Pasa grabbed his helmet, resting on a hand-rail post near him, he hoped that in this hunt he will finally find his redemption and that the Terentatek's head will be his ticket back home and an end to his Extension.
The insectoid hunter slipped the elongated full helmet on, its metal plates encasing over his head and giving off a light hiss of an air seal being completed. The silvery metal pieces of his Ranger armor were caked in Kashyyyk dirt and mug, grime from the Shadowlands he smeared over his hunting armor as a layer of camouflage, and mask to his scent and heat. He turned back from the railing then, his hunting blaster rifle slung on his back, his sheathed vibrosword, Westar-1 pistol, and a hunting vibroblade all hanging at various points on his belt. He was currently on one of the lower circular vantage platforms, jutting out from the skyscraper-thick trunk of a tree like a horizontal fungus. It was one of the platforms with direct access to the Shadowlands, and the meeting point other hunters making up the team he would go with agreed upon.
Some of the other hunters would surely already be there, preparing their equipment and mental state for the hunt to come in their own way, others may just be arriving now. Either way, Ke Pasa stepped up towards the center of the platform, striding out with smooth, long gait of his slender thrice-jointed legs hidden behind the tightly enveloping body-glove and armor plates of his suit.