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"I'm sure we can arrange something. We'll have quite a few hours in hyperspace, Ando is quite a trip." Daska settled into the pilot's seat, preparing for the journey ahead. The Trandoshan hadn't planned on acquiring the help of a droid in his travels, but he was far from unsatisfied. A sentient...

The sporadic huts seemed to be in keeping with the impressive architecture of the building across from the group. Daska briefly noted this as being odd, but the notion was overcome with how the humble looking village people reminded him of back home. Whilst the snowy landscape was a stark...

The debris slowly cleared from their path as Fabian became visibly exhausted. Daska didn't see the force in action too much, the practice being uncommon amongst his people, but it never failed to impress him a little. "Nice job. Let's get moving." He said as he patted Fabian on the back...

Daska had bought a hooded fur coat with him specifically because of the temperature, although he doubted it would help to much. He was also carrying a much needed portable heating unit underneath the jacket in an attempt to keep at least his vital organs working and as they stepped out into the...

Looking at Fabian a little angrily, Daska quietly hissed at him. "We're in the hangar, so this way should be the front of the ship." He gestured at the wide corridor in front of them. They had moved into a small alcove to avoid any crew wandering the area and Daska briefly stopped talking as a...

Swerving his attack before he landed, Daska hoped to catch his opponent's left arm with the javelin instead of his head. Unfortunately, this risky attack didn't pay off and a sharp electrical pang in his left side sent him crashing into another crate stack to his right. An audible cracking sound...

The shuttle continued to rock as Daska sat behind the pilot in the ship's cockpit. He was carrying his now familiar set of vibroblade javelins on his back and flicked his knife around through his scaled hands as the other spoke. He had been on a previous mission with Fabian and was familiar with...

One of his shots had hit, but the sneak attack hadn't quite had the desired effect. Whilst he'd hoped to catch the man off guard and knock him down, it looked like Daska would need more than a shot to the legs to take down his opponent. He had developed a substantial pain resistance over years...

Daska parried his opponent's left baton, driving the weapon up and following through with a quick, forceful bash to his elbow. Having deflected one attack, he swiftly redirected his attention to the right baton that was swiftly approaching the side of his head. Daska internally let out a sigh as...

As his attack connected with his opponent's shoulder, Daska felt a burning pain at his chest from a quick counter attack with the electrified batons, causing him to spasm in pain breifly. The other man had moved backwards, giving him a little more space for an attack. They both had their left...

Daska slid back as his blow was deflected, the strong kick following through with a nasty blow to his midsection. He could resist some pain, but all of the pain on both his leg and waist were a distraction from the duel. Daska would have to land some hits on this guy before he became to tired to...

I didn't realise that 100 feet was pretty small until now. Whoops! The crates Daska was using for cover began to shake for a moment before coming crashing towards him. Attempting to dart out of the way to no avail, he stumbled backwards as his cover collapsed and a sudden burst of energy pushed...

As soon as his opponent raised his rifle, Daska swiftly dived behind a stack of crates. Apparently this man was a Crucible soldier, so he'd likely be better suited to open combat like this. However, not all of them operated the same, Daska couldn't afford to make assumptions. He was a stronger...

Daska stood at the opposite side of his opponent on the wide pedestal, taking a brief moment to warm himself in the midday sunlight. He had bundle of javelins tied onto his back and held one in his left hand, the vibrogenerator in its tip making a subtle high-pitched whirr upon movement. His...

The Matriarch crashed to the jungle floor, its many offspring scattering around the clearing. A smile spread across Daska's face, the satisfaction of a well executed kill occupying his mind. Approaching the titanic carcass, he let out a short, contented grunt. This first hunt had unleashed some...

"Look, droid, this is my ship now and I say whether it's good enough." Daska said as he inspected the rather plush interior of the shuttle. "And I think it is." Looking satisfied it would serve him comfortably enough, he made his way to the pilot's cabin. Two leather seats had been installed in...

Daska withdrew from his cover as Fabian spoke. Now that there was no imminent threat, he had time to look around the small, cold room more closely. There was a door on the right wall, looking like it wasn't used particularly often. "Hmm. I suppose they usually use the main exits. If this is an...

"Damn." The beast simply wasn't dying. It also knew Daska was here now. Darting back into the undergrowth, he did his best to blend in with the shades of brown and green. Hastily sliding another javelin out of its sheath, he considered his next strike. The longer this thing was alive for, the...

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Right. Daska guessed he had a co-pilot. Walking with the droid to one of the ship's exits, he spoke. "If it's credits you want, the Accord has what you need and I can pay you out of my own pocket too." The Accord had contacted him, there was a ship in the area that could meet him at Scipio...