“Dust to Dust” (Open)

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“Dust to Dust” (CLOSED)

It was her first and only time off the colony and she had already gotten lost in town; for a seven year old that was quite the tear- worthy predicament to be in.

And she acted accordingly.

Stasha Evie was a Zabrak, though she’d never set foot on any other planet other then her colony at the time - or strayed so far from her human mother, she had the thorny crown to prove herself of the species. As she sulked on the ground, hastily wiping her honey colored eyes of sadness she looked up to meet the face of boy her age. He was a tan iridonian with a hardy green tint to his skin and small vestigial horns poking from his scalp like barbs with wide dark eyes full of curiosity.

The little girl sniffed deeply and stood to meet his gaze when he shouted…

“here!”

He then jutted out his hand forcefully holding a flower with dirt still clinging to its exposed roots.

She looked at him confused and he shook the gift with a frown.

“Take it!” he demanded.

“I don’t want it!” she growled, throwing back her arms in rebellion.

His chin wrinkled and he thrust the lily forward twice as hard, dirt spraying her pretty pale face.

“uhn!” she spat, wiping her eyes. “What’s wrong with you! I-”

He silence her with a kiss. A little innocent peck on the lips that was swift and childish.
Her cheeks went red. A muffled voice called and the boy quickly turned to meet it.

“You’re pretty!” he said before rushing off.

She was frozen as he left, the corners of her mouth slowly turning up in to an awkward smile.

Then she too was found.

“Stasha!” a familiar voice rang.

“Mom!” the girl named cried, hugging her parent’s waist as high as she could reach.

“Don’t do that! I hate when you wonder off!” the young raven haired woman said, returning the embrace with a sigh of relief.

“Sorry…”

Her mother shook her head and reached for her purse.

“Look what your sister found.” she said, revealing a doll of dark blue cloth.

“Ashes!” the child happily gushed, snatching up the toy and pressing it to her tightly with bliss.

“Hey mom guess what!” she asked, walking hand in hand with the human.

“what is it honey?”

“A boy kissed me today!”




Evie let out a cry as dirt sprayed her face, it dust coated her hair and eyes leaving her irritated, awake and burning with anger. She had been on Onderon now for a week. After a quickly resolved bounty in a faraway town on the outskirts of the planet she found herself with out transportation back to the Hunter’s HQ on Coruscant. The small area to which she had been dispatched was so isolated from society and technology she had to travel with a large caravan to the nearest trade center and from there the capital Iziz. She had followed their trial thought the mountains alongside traders and drifters- it had been three days since she began.

The ones responsible for her dirt bath were playing near her tent where she rested in the shade a moment before they resumed the march. A group of native boys from various vagabond families.

The black clad horned woman stepped from the shadow of her cover and stopped one youngster by his collar.

Her milky skin was stained with new flecks of brown.

“Excuse me!” she grumbled. “ I think you owe me an apology!”

He turned looking guilty but taken by surprise by her touch.

“huh?”

“ You just kicked dirt all over me- now say sorry.” She crossed her arms and shut her eyes to wait.

After his response wasn’t immediate she threw them back to her sides and shouted:

“Say sorry!”

He jumped and muttered an apology.

“I’m sorry, Evie.” She corrected and he repeated her line in monotone.

“Show us a trick! Show us a trick!” his friends chimed, she was new to them, a beautiful adult who noticed their existence rather then shooing them away, they had grow fond her in the short time of her joining the caravan- it didn’t take long for eight year old boys to develop crushes on pretty women after all….but this pretty woman also had a gun and that made her worlds more amusing in their book.

Evie sighed deeply and removed two of her sting beams from their holsters. She wagged a finger in warning before saying in mock reluctance:

“One more time- and only because Malaka missed it last time.”

The boy addressed by name smiled to himself.

The Zabrak then twirled the guns, tossing and catching them as the children let out “oohs” and “awes” in astonishment.

Then one went off sending a blast to the sky and she lost her concentration, cursing and clumsily dropping the blasters to the dirt floor.

They laughed hysterically.

“always make sure the safety is on…” she said, scooping up her weapons hastily with her cheeks heated red.

When again she raised her eyes a tall man of her species stood before her with his arms crossed. The boys grew quiet. Getting to her feet she quickly concealed her weapons and wiped her mouth, looking him in fathomless depths of his eyes. His name was Roh, an Onderon native like the rest who had appointed himself guardian of the travelers. Throughout the trip he had walked along side the navigator, deterring threats and repeatedly checking in on the female bounty hunter. He was a strong man with large eyes, tan skin cracked with vestigial horns and facial tattoos that curled about his cheeks and forehead, his hair was long and dark to his shoulders and he often wore a wrap over his head to shield himself from the sand and elements..


“We’re about to get moving…” he said, looking back over his shoulder as the kids waved Evie goodbye and returned to the front.

“One more night should do it…then we’ll be at the capital by nightfall the next day.”

She let his words soak in and nodded. He was quiet man and he had just spoken more in the past few minutes then he had all week.

“I’ll get my things.” she replied, turning to ready her tent for the journey.

“Evie…” Roh stopped her by her wrist.

‘oh boy…’ she assumed he would scold her for the second time about her blasters and another lecture of safety would ensue. Instead he took both her hands in his as she turned.

“it was very nice to meet you…” he said, avoiding her gaze. He tugged at his turban and then took his leave.

“You too….” she raised her eyebrows and smirked to herself, shaking her head as she readied her pack for the journey ahead. Onderonians were strange, she would never understand them…

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As the caravan steadily moved along the heat intensified. Evie began to lag behind, letting quicker travelers bypass her as she panted and wiped sweat from her brow. Raising her hand like a salute to block out the blazing light she spotted an old human woman hobbling along with the various vendors in line. At her side was a small Twi'lek girl, a slave with navy skin so dark it was nearly black and Florissant almond shaped eyes like emeralds. On her back she carried a large jug of water.

“hey!” Stasha hailed the old woman, coming to her side with a smile and gesturing at the container the slave shouldered.

“I’d like to buy that! How much?”

The old woman squinted and leaned towards the Zabrak to better hear the request.

“… Buy…?” she asked

“Yes, the water-” Evie laughed, she reached into her pack pulling out several credits.

“Buy!” the old woman exclaimed with realization nodding her head, she then removed the water jug from the slave girl’s back.

“Oh yes…thanks be to-”

The old woman ushered the girl forward and continued her pace with the water in her arms, she had mis understood the request.

“N-no…I meant the water not the Twi'lek!” Stasha gently corrected, catching up to the woman’s side and reaching out her hand to stop her.

“Buy.” the woman nodded and continued with satisfaction. It was not mutual.

“No! “ Stasha corrected a little harsher.

“I don’t want her! I wanted water!” a family passed and squeezed into the space between them, obscuring the elder from view.

“Wait!” Evie called trying to see around the growing numbers of bodies clouding her sight.

“Give me my money back I don’t want this!”

It was too late.

“Dammit!” she spat.

The little Twi'lek stared at her blank of expression.

“I don’t even advocate the slave trade what am I supposed to do with this thing!” cried the Zabrak, throwing her arms about in a tantrum.

A heavy set human hobbled by and Evie seized him.

“Sir! Sir, would you like to buy a slave?” she asked pleadingly.

He looked over the girl, unimpressed.

“I’ll buy her for an hour.” he replied with a reluctant tone of settlement.

“An hour…? I’m not renting her out I’m- OH! You are a sick man! Keep moving!” Evie growled, shoving him back on course.


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“Aayla.” Evie said.

No response, the little Twi'lek continued to eat the last of her sweet melon in silence.

“Merrill.” Evie said.

She responded by reaching for more food, taking her new master’s portion from her lap and devouring it quickly.

“That was mine but …Ok.” The Zabrak said, scratching the back of her head in disdain. Night had fallen and the heat had ebbed, replaced with a chill and low winds. She had retired to her tent for the time being but found it’s new addition troubling. She knew she shouldn’t label or even acknowledge the Twi’lek’s existence but she tired of referring to her as “kid”.

“Ahh….” She fell from her crossed legged sitting position to her back.

“I should just call you waste of cre-” she felt a weight press down on her stomach and lifted her head to find the girl using it as a pillow.

“Oh no no no no!” She corrected, lifting the girl under her arms and placing her in the far corner of the tent.

“You and I are so not on cuddling terms.” She went back to her blanket and instantly felt warmth against her back as the girl returned.

She silently outstretched her arm and pushed her few feet away. A few minutes passed in sleepless silence and Evie finally sat up on her elbows in unrest. It was quiet save for the people outside feeding the fire and the little dark skinned girl’s shallow breathing. Her hue made her nearly invisible in the night and little was seen of her save for the red of her tongue as she yawned in rest. Evie ran her fingers through her hair and gaze lazily at the slave.

Ashes.” She said.



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Evie awoke in the night and stepped over the slumbering Twi'lek to the fire outside where many weary traveler’s sat mumbling monotone conversations. She took her place amongst them and reached for a drink from an offering male.

A woman began to cough violently and the one next to her leaned away.

“Watch that! Something bad is going around you know…”

The ill one apologized and wiped her mouth of blood and phlegm.

“Just in the animals…” a man interjected. “it’s driving them mad. Haven’t you seen?”

“Yeah well they say its gotten a few of the outer towns…” another said.

Evie stood and departed. She made her way alone to the edge of the hill they’d set camp at the base of and stood pondering the sky. They had the high ground, below them was a steep slouch of the mountain with a river below and several rocky peaks just above them, the shortest of which she now stood upon.

Physical contact on her hand caused her to jump and she turned at the sight of the ranger Roh who flinched at her reaction.

“Don’t scare me like that!” she growled, pulling away.

“I’m sorry.” he muttered.

“Gosh, lost in thought or not, no one deserves to be scared like that..!”

A panic stricken voice raised an alarm, sending the hairs on the back of her to neck standing on end.


“RAID!”

The pair turned and felt the heat of flames on their faces as many tents below were set a blaze by a sweeping swarm of black clad frames with hidden faces. The caravan began to scramble and split as the invaders sought to strike down and frighten stragglers.


Evie lifted her rifle with one hand and shot one between the eyes as he closed in on her tent- he seeped from the head and fell dead where he stood.

Sliding down the hill she took down several more, racking up head shots as Roh descended to defend his flock.

She kicked a short vibro knife shaped like a razor blade from her ankle holster and caught it mid air, slicing a black turbaned man’s neck in a fluid motion as he came at her with a blade of his own.

She made her way to her tent, claiming the lives of assailants effortlessly as they challenge her.

Pulling open her door she found her slave cowering. Ashes gave a little cry of fear but calmed when she recognized the intruder.

“Come on!” Evie shouted, she gestured with the bloodied knife and the Twi'lek obeyed coming to her side and following her close, hugging to her hip as the bounty hunter sliced her way back through the chaos.

Across the way Roh and several others were in a loosing tug- of -war with a string of tents that threatened to topple over the cliff side and into the river. Evie came to their aid, stepping in front of him and gritting her teeth as she began to reel in the rope holding them together with all the muscle her body could utilize.

“Use your knees! Don’t give it leeway! Come on!” she commanded.

Suddenly more of the hidden enemies sprung from the dark and knocked the line of man power loose.

The strugglers that remained gripping the rope were pulled by the mass of their burden, severely rendering them at the mercy of its weight as it was lost over the mountain side, dangling and dragging them down. Several fell to the rushing water below and Evie struggled, digging deep and buckling her knees as she too was taken with the tents into the water below. Ashes clung to her waist.

“Stasha!” Roh cried as he fought off the horde.


She was lost to the angry river’s current.


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As Evie regained consciousness her sight returned in slow flutters. Her head felt heavy and thick, it rolled upon her neck as she strived to keep awake and there was a pounding in her ears that made every inch of her throb with numbness.


There were voices surrounding her, a muffled language she couldn’t recognize.

She felt the cold flesh of a bare palm gently slap her cheek as an attempt to rouse her from her stupor and made a small noise to signal her compliance. She focused her eyes on the blur before her spouting gibberish.

She spat blood to her side stared as a turbaned man came into focus just inches away from her face. The only feature visible was two electric blue eyes. She blinked until she could muster the strength to form words.

“was that really necessary…?” she slowly asked. A tightness in her wrist made itself known as she realized with a start she was restrained. Pulling her knees close she examined her surroundings. It was dark, they were in some sort of natural cover…a cave perhaps? Either way she was alone and encircling her were the many concealed faces of turbaned men.

Her captor responded, turning to a smaller figure behind and sending him off to deal with another task.

“where are the people I was with…?” The groggy Zabrak asked, her memories were just coming back and she had to verbalize them before they faded.

“what happened to the caravan?”

Two men at her side began to rummage her pack.

“Hey! Those are my things! Keep your-”

“Many escaped…” a smooth voice with the hint of an accent cut in.

“Some were lost from the fall…we don’t know where, but we have you now…”

Evie turned to its owner, a tall dark Zabrak in similar dress to the others, minus the head piece, whose wraps he held at his side.

“I am Scroll.” he said, gesturing with his hand.

“The translator for my people.”

The restrained woman sulked, her eyes alert and full of suspicion.

“You are a bounty hunter, yes?” he asked, stepping closer.

“Tell them to stop going through my things.” she said with a glare.

He gave a harsh order and the men ceased, stepping away.

Stasha smirked.

“You got a job for me?’

A man’s moist cough echoed the cave and she turned away with disgust.

“There is a disease sweeping us.” Scroll explained solemnly. “It has killed many. Everyone in my home has it- my neighbors, there neighbors…We had ordered medicine, it took nearly every credit my people had and it was due four days ago. The ship crashed…deep in the canyons. We cannot risk anymore men-”

“So your sending a woman?” Evie sneered.

“…We are warriors, Miss, but even my best cannot last against the animals…the sickness has over taken them- driven them mad-”

“Once again.” Evie repeated.

“You’re sending me?”

“You are a bounty hunter, are you not? There is money in this for you!” he growled, throwing his arm.

“ How do you propose I get this medicine back? It could have been destroyed in the crash and if it wasn’t I’m one person! I can’t carry it all on my own!” Evie hissed with equal fierceness.


A dark little body made itself known.

“crap…”

Ashes came to Evie’s side.

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As Evie’s restraints were relived she readied herself for the mission ahead with the men’s eyes all on her. She had no intention of returning to them. As soon as she was freed and alone she would continue her course to the capital. If she was lucky she could sell the Twi'lek in town and return to the guild as if the whole mess had never stained her. It was laughable, the task her clients had so forcefully dealt her was so impossible …how could they assume she would simple take it without protest? No amount of money was worth single handedly fighting off crazed beast while navigating to an unknown location out in the middle of nowhere.

Her snicker became a yelp as a sharp sting of pain assaulted her neck like the splintering of bone.

Scroll pulled back his arm holding a double needled shot from her throbbing collar.

“What the hell!”

“A little incentive for you…” he said softly.





“Zabraks are different from most. You’ll need my help to administer the medication…after you return it to us safely.”


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“Here make yourself useful.” Evie said, handing her bag over to her new little ward.

They had been roaming the plains at a steady pace for little over and hour and the forest in the distance still seemed to retreat from their foot steps.

It only took a few minutes of the little girl’s struggling with the pack’s weight for Evie to end up carrying it again, with the addition of Ashes on her back too tired to go on.

After venturing further into the grass and farther from her original course then ever imagined the brunette Zabrak’s legs gave out. She dropped her pack to the floor and bent over to allow the slave to her feet. Panting and gasping for air she brought her travel bottle to her lips and took a gulp of water. Ashes looked up at her expectantly and received the drink next.

“Ok that’s enough…” Evie said reaching to take it. The Twi'lek held on and finished it off.

“NO!” Cried her master, ripping it from her hands and throwing it to the ground once she felt its lack of content.

“Damn it all!” she shouted.

The child jumped back in fear and distanced herself.

Evie calmed.

“I’m not gonna’ hurt you…” She soothed, reaching and gently stroking of the girl’s Lekku.

She suddenly yanked her forward by the brain tails and roared:

“I’m gonna Kill you, you snake headed glutton!”

Ashes shrieked and retreated into the tall grass..

“Go ahead! You’ll be doing me a favor!” Evie called after her with a clenched fist. She then hoisted her luggage and continue her pace. It was only moments later that she felt pangs of regret tugging at her shoulder.

She could have traded the girl for water or other much needed resources.

It had been the last of her concerns…With a unknown disease coursing through her veins she dreaded the moment its symptoms would make themselves known. She had to find the lost shipment of medicine soon or it could be too late. There was a great possibility more people were ill and could be seeking it for their own means, or were without hope….perhaps they could be of help. There was no way Evie could retrieve the shipment on her own, she needed man power no one person could provide- and if the native animals were violent it would be impossible to defend herself and her crop.

There was nothing to do but continue on and be prepared for anything…
 
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((OOC you guys...I know its long but please read it if your thinking of joining- You gotta understand the conflict here and don't just jump in for the sake of being in, please, It has to make sense and if you plan on posting every few weeks- We're gonna move on without you.))
 

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The ship lay motionless in the valley it had crashed into. Some people had not survived the crash while others did, and among the survivors was a man named Blake Zeth.

He sat on a crate, outside the ship, and he stared up into the sky. He was hired to ride along to guard the ship and its crew, together with a few other mercenaries. He had business on Onderon so this was a great chance for him to get to his destination and even get paid for the trip as well.

Yet, things turned out to be a bit complicated.

"Blake!" a voice shouted.

The man with the long black hair looked over to the person who called his name.

"Yeah?" he responded.

"Dinner's served, mate." the man who had called Blake's name was a twi'lek. He was one of the employees onboard the ship, he worked as the cook.

"Right." Blake replied simply. He stood up and walked over to the few other survivors who all prepared for dinner.

He sat down next to an elder devaronian man. "Hello, Blake." the devaronian greeted.

"Hello, Zin. What's on the menu tonight?" The dark-skinned black-haired mercenary said.

"Grilled Shaak, I'm afraid."

"Right..." Blake responded. "Grilled Shaak. Again..."

After they all finished their diner Blake suddenly stood up and shouted: "I've had enough of sitting around and waiting for some stupid rescue mission to save our asses! Why don't we take up our damn blasters, grab the damn medicine for those people, and get movin'!"

The other men looked up at him and Zin shook his head disapprovingly.

"Because of the beasts out there. They might kill us. Here at the ship, we're save."

"Save? We're not! We ain't save anywhere in this damn valley!"

He then turned around and walked away from the group, with his hands in his pockets. He sighed. He was a very impatient person and he could not stand waiting around for reinforcements. He needed some action and he needed it now.

Very annoyed he sat down on a rock and sighed again. He stared in front of him, into the valley ahead of him.

"Stupid mission..." he mumbled. "...At least I get paid for it, damn it."
 

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It was the early evening when Evie reached the woods. She dropped her pack to her side and began to make camp, it was too early to retire but she needed a home base lest she run into trouble or there was anyone near by. The only information she had about the crash site was it was ...not close. She assumed it resided in the canyons beyond the dark canopy of trees. If she had a speeder she could be there by dusk, but alas, it wasn’t so. Scanning her surroundings with eyes of sharp gold beauty she made a small fire and sat awhile, letting her thick locks of mahogany cascade down her back and shoulders. Running her slender fingers over the small, but pin point sharp spikes along her scalp she thought of the Twi’lek.


‘Poor little thing...this is what you get for making fun of that Twi’lek girl in school!’

‘Damn they’re creepy.... tail heads.’

‘You bought her fair and square- its on you if she dies- waste of good credits.’

‘Have you no heart woman! This is a child we’re speaking of!’


while the mental battle raged within her head and she chased away her concern, occupying herself with the menial task of cleaning her slug rifle.

She was a bounty hunter, there was no place for children in her life.



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Ashes wondered through the woods with her little stomach in knots.

She could see the fire and knew the pretty lady with the gold eyes and horns was near but she was too afraid to approach her. She didn’t understand basic and as far as she knew the Zabrak had offered her a drink and then tried to beat her for taking it. She didn’t want to be punished for her thirst and now that hunger was tearing at her insides she didn’t want to take another chance. Her skin nearly made her invisible in the night save for the floresant lime shade of her alert gaze.

It was getting cold, the wind slithered through the trees like the whisper of ghost' calling to tempt the Twi’lek by name. She shivered and whimpered to herself, continuing on at a faster pace, looking back only once at the comfort of the camp and the woman with "eyes like the sun".
 
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Just then a tall armor clad being appeared out from behind the young Twi'lek. It placed it's hand on her shoulder making the Twi'lek jump. In a calming smooth female voice that crackled with minor static, the being said in basic "What are you doing this far out in the woods at this time of night?"
She was Samar Krzeb, a freelance bounty hunter. She was just hired by the company that sent the ship of medication. Samar's mission is to retrieve whats left of the medicine and everybody who survived the crash.
With their being no place to land her ship, Samar was forced to walk most of the way. She had been walking for 6 hours when she picked up the Twi'lek on her infrared screen.
 

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Ashes sprung from the armored figure with a cry of surprise and fear. She stumbled and fell to her back, crawling backwards before getting to her feet and attempting to speed off from the stranger.

"Hiko!" she cried.


As far as she was concerned the woman could have said anything from "I'm here to help" to "I'm going to eat you!"
 

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Seeing the Twi'lek run, Samar thought to herself I cant just leave her here in the dark all alone. She that began to run after her. Pressing buttons on her helmet she turned on her universal translator and set it to Twi'leki. Due to the lack of Lekku, she couldn't Be fully understandable.
"Hey!" She said, "I just want to help you"
Samar's suit wasn't built for running so she had to stop and let it cool down.
 

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Ashes peered from the brush she had taken cover in and hissed before calming. Her features softened and she approached the stranger gingerly. The voice was female, if it had been a male she would have never hesitated in her fleeing. She would rather take a chance on a woman with weapons then a man who was unarmed. Men were dangerous, she had a natural distrust for them- an instinct.

She came close enough to the “metal lady” to touch, but distant enough to run if she had to. She gazed up at her with electric lime eyes full of suspicion and curiosity.

(OOC: annnnd now that twi’lek lexicon comes in handy! And my mom said It was useless! Ha! What does she know? Ashes is a little kid so its not like she's gonna' have a big vocab, I'll keep it simple

“Muchi?” she inquired with her eyebrows raised in apprehension. She wanted to know if the woman was a friend.
 

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Blake sat on a rock, staring into the black of night. He was bored as hell and he felt like going for a walk, but Zin forbid that.

"Commander?" a voice sounded.

Blake looked up into the direction where the voice came from and he saw Suu Ranius, the twi'lek mercenary, one of his men.

"What is it, Ranius?" Blake asked.

"I'm done." the twi'lek sounded rather angry.

"Done with what?"

"All the waiting! We're mercs, right? Why are we just waiting around here for the rescue mission. Like you said yourself, why don't we just take the damn medicine and deliver it to those people ourselves!?"

Blake stood up and walked over to Suu and nodded. "You are absolutely right, my friend. It's just, we can't go out there on our own. Everyone should join us otherwise it's too damn dangerous."

"I knew it! You're just like the others! A bloody coward!" Suu shouted in full anger.

"Listen, Suu!" Blake wanted to say but Suu just raged on.

"No you listen, commander! I will not wait any longer, I will go out there NOW and I'm taking the bloody medicine to those people! They cannot wait any longer either, and I am done and they are dying! Join me or not, it's up to you, but I'm leaving!"

The angry twi'lek mercenary turned around and with a package, containing the medicine, in his left hand, and a blaster rifle in his right, he walked off into the dark night. He had a light with him which was attached to his blaster, to light his way.

"Damn it!" Blake cursed. He could not allow this. "Are you out of your mind!?" he shouted. "I order you to return at once!"

The twi'lek just ignored the order and moved on.

Blake looked around but the others were sleeping. He and Suu were guards for the night.
There was no time to wake the others, he had to go after Suu or else both his comrade and the medicine could be lost.

He hesitated but then decided to go after Suu and retrieve the medicine, before it would be too late. He grabbed his pack, which contained medical supplies, his datapad and his comlink unit as well as some food, and a flashlight to light his way. He then ran after Suu who was already far ahead.
 

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In the dark tangle of trees the beast stirred.

Driven mad by the painful disease that plagued its body and the lack of nourishment that left it in the pit of desperation it crushed the brush beneath its thick hind legs as it searched for food. The mossy green hide that clothed its bones made it camouflaged in the natural cover of vegetation but its large size commanded attention. A Boma, thick with muscle and stout but formidable tusk approached two isolated figures in its wake- but it was not alone. Two others had also sensed the presence of prey and came from the opposite angles, surrounding the armored woman and smaller figure- further away there was more food to be had, but there was also fire and so they avoided the threat of the camp…



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Evie sprung to her feet, her vibro knife clenched and ready in her fist as a strange new sound echoed over head. Her muscles tightened and her expression intensified as she lifted her head and listened, watching oblong silhouettes soar above the threes and into the distant beyond.

The woman settled, keeping her eyes skyward as she reached for her slug rifle.

The snapping of forest floor split her attention and she spun in its direction with her finger on the trigger.

In the distance a Boma slinked forward, white foam hanging from its lips and syrupy tears dripping from its eyes.

It regarded Evie with little interest- it had another victim in mind.

“Ashes…” Evie thought. Her minds eye projected the image of her childhood toy, its poorly executed pigtails resembling lekku and haphazard needlework binding the navy scraps in the form of a girl.

“tsk!” She clicked her tongue and threw down her gun arm, scratching the back of her head with the other.

She weighed her options for a fraction of a second and bolted. Darting into the dark with her arsenal at hand she set off to find the twi’lek,


Before the Boma did.
 
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When Samar's Helmet heard the word 'Muchi', her helmet instantly read 'Friend'. Taking one step closer, she put her hand on her shoulder saying threw her translator "I am a friend."
Just then Samar's sensors went off and she quickly turned around to see a Bib creature slowly and quietly making its way too them. she then charged up her arm cannon, causing it to make a low pitch sound that gradually when to a high pitch.
"Back away slowly" She said, Not knowing the other two behind them.
 
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A second Boma pounched from the woman's side, teeth bared in a blood lust roar as it sought to knock her to ground before she could strike down the first.

Ashes fell back and fled to the brush where another lay in wait- awaiting the right moment to seize its meal.
 

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Bone and sinew cracked and popped as it was torn asunder. The rodians arm hung limp, but not from his body. It resided in the hand of an armor clad warrior, eyes burning with pure hatred. His name was Ares, and he had found his prey. The green and red figure begged in his native tounge, but the warrior wasnt listening. The rodian had sealed his fate, and the time for talk had long ended.

All the pain and suffering the now slightly commatose alien had done throughout its life coarsed through Ares's head like the blood in his veins. It enraged him, knowing what the man had done to further himself. The pleading turned to whimpering as the rodian started going into shock from blood loss, but again Ares ignored his pleas for mercy. The scums victims had probably done the very same thing, now it was the aliens turn to feel the pain.

Ares tossed the severed limb aside, knowing it would not make a good weapon. Instead he pulled out his revolving slug pistol. The bounty hunter fired twice, once in both knee caps. Screams from the rodian echoed down the long dark alleywaysof Coruscan's underbelly. Music to Ares's ears. Many heard, but no one came to the fallen mans aide. Either by fear or by the knowledge of what he had done, they let Ares do his work.

The armored man ended it quickly after that, he wasnt a mindless killer after all. When he felt the pain had been paid in full. He shot the rodian square between the eyes. Ares popped the seal of his helmet and liflted it just enough to spit on the rodian's body, before quickly resealing it.

He then turned and left, as if nothing had just happened. Ares checked a datapad he pulled from a belt pouch to look at the date. One of his former recruits, Stasha Evie, hadnt reported in at her designated time. The bounty hunter quickly returned to the Jericho, the BHG's HQ center, instead of taking his long walk that he usually took on his way back. The situation was somewhat urgent to him, he wanted to be sure that Stasha was alright. Ares liked for his former students to actually live long enough to put his teachings to work. It was like checking up on an investment for him.

As he entered the Jericho, Ares activated his personal comlink in his helmet to speak with another one of his fromer recruits. SOmeone he would take with him if Kal was not available. His name was Shawn Mac'neal, and he had proved his worth in the past.

" Shawn. This is Ares. Stasha hasnt reported in from her hunt. I want you to find out where she was planning on going and if she got there, if she had logged in her bounty as finished or not, and who she was traveling with... When your finished meet me in the hanger. I think we may need to take a trip to Onderon."
 

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Shawn was working on his ship in the main hangar, of the Jericho. He was adding anti personnel lasers to his ship, when he heard a ringing, witched caused him to drop his hydrospaner on his foot. "Frak...ow." shawn looked around and realized the ringing was coming from his comm. Unit, and answered it. Shawn was surprised to hear Ares on the other end of the line, and instructed him to get info on Stasha’s latest hunt because she was late reporting in.

Which hanger you in boss cause well I am already in hangar three, and give me a sec to pull it up.” Shawn said as he walked to a terminal close to were he was working. “Let’s see, says here it was a confirmed capture, and that she is on her way back. That was her last transmission; you know Stasha she’s probably found a new plaything." Shawn said as he kept reading the report that was sent when her job was finished. “Cause it says here that she’s traveling with a caravan back to the capitol, from the Onderon outback.” Shawn waited for Ares to respond with an answer as he geared up, and thought to himself,

‘the Onderon outback no tech a caravan they probably just got held up by a busted wheel or something it’s not a big deal, Ares is treating her with such kid gloves, then again that place can be dangerous, wild animals creatures abound.' Shawn chuckled a little at a though of a wild animal crossing Stasha mostly of the fact that she could tear them up bear handed if they worked her up enough. The proof was what happened in her training for the BHG.
 
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Suu was far ahead and Blake was walking fast paced to catch up with him. He did not run though. He did not want to run.

"Ranius!" he shouted. "Get the hell back here!" he was angry at his fellow mercenary who was put under his command. He was his responsibility and the safety of the people of the ship as well as the medicine were also his responsibility. He hated to see it all fall apart in front of his brown eyes.

Either the twi'lek did not hear Blake or he just ignored him, but he moved on without a response. It pissed Blake off.

Then Suu was out of sight. Blake had lost him.

"Bloody hell..." he mumbled. "Where'd he go..."

It was only then when he heard screaming. High pitched screams of pain coming from his left. He turned around and figured Suu must have been the one screaming and he quickly grabbed his blaster. He ran.

When he came closer he saw a Boma. Inside the Boma's mouth, between its sharp teeth, was an arm. There was no body attached to the arm, as the body lay a few passes away from the Boma. Blake recognised the body as Suu's and he was shocked. He aimed his blaster at the Boma and fired multiple shots, just enough to kill it off. He then ran over to his fallen comrade and kneeled down beside him.

"Damn it!" he said. "Suu, oh my God, look at you... Is there anything I can do for you?"

"C...commander?" Suu said. "Is... is that you?"

"Yes, Suu. It's me. Blake."

"Am... am I gonna die, c... commander?"

"Hell no! You'll live, Suu! You'll live you hear me!?"

"I feel so... cold... c...commander... I... I'm sorry I didn't listen to you... I..."

"Hush, my friend. Don't speak. Save your breath."

"C...commander..." Suu said and he clenched Blake's collar with his right hand. His left arm had been severed from his body.

"Yes, Suu?" Blake said. He realized Suu wanted to tell him something.

"Tell..." he coughed. "...Tell the others it was my fault... Take... take the medicine to those people... save them!" He coughed again.

"Oh bloody hell, you're not gonna die on me!!" Blake shouted. A tear rolled down Blake's cheek. He did not cry much, but he was an emotional man and this made him sad. Suu and he always argued but they knew each other and had been worked with each other for years. To see him pass away right before his eyes was something Blake could not bear to see.

And then there was silence.

"Suu?" Blake said. There was no response. "Suu!?" This time he shouted but still no response. He then check Suu's polse but he felt nothing. The twi'lek was dead.

"No, you bastard!!" he shouted. "You can't die! You just can't die like that!"

He then rose up and he could feel the anger burning within him. He stared at Suu's dead body and figured he could not leave his body here for the wild animals to feast on. He had to bury the body. He kneeled down, a few passes away from the body and started to dig, with his bare hands. It took him hours to dig a hole Suu's body could fit in, but he did it. He digged until the hole was big enough. He then gently put the body in the hole and prayed for his comrade, something he rarely did and he filled the hole with sand. After he had filled up the grave he found two branches on the ground and attached them to each other using two ropes he had with him in his pack and made a cross from it. He put the cross on the grave and said: "Good bye, my friend. See ya soon... in hell."

He then put the medicine in his pack and grabbed his blaster and held it in his hand, to defend himself from any wild animals he might encounter. He also retrieve Suu's blaster from the ground and put it temporary in his holster on his right leg. It was the same model his blaster was so it fit in the holster, as the holster was specially designed for that type of model.

He had to go back to the ship but he had no clue how to get back. He opened his pack once again and grabbed his comlink and tried to contact Zin.

"Blake? Is that you?" Zin's voice sounded through the comlink.

"Yeah... Listen, Suu's dead. I'm lost. Things are screwed up. I'll explain things later. Tell the others that I won't be able to find my way back until that damn sun starts shining again and I am able to see clearly again. As of now, I've got absolutely no damn idea as to where the hell I am."

"What the hell?" Zin said and he was silent for a while. It was too much to believe at the moment.

"It makes no sense, huh?" Blake said dry. "It really doesn't, man. As for now, I'll try to find a safe place to stay. Don't worry 'bout me."

"Uh... alright. I expect you to return tomorrow and then you gotta explain me what the hell's going on!"

"Right. See ya tomorrow. Zeth out!" and he broke contact. He then put the comlink in his pocket and he closed his pack. He grabbed his blaster again and he looked around the area. It seemed like he had really no place to go and the valley was crowded with wild animals. Blake was screwed.

He started walking into a random direction and sometimes he thought he recognised some things, but then he was lost again. He had scouted the area a few days ago together with some of his men, and if it was daytime he could find his way around. As of now, he did not recognise anything.

After walking around a lot he finally found a huge rock. Not just a huge rock. But really one enormous massive stone. He recognised that rock as they had spotted it from a distance. It meant he was far away from the ship. At least he was saver near the rock than in the open.

He sat down and leaned with his back against the stone and stared into the black of night in front of him. He sighed.

Oh well... what the hell...
 

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" Stay where you are, We'll be taking my ship if we actually have to leave Coruscant space." Ares said as he continued to walk. The conversation he was having was unheard by the people wlaking around him as he travered the long hallways of the Jericho.

Ares stopped at a terminal, bringing up files of Onderon. He had never been, and wanted to know a little about the ecosystem before they hit planetside. He also did some snooping of his own, checking the reports for caravans. Apparently many had been attacked in recent months. And a strange disease had been spreading in the more inhospitible regions of the planet. Ares took a mental note to keep his armor sealed and his helmet on at all times while on Onderon, he really didnt feel like catching a bug that might kill him.

As the bounty hunter entered hanger he walked to where Shawn's ship was being docked. He knew that the young hunter worked around his ship alot, and since Shawn was supposed to be in hanger three, Ares decided it would be the best place to look. He stopped a few paces behind Shawn before speaking.

"Cmon. Get your shebs in gear. We dont got all day." With that said, Ares turned and started walking towards his ship. Turing off the security shiled as he did.
 
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Shawn turned after Ares told him to get in gear, shouldering a duffle bag full of equipment and survival supplies, and shouldering an assault rifle on his other. “On your six boss,” Shawn said as he followed Ares to his ship.
 

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Ares quickly brushed some junk off the top of thr console in the cockpit. He hadnt actually driven the Pride in a while, being that the guild provided him transport when needed. It had become more of a home ot him than a ship, but was just as easily pressed back into service. Ares knew all of its ins and outs, after all, he did build it.

He was already flipping switches as starting up systems before he even sat down in his chair. Closing the main hatch before fireing up the large twin engines and shooting out of the Jerichos hanger like it was one of the larger ships young. The Precious Pride quickly rocketed into space, Ares waited until they were clear of the planets gravity well before jumping to hyperspace.
 

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Having just been knocked down by one of the beasts, Samar quickly put her arm cannon in it's mouth and fired. This caused the creature to be missing a large portion of its upper skull and it then fell over off of her. She then got up and fired on the first one she saw, causing it to lose the function of an arm and an eye. It then scampered off into the dark.
"Where Are you?" Samar asked. When the boma attacked her she lost function to the Infrared and could only use night-vision. Which is harder to find people with.
 

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Evie sprung from the brush and sprinted through the trees. She slid to a stop and scanned her surroundings when a small Lekku’d missile crashed into her chest.

“Ashes!” Evie said in a scolding tone.

The force of the collision had knocked the girl off her feet and left her panting on the floor, looking up with wide eyes.

Passik Supisy..!” She cried with alarm and great relief.


Wrenching her to her feet the Zabrak seized the child’s arm. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped, quickly turning her head in the direction of a blood curdling scream in the distance.

“Come with me and don’t make a sound.” Evie said, she had just taken two steps when the Boma struck.

Her rifle fell to the floor as her curvy frame was thrown to the side by the swiping paw of the mad beast.

The Boma pinned Evie between its forearms and she evaded its snapping mouth, rolling between its strikes. Planting her pointed toe-boots flat on its chest she pushed herself forward from its reach and directly next to her rifle. Lifting the slug shooter she landed a shot between its eyes and it fell dead where it stood, a slimly stew of foam dripping from its lifeless lips.

Ashes’ little chest heaved with fear as her master got to her feet. Outstretching her hand she struck a penetrating look in the twi’lek's direction with her eyes and was unmoved until she accepted her open palm.

Suddenly a second Boma leapt out and She pulled the girl to her, barely missing its tusk as it charged.

The woods were infested.

Evie seized Ashes wrist and tore through the trees without looking back, the sounds of the following Boma multiplying as they covered more ground.


‘How could I be so stupid!’ she thought, clenching her jaws and locking her canines.

‘I should have steered clear from these damn woods it’s a death trap! An ambush waiting to happen!’
They ran straight through the camp site, where The Zabrak scooped up her pack without stopping and slid her arms through its straps as they passed. Three Boma, with their ranks steadily growing followed close behind, crushing her tent beneath their feet and fanning the flames of the bon fire.


The woods echoed with the creature’s hungry screeches when the trees came to a sudden halt. Before them was a desolate landscape of rock and darkness, jagged ground and gravely caked earth.


It was quiet. As if every sound had been silenced save for Evie’s animalistic panting. The smell of smoke was thick in the air and she released the slave’s hand, turning back to the wood's entrance where flames now licked the vegetation and choked the sky with thick gray puffs.

She stayed a moment catching her breath, leaning over with her hands on her knees to steady herself.

When she looked back up with squinted eyes she saw what appeared to be her camp fire rapidly approaching.

“Uhn!” she lifted Ashes by her waist and threw her as far as she could.

“Run girl! Go!” She cried.

A dozen Bomas materialized from the flames, many on fire themselves - the source of the blaze when they trampled Evie’s site. A large one with its fat and skin peeling and melting from its muscles and bones fell upon the bounty hunter, propelled by its rotting brain and demand for life. Evie held its sketal visage at bay with her boots on its tusks.

Ashes did as she was told.


She ran.



And she didn’t stop.
 
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