Even in the winter months, Eshan still collected refugees from all around the galaxy like moths to a flame. The echani have long held a neutral stance, give or a take a couple years sprinkled throughout their history; it was the perfect place to get back on one’s feet and escape the wars that constantly plagued the galaxy. It never ceased to amaze Param at just how big the galaxy was, and yet there was almost constant warfare over it all.
She spun her newly forged echani daggers through her fingers. She was one of ten or so echani that were arming themselves with daggers, knives, swords, and blasters- all of echani make. While the other sported their alabaster skin and silver hair proudly, Param had tanned her skin and dyed her hair brown, leaving only the last half of it silver. Her hair was braided and wrapped like a crown atop her head. Underneath the tan, hooded poncho she wore, she had a hip sheaths for the new daggers, a karambit vibro-blade sheathed at the small of her back, and a light blaster pistol holstered on her right thigh. She was covered in a black thermal longsleeve shirt, and brown, tight leather pants and boots that surprisingly did a good job of keeping her warm.
Feeling good with the daggers, she sheathed them as if the sheaths had always been there since birth, and fished out the bounty hunter puck from a pocket. She hadn’t joined the guild, but had seen someone walking around the capital city showing it off and asking about the man who had the bounty. Cito Oulded appeared as she turned the puck on. On the puck he was listed as being a murderer, thief, and trafficker. He’d apparently chosen Eshan to lay low, and because of all the refugees flooding the cities, no one was the wiser when an echani man started extorting the families.
Param felt her blood boil at the list of grievances. She had no intention of even cashing in on the bounty; she just wanted to see the man pay for his crimes; specially the trafficking. She’d done a lot of shitty things in her time as a Sith, but turning a blind eye to slavery, especially when it involved kids being torn from their families, was something she drew a line for. At least this time it was actually a criminal ring and wouldn’t start an international incident; that and she had weapons this time.
“You sure it’s a good idea for us to be out in the open like this?” one of the echani men asked. Param knew him only as Dremal. He had a simple white color blast vest, a medium blaster rifle, and a vibro-sword strapped to his back. He was ready for the snow and combat. Param turned a silver gaze to his.
“Where would they run to? Deeper into the mountains?” she asked. Dremal shrugged. Running deeper into the mountains, especially with the crew Cito had around him was a death sentence.
“They have time to prepare before we get there if they know we’re coming.”
“They’ve had time to prepare the entire time they’ve set up shop in that abandoned fort,” Param answered, switching the puck off and tucking it back into her pocket. “It’s not like they wouldn’t get the same amount of warning seeing us leave in the speeders.” Dremal was no stranger to combat and firefights, but Param had him beat by a mile with her time as a Sith.
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She spun her newly forged echani daggers through her fingers. She was one of ten or so echani that were arming themselves with daggers, knives, swords, and blasters- all of echani make. While the other sported their alabaster skin and silver hair proudly, Param had tanned her skin and dyed her hair brown, leaving only the last half of it silver. Her hair was braided and wrapped like a crown atop her head. Underneath the tan, hooded poncho she wore, she had a hip sheaths for the new daggers, a karambit vibro-blade sheathed at the small of her back, and a light blaster pistol holstered on her right thigh. She was covered in a black thermal longsleeve shirt, and brown, tight leather pants and boots that surprisingly did a good job of keeping her warm.
Feeling good with the daggers, she sheathed them as if the sheaths had always been there since birth, and fished out the bounty hunter puck from a pocket. She hadn’t joined the guild, but had seen someone walking around the capital city showing it off and asking about the man who had the bounty. Cito Oulded appeared as she turned the puck on. On the puck he was listed as being a murderer, thief, and trafficker. He’d apparently chosen Eshan to lay low, and because of all the refugees flooding the cities, no one was the wiser when an echani man started extorting the families.
Param felt her blood boil at the list of grievances. She had no intention of even cashing in on the bounty; she just wanted to see the man pay for his crimes; specially the trafficking. She’d done a lot of shitty things in her time as a Sith, but turning a blind eye to slavery, especially when it involved kids being torn from their families, was something she drew a line for. At least this time it was actually a criminal ring and wouldn’t start an international incident; that and she had weapons this time.
“You sure it’s a good idea for us to be out in the open like this?” one of the echani men asked. Param knew him only as Dremal. He had a simple white color blast vest, a medium blaster rifle, and a vibro-sword strapped to his back. He was ready for the snow and combat. Param turned a silver gaze to his.
“Where would they run to? Deeper into the mountains?” she asked. Dremal shrugged. Running deeper into the mountains, especially with the crew Cito had around him was a death sentence.
“They have time to prepare before we get there if they know we’re coming.”
“They’ve had time to prepare the entire time they’ve set up shop in that abandoned fort,” Param answered, switching the puck off and tucking it back into her pocket. “It’s not like they wouldn’t get the same amount of warning seeing us leave in the speeders.” Dremal was no stranger to combat and firefights, but Param had him beat by a mile with her time as a Sith.
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