Attack Of The Fire Breathing Dinosaurus

[Robert Abbotangelo]

If there were any environment Bob wasn't a fan of, it would most certainly be the mountainous and snowy ones. So it was unfortunate then, that ol' 'Mountain Man' Pratt had brought them into the snowy mountains of Arkania in an attempt to find these mystical Arkanian Dragons. What made him even grumpier, was that because of his lack of forethought, he had dressed up in khaki armor, hoping that maybe they could go hunting for some kind of desert or savanna dragon in some kind of safari.

But no, it was snowy mountains.

Talk about poor preparation, but such was life. If anyone asked he could just say he thought it would be a funny joke, or some kind of power move to display that he still 'had it' as it were. If anything, he was getting good exercise, why he felt thinner already. He didn't imagine his companion had any problems with the situation, what with her being generally tough and Sith like, but that just made him want to whine like the incessant teenage he still pretends to be. And he did. A lot.

In the few moments where he wasn't bemoaning the cruelties of fate, the universe, and his travelling companion, Bob couldn't help but ask much like a petulant child. "Are we there yet?" If only to distract himself from focusing on how tired he was and how he was no longer built for this kind of thing.

Pratt, grumbled to himself about unruly kids or some such, but called back in his amazing speech. "Yheeeup, gyeten moity cluse metinks." Causing Bob to look at Zandrali, questioning if she understood the odd man.

 

[Darth Valravus]

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The coldness of Arkania was not that bad. Zan had been to far worse locations. The familiarity towards the cold had a degree of comfort for her soul. Deucalia was rumored to be an uninhabitable ice world that her people had long ago left. After her triibe crashed on Atrer III they lived in the northern regions away from the deserts as best they could. Zan took in a deep breath of the somewhat dry and cold air before letting out a vaporous exhale.

Glad to still have her winter cloak, the pelts and furs of animals she had hunted kept her body warm and away from risking dangerous exposure along with her normal trappings. The Crusader walked behind their guide and the larger cohort of her's. By now she had learned to tune out Bob's complaints and were just signs of his weakness. If eye rolling was a competitive sport Zan was getting a lot of training.

While Zan had a Deucalian accent she still wondered how someone could butcher basic so much. The man had a weird slang and method of communication that she actually had to strain to comprehend. Half the time she was not listening but it seemed they were getting close now.

@Shax

 

[Robert Abbotangelo]

Bobby A watched Zan as she tried to puzzle her way through whatever strange grating speak ol' mountain man decided to use when adressing the two Imperial important people. He let out a wheezing laugh, something that would have been one of his trademark cackles had he not been already out of breath and wheezing unhealthily for the last several kilometers of their hike.

He let out a final 'Ha Ha!' before he cleared his throat and stumbled, almost crashing into the ground as great wings suddenly beat themselves just overhead, almost forcing the group to the ground from the pressure. The famed Arkanian Dragon had finally made its appearance it seemed, though it was thankfully - conveniently as well as dramatically - only flying overhead to a cave some distance up the mountain, where it landed without seemingly taking notice of the little group of misfits.

"Hell's tits! What a beastie!" Bobby A exclaimed, mildly phlegmy as he stared on in obvious wonderment. Pratt, just looked up at the cave and pointed before speaking in his gratingly incomprehensible slur, "Dat's ware de Eggers 'll be oi rickon." And with that, the fabled mountain man of this particular local area, turned tail and pelted it home. Obviously hoping to make it back to whatever lodging's he had before the sun went down, as it was already getting to late afternoon. Bob, just watched him go in amusement. They didn't need him anymore anyway's, they knew the way back.

"Well, I think this calls for one thing, and one thing only!" He said happily, "A drink!" And out of nowhere he held two flasks from who knows where, one held out for Zan to take as he looked at her with the most manic grin he could pull off.

@Darasuum

 

[Darth Valravus]

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Instinctually Zan dropped down to a low combat crouch with one hand on her hip for a blaster and her other reaching over her shoulder for her sith sword. Catching the swift shadow that flew past them the Crusader felt the gust of wind that was different than what gales had come so far on their journey.

With exclamations, or maybe statements since she could not understand their guide, it was clear where they were heading next. For some reason she thought the guide would continue going with them. But it was clear he wanted no further interaction with the Sith and their quest. Zan just watched his trail down the mountain for a bit before turning her differently colored eyes towards Robert.

Hearing his words Zan cracked a smile for the first time on the hike and the first legitimate grin since coming to arkania. "Best thing you've said all day." She did not hold back and took the flask. She sniffed it a moment and then took a swig. The woman appreciated an alcoholic beverage but did not want to get completely blitzed before taking on a fabled beast like a dragon.

@Shax