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MISSION: A Matron's Steed
OBJECTIVE: Aquire a bull rancor and deliver it to the Singing Mountain Clan.
TIPS: Rancor are a sign of status among the Nightsister clans. Those clans that tame them have more political clout amongst the other clans than those that don't. Bull rancors, however, are an entirely different story. It is rare for a clan to take command of such a powerful steed and those that do are considered unquestionably superior to the others. Your job is to assist a hunting party of the Singing Mountain Clan in obtaining a bull rancor and delivering it to their Clan Mother. Doing so will hurt the political clout of those clans who support the Dominion, strengthen our ties to the Singing Mountain Clan, and establish a debt that can be called upon whenever we need the Clan's strength — namely in taking the planet for our own.
"I tell you what, sensing may not be my forte, but I am sensing that these Dathomiri clans are comprised of basic bitches" Sal bemoaned to his new and temporary partner as he sat atop the landspeeder he had been given for his assignment. He had met Jakkar when the two landed at the rendeveuz point a few clicks north of where they were now, and ever since Sal had met the other man, he had been running his mouth nonstop. It was great fun really, even over the sound of them both speeding towards the meet-up spot the Devaronian had been talking about everything under the sun. His research, his personal life, his secret fetishes- a true compilation of all the juiciest of tidbits. After all, wasn't this how you became ⣧ț ƒȑȋ£ñď§ ƒ¤ȑ£√£ȑ? Soon enough they'd be like a couple of peas in a pod getting ready to pulverize some pesky padawans. Hah, alliteration, he made himself laugh so.
"I mean really, if the only thing that gives your society self value is the reverence of a lumbering and bufoonish creature then surely you are primitive enough to not understand the finite workings of our reality and its secrets... Basic as basic can be" the sorcerer bemoaned, espousing the traditional researching jargo that he was used to using in the company of other scientists. Indeed, there was a certain irritation that the white robed Sith had. He had been dragged from his laboratory in the Deep Core, pried from his research of the galaxy's black hole, and placed in some farcical mission to capture a Rancor. Jakkar seemed like easy enough company- mostly because he seemed a bit more like the moody brooding type, a good vent for the gregarious Sith, though he didn't seem to appreciate the other male's constant talking.
They had been here for nearly an hour now. They were situated atop a small red rocky hill overlooking a virtual wasteland in every direction. There were crags and valleys scattered as far as the eye could see, but no sign of the hunting party they were sent to work with. Sal was starting to get somewhat impatient, something never enjoyable for whoever was around. Sure the hunting party from the Singing Mountain Clan would eventually reach them, this was their meet-up point after all, but in the meantime, they were very much alone in the middle of nowhere... Which meant, the other sith was the irritatingly loud sorcerer's only company, "Iiiiiiiii spyyyyyyyy, something that's Red. Okay, go" he said, looking around ine very direction as he swayed on his hovering speeder, waiting for something to happen.
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