DOSH
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Skolas had been waiting a long time for an opportunity like this one. The hunter was asked to meet with another more prominent hunter, and though Skolas had his doubts, he wasn't going to throw away any possible connections that may benefit his long term goal. The image of his father's execution still lingered heavily in his mind. I'll rip that petty king's head off... The Yautja's grip tightened on his ship's controls. Skolas had to ease himself and relieve the tension- it probably wasn't good to have the urge to tear apart the closest living creature before a business meeting. ---
Trandosha, or 'Dosh' to it's natives, was different from Umbara. It had normal day and night cycles and the plants had no bioluminescent glow. It was almost no different than their rival planet, Kashyyyk, but Skolas didn't dare say that aloud. It didn't take long for the mercenary to find the right landing pad, and it didn't take long for him to don his traditional Yautja hunting armor as well. Skolas assumed that the Trandoshan's wouldn't have a problem with his arsenal or the prized trophies of humanoid skulls he adorned around his waist like a morbid belt.
After the Trophy Hunter's doors opened, Skolas made his way down the hatch, preparing to be met by his new contact. Trandoshan's were considered to be lesser than the Yautja. Skolas was faster, stronger, and more agile than these short-lived reptiles- or that's what he and his kin thought. The only thing the Trandoshan's could do that the Yautja couldn't was their natural ability to see in inferred vision. Even then, the mask Skolas wore could do far more than change vision modes.
Whoever thought this would be worth Skolas' time had better come up with some extraordinary pitch. Skolas didn't have time for politics-
I have a king to kill.
@Olwin