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This thread is meant for anyone to join. This is a continuation of this thread, where after engaging with Echani Special Forces, Q'san encounters his birth father in the field, and duels him one final time before beheading him. For reasons unknown, this has caused him to snap, and leave behind everything he'd fought for for his entire adult life. Q'san is now en route to a nearby Echani city, where he'll buy passage off the planet, and likely new weaponry, rather quickly, as he did just murder a General in combat. I encourage anyone to join, and add to the story. Perhaps an old teammate, trying to console him, or attack him for his treason.
Through the rolling hills of the Echani country, Q'san's eyes ere shot due to the whirlwind of emotions he's been experiencing. His driving was erratic, flying up and over hills, towards a port city, where most every civilian ship touched down to, during their time on Eshan. Q'san spent most of his childhood traveling on diplomatic missions all around Republic Space, during his days as a child of Eshan. Tears welled within his eyes as his mind flashed back to his childhood; fighting with his cousins and siblings, competing for the respect of their elders. Q'san cared little now, for respect, or honor. His last shred of empathy died with his father.
Q'san knew that he had a short window of time before the Echani forces began looking for him, and he'd stick out like a sore thumb, in one of their lanspeeders, so he ditched it in the outskirts of the city, and threw on the claok that he'd found in the back seat, taking his old Mandalorian armor to a weapons and armor broker nearby. He was still an Echani, and would blend in, within the bustling city. Walking up to the vendor, he laid the armor, and the Harlaw Heavy Carbine, "What can I get for these?" he asked, in a low, serious tone.
The older Echani behind the counter inspected the armor. "Its still warm. Did you just-"
"Yes I did, body's still in my speeder if you wa--"
"I dont need to see that, son. You lookin' ta trade or sell?" the elderly Echani said, waving his hand in front of Q'san's face.
"Bit of both. What sorta credit would I have for all this?" Q'san asked.
"I'll do 30k for the armor, and I'll let you trade in the rifle," the old man replied, inspecting the armor, "Deal?"
"Deal. Give me a set of Echani Armor, that A140 and trade ya the GN-808 Gutripper, for the HHC and four powercells for both. I'll take the rest in cash," Q'san said, leaving little time for the old man to strike up conversation. The geezer walked to the back, and hung up the armor, then took the Heavy Harlaw Carbine, extracted it's power cell, and hung it on the wall, where he grabbed the A140, and four powercells for it and the Gutripper, as well as the Gutripper. He'd return to the desk, to place the rifles on the rack behind him.