To Hunt Prey of Honor...

[Tzeentch]

Spoiler: OOC Notice

OOC: Yep, first Duel and Fight thread for me, so I'll have to see how this works out... Should anyone die here, it will not affect anything; this thread is solely for fun and/or practice... May also include social something or other as well.. Sneak peak of one of my characters for Babyblue's upcoming faction. I'll check if I need to made any adjustments to his gear after the Jump.

To Hunt Prey of Honor...​

Echoing footsteps could be heard within one of the ancient ruins located on Tatooine. The structure, while crumbling, could still be made out to be something of a temple; to whom it was unknown. The wind could be heard tearing through the empty halls of the temple, whisking away sand, and replacing it soon after. The sounds of steady steps ceased, allowing only the sounds of the wind to be heard...

Ivan Nal Kinnsul grabbed the base of his collar and loosened it. His eyes, covered with something resembling a visor, glanced briefly at the ceiling, where rays of light peaked through from the planet's neighboring suns.

The suit-wearing mercenary surveyed the sand-colored room, seemingly searching for something in the ancient temple.

As his eyes panned the room, he thought back to the job that brought him to the scorched planet in the first place...

'A criminal empire wanting to gain the possession of a force user,' the onyx-haired human thought, 'dead or alive, with all of the individual's possessions... Didn't matter whether they are Sith, or Jedi, either were fine by my employer.'

He scoffed; normally, he wouldn't hunt for a force user, not because they were strong or that he was a coward, far from it in fact! Most of the potential employers had either tried to get him to go after weak force users, who of which would offer little entertainment, or attempted to hire him for horribly offending prices.

He had prepared himself for this one individual. It nearly cost him half of his savings that he earned in years of serving as a mercenary, but he wasn't about to take any chances with a person capable of manipulating the force. He had certain parts of his equipment cortosis weave; a very small amount but due to the rarity, an extremely expensive upgrade.

Where he hid any equipment and weapons was unknown for now, as one could only see the dark colored suit he wore, as well as boots reinforced with metals.

This one however, the price was right, either dead or alive, and had the potential to be a very worthy and entertaining opponent. It was just the matter of finding this Jedi...

The man continued to stand in place, still with his eyes scanning the room, silently, and his usual frown marring his scarred face...

The wind continued to echo throughout the desolate chamber.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

She flicked the switch upon her lightsaber- even if it was brighter than kriff outside in the heat of the twin suns, the lightsaber could still be spotted in the dead of daylight.
She stopped to wonder to herself why she was often drawn to the damned planet- and even more so why every time she was drawn here she got sand in places that made it haerd to focus on anything else. She hesitated for a second, her womanly etiquette habitually kicking in. But there was noone around anyways, so she took this small amount of time she would have to fix her undergarments and the sand irritating her skin.
She wore a semi-high cut khaki pair of capris that hugged her body, more intentionally her hind-side- and ended a couple og inches above her ankles. Her light, almost white, blue tank-top went down barely a half an inch from her pant's button. It was more loose accommodate for the heat- yet it hugged her back nicely. She sported a pair of coruscanti sneakers, to march in the sand of this horrid planet was completely a nightmare anyhow.
Her dark visor-shades protected her eyes and added some protection from the winds blowing miniscule fragments of the planet around.

The vast desert was void of much- yet to the damned that have fallen prey to such unforgiving heat there were many secrets buried in the sand that the dead only knew about. The remains of a temple- sure to be home to many a damned, was falling apart. The stone structure was a mystery, and could possibly have dated back since before hyper-space travel, or at least before metals. Lights poured in from cracklings in the rock, they slowly over time would flood the dimmed shade, but for now it wasn't a concern. There were more important things than the effect of weathering on an old stone structure to the small Jedi Knight. She was being followed and she didn't know by whom- only that the reddish visor of his was sure to be lurking around nearby- scouring the landscape for her in a getaway.

She checked her six, kept moving, looked both ways before taking a turn, checked her six again, turned again, checked her six, scoped the next room out- it was a kriffing maze, and she must have checked her six at least three more times before continuing on to the next room.

She wasn't happy- she didn't know who was following her. Form her messenger bag she relinquished her single-hilt lightsaber. If it were to come down to it- than she'd fight her way out, despite how 'dark' and 'powerful' any dark jedi would claim to be... They were all self-centered and couldn't see past themselves enough to compare to anyone else anyhow.

 

[Tzeentch]

After scanning the chamber just beyond the entrance to the temple for several minutes, Ivan scoffed, and called out to his Prey.

"Is this all that the Jedi are capable of?" The 6'3" man taunted, "Are you only trained to flee and hide from the sign of any danger?" He barked out a laugh at the mere thought of a Jedi fleeing from a single individual. Even though he had indeed created a known and feared reputation as "Shade."

The frown he bore deepened, causing the scars on his face to meld slightly into his flesh. Scoffing, he pulled his gloved hands from his pockets and began to steadily tread forward, deeper into the temple. Ivan began to roll up his sleeves calmly up to the middle of his forearms, revealing two rather large pieces of technology and weapons on each arm.

Wanting to draw the Jedi out of hiding, the man called out again, "Are you going to come out and show me your potential, Jedi? Or are you simply going to curl up like a wounded hound and die as a coward?" This time, the man released a short, yet loud laugh.

The man stopped, and stood in the center of the circular chamber, his hands in his pockets once more, "Well Jedi?" he muttered...

"I'm waiting."

Ivan Nal Kinnsul grinned.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

She closed her eyes and began to reach out through the force- there was nothing, yet her focus was interupted by the startled jump she made- the man's voice booming through the ruins.
So- he knew she was jedi. But he gave off no strong force signature, which meant he was most likely a merc who has his eyes on collecting a bounty on some Jedi.
Well he would be in for a surprise- she wasn't going to let some mercenary be the one to take her out- old age would be her death, that was her decree.

She followed his voice, the circular shaped rooms were somewhat of a motif throughout the sandstone temple. He was no doubt in the circular room that she had passed through but a brief moment ago- yes, he was only down a hall connecting the two rooms. She wisened up and decided she would wait for him-
"Patience" she whispered to herself.

She grabbed her lightsaber at the ready, in await to ambush the man. Whom was no doubt cooking something up. At least she had experience with peoplelike these- not like how she was when she was a ignorant young padawan. She would be merc-kill.

"How about you play my game... Come and get me- and We'll put on a real fight." she yelled back at him down the hall.

 

[Tzeentch]

"I know not to engage a force user in direct combat unless as a last measure, Jedi!" The mercenary shouted back, "We shall see who possesses the most patience, now won't we?" Ivan knew that one could not wait out most Jedi, due to their extreme measures of patience they've gained through the training they go through, however, he wasn't about to simply seek his Prey at the Jedi's command.

Ivan stood at the center of the chamber for three hours, enough time for the two suns to shine their blistering rays directly onto him from the circular opening above. He never moved from his stance, even as beads of sweat began to fall from his face.

As time passed, the grin on his face only grew instead of vanishing. The reason for this was that often times, the Padawans of Jedi were often impatient, and would have most likely came out to deal with him. He was dealing with someone who had far more patience than a mere Padawan.

By the time the third hour struck, his grin nearly reached ear to ear, giving the scarred man a maniacal look of sorts... The suns' rays did not aid in the image.

However gleeful he was of fighting someone worthy, and while his patience could last for much longer, he was growing terribly bored. Dropping the maniacal grin from his face, he took his left hand out of his pocket and looked at the underside of the massive piece of hardware that sat on the entirety of his left forearm.

"Well, Jedi," he looked towards the corridor that lead into the only room past the chamber he resided in, "I guess you are no pushover when it comes to waiting games now are you?"

He calmly slid his left foot from its position and went into a well-balanced stance, "I guess I'll just have to flush you out of there, now won't I..?" The mercenary smirked as he raised his left arm towards the corridor with his palm raised.

A small compartment on the underside of the bracer popped open, and in a small cloud of smoke, half a dozen mini-missiles released themselves from the compartment, flew down the corridor and into the next room, the sounds of their flight loud and clear for several seconds before a series of explosions rang out, shaking the ancient structure's foundation somewhat.

Ivan blinked from behind his visor, "... Hope that didn't kill that poor, damnable Jedi," he let out a long, low sigh, "that would simply be disappointing."

He began to tread forward down the corridor, heading towards the next room, smoke, dust, and sand pouring from the doorway.

"If this Jedi survived however," his grin came back in full force, "then this will be a fight to remember, whether she is injured or not." He let out a cackle as he approached the crumbling room...

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The broad heat had left her immobile in the room with only one eexit. She was trapped. The man was still waiting for she could feel him through the force- he was waiting her out. Lest the heat was getting to her he would make the first move, she assumed. And lo, his voice rang through the hall. Followed by that disturbing whistle.

"Kriff!" her light blue saber ignited as she dove into the corner waiting for them to ignite.
If she was slow- the roof would collapse, creating a Jedi pancake. If she was too fast, she would become blaster bait.

The explosions rang and she used the force to Jump through the corridor before the man's feet to behold his face- the orange visor in the sun gave off a glare.

The single blade met her muscle memory- brace ready form of soresu. Her defense was sharp- she could deflect blaster bolts from battalions, and she had before.

With a shove of her hand she attempted to push him aback with the force ablaze.

 

[Tzeentch]

He was halfway to the collapsing room when the Jedi jumped out of it and landed just a few feet from him. He raised his right arm to engage the woman. However, the Jedi had a different plan; she used force push on him, which connected solidly and sent him flying through and out the corridor, creating indentations as he hit the stone floor, before slamming into a pillar in the room he had vacated just before.

"Urrrrgh...." Ivan fell off the pillar, landing on a hand and his knees before looking up to the Jedi, "That hurt... quite a bit.." he spit out a glob of blood, and wiped away the small stream of blood that was leaking from his mouth.

Steadily, he got back to his feet, rotating his shoulders and his neck, which let loose a series of nasty popping sounds. Looking at his suit, he grimaced; it was filled with holes and tears, so he decided to shrug the worthless thing off, which revealed the body armor he wore underneath, along with belts with different types of equipment in the bags that hung on the belt.

Ivan then looked towards the Jedi, a smirk played on his face, and merely stated, "Well, that was a bumpy ride if I do say so myself." Before even raising his right arm, a compartment opened on the topside and a dual-wrist blaster rose as he swung his arm to the Jedi's position.

He then began to send a volley of bolts soaring toward the lightsaber-toting Jedi in swift bursts of four, 1.5 second intervals between each burst. At the same time, he fired two missiles that soared towards the Jedi, 'Four left...'

Of all things, he wasn't expecting the Jedi to pummel him with force powers right off the bat, oh how he felt honored...

As well as bruised.

'Now, little Jedi, what will you do..?' "Shade" thought as the bolts and missiles rained down on the woman's position inside the two-way corridor... Yet he grinned an oh so joyous grin as more blood began to leak from his scarred lips... It seemed that he had suffered some internal damage from bouncing around the desolate structure that he had gone through moments earlier.

This just might be fun after all.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

"I had to close the ground somehow. Heh. Now why are you foll-' Her words were interuppted by the familiar swaying movement of moving blaster fire- a popular move by most mercenaries and bounty hunters. One that she was well used to, after all- the four years inbetween the hutt wars was well spent hardening her combat abilities against mandolorians and merenaries that didn't have a military forcce paying them.

She easily countered each of the bolts, sending them aback with elegant twilrs that ebbed with her 'tiny dancer' arriere.
Upon facing forwards once more her eyes met the speeding- ears the whistle of two missles. Her fingertips juked forwards at the push of palm- her stance a strong wide one.

The white sliky refuse of primitive combusting projection curved to meet in an explosion that fell short of Misha's grasp.

"You realize that if you ccontinue this game, it's only going to end negatively for you. I am a guardian of the peace, lest you're holding aback, which is the typical excuse for those that carry a blaster as carelessly as you- you will be an easy runthrough indeed." Misha once again pirouetted into opening stance.

"We can end this now, you know."

 

[Tzeentch]

Ivan had a feeling that the bolts he sent wouldn't even reach the Jedi. He himself had said if he saw anyone use another blaster against a Jedi, he would kill them himself, but it seemed that the twin wrist blaster wasn't strong or rapid enough to pierce through the woman's defensive stance.

When he heard her declare herself a "Guardian of Peace,' however, all mirth he wore on his face vanished instantaneously, and was replaced with a menacing snarl. "Guardian? Of peace? Do you take me for a fool, Jedi?" The man growled with a dark undertone, "You are most certainly not the first force user I've hunted, and each side of the Force spouted the codes so many times that they have been seared into my mind."

He spat out several globs of blood in disgust, "You Jedi are all so damn naive," he bared his bloodstained canines, "Out of the codes, the Sith have one thing correct; Peace is a Lie."

"So do not say you are a 'Guardian of Peace' when you have done nothing to maintain it." The man had calmed down significantly, however he still bore the snarl on his face, "I was going to take you in alive, but thinking of that kriffin' trash again has pissed me off..." muttered the bloodied mercenary, "So..."

He looked up, his visor showing signs of fracturing, "I'll be taking your head, instead, Jedi." He began to step forward steadily, dark intentions practically seeping out him.

A foot long, four-inch blade erupted from the top of his left bracer, the light causing it to display the dried blood and gore that the blade bore from past victims.

'If the Jedi were the Guardians of Peace...' he reminisced, 'and they protected those that believed in them...'

'Then I wouldn't be here.'

 

[Veritas et Lux]

It was an ignorance of sorts to say the least- Misha upheld her beliefs with every fabric of her soul. She had spent for years in the outer rim inbetween wars repairing, protecting, feeding, healing, saving those that were struck by the crossfire and the aftermath of the militaries. She had set off on her own- a lone servant of love and light to guide a bright light in the darkness that was suffering. She herself had even learned secrets of love in the force that many masters and grandmasters of the order have not learned. She was somewhat offended, yet she did not take this man's ignorance personally. Who was she not to forgive him lest to cast judgement out of place as she was.
Yet she would not have his pretensions fall down on her. She would not be the iron forged by his hatred fueled fire- she would be the one to attempt to cast light on his heart, even if denied.

And so she did cast a light- palm outwards she channeled the force, let it let her bend it to her will. The streaks of lights so blinding, so bright, flashed from her palm outwards in attempts to render him, at least momentarily, having whites for eyes as the fire burnt his vision with the intensity of the suns that loomed above.

Within her hopes she swayed a lightsaber's sway, a grasp let free and the hilt unhindered flying. It would land dead in his chest if contact was made- either way, she would need to be fast about changing sabers.

With another pirouette she flipped open the bag and took agrasp the twin-bladed fury. The intimidating weapon was her pride and joy. Opening stance was a body- the transport to deliver each slash to clash, defense or not.

"You shouldn't be so sure of yourself- curiosity isn't what killed the cat, it was ignorance." she relinquished a chuckle. He was one of 'those'... Always so sure of themselves.

 

[Tzeentch]

There was a reason Ivan wore the black visor he bore. Although the Jedi's 'lightshow' was bright, if not outright blinding, the mercenary merely sped his pace to a swift stride as he himself only 'saw' a small and insignificant light flare and die swiftly through his 'eyes.'

After all, it would be difficult to actually become blinded if one had their own eyes gouged out over three decades ago in their childhood. "Your petty tricks won't work on me, Jedi!" Roared the snarling and bleeding individual as he batted away the lightsaber that sought to slam into his torso.

'Damaged or not, the visor will continue to serve its purpose,' the visor Ivan wore were specially custom made and implanted by his brother; they were directly connected to several parts of his brain, allowing him to 'see' through what he heard. In other words, the wind that passed through the temple continued to create an image for him to go off of. Thanks to the enclosed space of the structure, it allowed him to easier map out the area, as the wind easily melded with and around obstacles...

Including the feminine Jedi.

When he finally reached the Jedi, who had revealed a double-bladed lightsaber, he merely raised his right arm and allowed the underside of the bracer open, which allowed the object inside to reveal itself. Ivan merely muttered one word...

"Burn."

Instantly, an inferno erupted from the contraption underneath and the cloud of flame began to consume everything that stood in its way as it seemed to fly to the Jedi.

When he was close enough, he ceased the the cremation and rushed into the fire as it began to dissipate and and burst from the embers, striking at the Jedi with swift and fierce strikes with his left blade, yet none were uncoordinated. So focused on his attacks, however, he never noticed the cracks in his visor spread...

This was starting to edge off the bounty itself...

It was beginning to get personal.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

(ooc: ha! I told garuga that hydrokinesis would come in handy! Ha! Ill show this to him later)

Misha was surprised to behold the man unsuspen her flying saber. Though she noticed that he had the look, the kind given off only by those more reserved- the ones that last the longest.
However she wasnt expecting that short distance flame thrower that he was equipped with. It was a shock, only because it seemed to have came from nowhere. The flames spew and Misha was forced to retreat into the hallway once more, her hands layed out in front of her to allow the force to ebbe a blanket from the remaining heat so that she wouldnt catch ablaze, for she was already blistered.
The fire burned the distinguished orange that most accelerants gave off in the midst of combustion- her eyes watched as the man strode through them carelessly though, hacking and slashing too to fro.
She would be eaten alive by fire if it werent for her master's training on tython-

She remembered those graceful days in the oceas beyond the temple monastary, fooling with force bubbles and water. However unlikely it was to ever need them during a live combat situation, the techniques were no less a blessing in disguise.

She focused within the short window of time that she had- the sounds and feelings of rain were such peaceful thoughts, and brought upon her the tool of visualization.
She allowed the force to let her let it shape into form of her will- the vision of water, manifestation of ocean waves.

"You, have underestimated thy foe dearly- and for that you will be forgiven by her. However the tides of fait, the tides of her love will rain down on you. And you will feel thy fire drown at your feet."
Misha recited her own poetry as the ocean waters poured from her hands, it hissed as the sand and salt extinguished the fire before her- drenching her want to be benefactor and potentially leaving his electronic tricks useless. It would be a good day on chaos if she were to ever be cut down.
Even if she could spare no offense, she would survive.

 

[Tzeentch]

[OOC: ^ I damn the Jedi powers, you hear me! I DAMN THEM! D:]

Of all things the Jedi could use, he was most certainly not expecting a torrent of water. Water that easily overcame the fading embers that his flamethrower had spewed. Not only that, but the accursed woman had to add insult to injury by having the mass of liquid slam into him, although he stood his ground firmly. There was only one problem...

That water had gotten into his right bracer and practically destroyed the 75.000 Credit piece from the sounds of the sparks that came off of it. Not only that, but it also got into his missile launcher, which still had four perfectly good missiles in it...

That was an extra 37.500 Credits down the drain.

The man simply stood there, his head hung as water dripped from his form. A deep frown marred his face, not that the woman could actually see it. He lowered his arms from the crossed position in which they were when the water slammed into him, and with a mere tightening of both his fists, the entirety of his right bracer and the lower portion of his left fell to the wet, sandy stone. With another clench of his left fist, another foot long, four-inch wide blade burst from a compartment near the elbow...

Both blades began to release a low humming sound.

However, should one actually look at the right arm that was now bare of any pieces of equipment, they would see that it was far to thin to actually stand on its own, as it revealed the bone underneath.

Or rather, had it been bone instead of a mess of electronics and cybernetics that sent a volley of sparks every few seconds.

He finally lifted his face, only to display half of the visor that sat on his face. Only the frame of the left half remained. His movements came to a stop as his face was looking towards the Jedi's direction, his eye, which was closed, also opened...

It revealed nothing. Nothing more than a dark and soulless chasm where the so-called 'Window to the Soul' formerly resided. there seemed to be scars around the area of the empty socket, showing that it had been viciously torn from his head.

"Well Jedi..." the man merely muttered, seeming far too calm anyone should be in a situation like this, "You seem to be a very entertaining foe..." He did not smile, nor did he grin or frown or snarl.

He displayed absolutely nothing.

"I haven't had this much in years..." he murmured, "Nothing was as challenging as this... I must say, I enjoyed our fight... but..."

In seemingly a blink of an eye, he was upon her, the blade-wielding arm raised, "it must end."

He slashed downward with monstrous strength no normal human should posses, his eyeless socket seemingly staring into her own eyes, showing nothing but darkness...

The battle would come to an end, one way or another.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

She stand before the horrific vision of a once-was, his charred black caves, hungry- for the taste of sight was a delicacy taken for granted all to often. His bare, bleached white bones worn from weathering, exposed for god knows why. It wasn't human- no longer. He was a kitchen table in the mountains, worn and weathered by the primitive folk-people of Alderaan. Scarred and chipped, the wood of a thousand eating utensils and glassware.
Back to the moment Misha caught the broadside of his hasty speed- it was monsterous.
She could not deal much but to move from his metallic stomp. She would have been crushed- not even she posessed the could-have to fortify a lightsaber's vanguard from such a hammering strike dealt sickly.
But for such a sickly blow- cutter's only refreshment from thirst of blood was sandstone, refined to dust. Misha had dealt him another unfair hand in this game, behold training in soresu witted her modestly: exploit thy enemies' weakness.

She hugged her back against the wall, loosing herself a'tangled upon his lens. His right black chasm unable to detect her infrared. For that she was gracious of him.

"There is no emotion." she thought aloud- prepping her mentality for spoils of a bright kill.

Her wrist joints locked has she herself made judgement upon his soul- to take a life.

She once over'ed him- another veil lifted as the force was allowed to come in and direct him a'soar a bloody dent within the sandstone opposite of him.
Her palm facing forward she thrust with all of her might in silent faith that he would be taken aback, swept away- shellshocked for that.

She did not think- she did not feel that she needed to care to think to care of what would happen next, her mind running- fleeing analysis with adrenaline it's powerful engine. She did not anticipate what would happen next, any tricks that he may have left, she just...

Slash

By the force she wished upon it's will- when she open her eyes she hope to find the horrific sight of blood spilled from it's glass. She hoped to find that her benfactor had become the one to fall at the hands of prey. And for a second she hesitated- her eyelids lifted, and lo what was before her-

(ooc:do not say i godmodded for there's nothing that i have written to say that i killed you. I only beheld the outcome- (which i did not write for i am not a godmodder))

 

[Tzeentch]

The wind, no matter the planet, the time, or the setting, was always a friend of him, as it gave him his sight. It aided him well when his brother created the visor for him, allowing him to see the world again, but not with colors and light, but through darkness.

There the mercenary sat, indented into the sandstone wall of the temple, hit left arm gone at the bicep, only there was no electronics, only charred flesh. His right, cybernetic arm was destroyed beyond repair due to the force push that slammed into his body, more than likely breaking several ribs and other bones. His ears rang from the impact, but he could still faintly hear the woman speak and the faint hum of the lightsaber...

He stared at the woman, his 'vision' blurry, through his right 'eye.'

She then struck.

Slash

His vision went black...











"Tch... had to strike my visor, didn't you..." Ivan weakly spat out a rather large glob of blood as he 'sat' in the indentation in the wall. He let loose a weak sigh and rested his bloody head against the stone, his 'vision' no longer existent, now that the Jedi had blindly struck with her lightsaber, creating a new, charred scar over his right eye, and destroying the remnants of his visor...

Any closer and she may have just killed him.

He couldn't move, not without his 'sight.' He couldn't fight, not without his arms. He was defeated soundly and completely. He tilted his head just enough so that he could 'look' at the Jedi, or rather, where he believed her to be.

"So Jedi, you've beaten me, and you have taken my sight away, as well as my arms..." He shook his head slightly, "What will you do now..? Will you simply finish me off..? Or will you let me live..?" He muttered.

"After all, the victor is the one that writes the history..." He simply laid his head back against the stone, awaiting her decision.

If she killed him, that was that; he had no qualms with death, seeing as he himself had inflicted so much of it in his career.

He may have a chance to actually get a glimpse of his family before being flung into the deepest pits of Oblivion.

If she spared him however, well, he had no qualms with that either, and he rather enjoyed the fight that raged in the temple... Perhaps he might actually see her or a relative again...

Only not as enemies, but maybe as allies or acquaintances. You never knew who you met and fought when you were a mercenary.

He sat there in stone, his sightless and empty sockets boring holes into her head...

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The small battle was over- symbolized by the retraction of her lightsaber- her half way burnt capris, revealing the blistered skin underneath, dirty and sooty.
She layed to rest on her knees before the poor fellow- as he inquired upon his fate.

"It is not my place to play god. And I do not ever find justice in death- for I am a guardian of the peace, and I love you. I love all through the force, even if you did try to kill me- I have always forgiven you." she placed a hand among his forehead and nestled his cranium, for the heat would be the death of him yet.

Burst of light erupted from her hands as her love- in the form of the force engulfed his body, soothing his torment and pain.

"You will live, but inly if you can find it within yourself to let go..." she continued, raising him by the shoulder- becoming the balance that his arms could not be.

She began to walk with him- slowly, together they flee from this demented place. Into the sand they returned, this time as more than cat and mouse........

 

[Tzeentch]

. . .


"You know," the man muttered, "I do have a way to get off of this kriffin' planet."

The two had been walking across the shifting dunes for well over an hour now. Luckily, nightfall had taken to the skies, creating a very cool atmosphere... At least, to him.

Unfortunately, due to his lack of sight and the reliance on his sense of sound, he could faintly hear the howls and patter of predators awfully close to the Jedi and his position over the wind.

Not that he was afraid, mind you, bu it was difficult to fend off something in the pitch-black night with no 'sight' or weapons...

Or limbs.

"There's a transmitter in my right pocket, simply turn the thing on and we can wait for an acquaintance of mine to get to our location."

He made absolutely no mention of who or what would come when (if) the woman actually activated the contraption.

Not that it actually mattered. He just wanted to get off this sand infested world and go somewhere where there was no sand...

Like a ship.