A CAT-ch up (Carjol+Trista)

[Carjol]

He climbed up a tree and scanned the forest floors, he heard the cry of an Ewok and growled low as he ran along the dense forest tree branches to the area where the Ewok cry came from. He looked around and could not see the anything bar a single blaster shot. He held a silent prayer then, swore vengeance on the killer.

@[member="Trista Nemorra"]

 

[Trista Nemorra]

She made quick quiet paces toward the area that carjol was climbing to and found nothing there when she arrived, looking up into the tree's she waited for @[member="Carjol"] to pick up a scent or something and then started to look around..

 

[Carjol]

He looks around then eyed a dead Ewok. He rushed down and over to the body. Clutching the back of the head and says his apologises then sniffed for the scent of killer then he heard a rustle and the killer tackling Carjol to the ground, he snarls and attempts to scratch and maim the Exchange Hunter.

@[member="Trista Nemorra"]

 

[Trista Nemorra]

trista watched as the hunter tackled @[member="Carjol"] and watched as they fought and then held out her hands and sent two stun darts into the would be attacker and dropped him quickly, she then smirked at @[member="Carjol"] and walked over pulling the attacker off him and tied the attacker up.

 

[Carjol]

He watched as Trista saved him from the attacker, he grunted and shoved the stunned body off him and watched her tie the attacker up. He shook his head and smacked the attacker's face, attempting to wake up her. Growling lowly as it doesn't work right now.

@[member="Trista Nemorra"]

 

[Trista Nemorra]

Trista looked at @[member="Carjol"] and smirked at him after he smacked the attacker and then drop kicked him in them ribs which seemed to work, afterward she knelt down and took out her combat knife and grabbed the girl by her hair hard and held the knife to the womans face You're going to tell us why it is your hunting my furry friend, understood? she asked as she remained calm but also stern and methodical.

@[member="Carjol"]

 

[Carjol]

He watched but the woman does not answer straight away, cursing and swearing, she then cries out as she spots a massive hunter Wookiee run up behind and pick up Trista with ease. Carjol springs into action, stabbing the female Hunter, then attempts at a high kick, trying to unbalance the hefty beast. Snarling lowly as he growls and snarls.

@[member="Trista Nemorra"]

 

[Trista Nemorra]

Upon being picked up Trista smirks at the female wookiee and performs a roll when she hikes trista abover her head and lands on her feet when she got loose from the beasts grasp, @[member="Carjol"] then ran up and began to stab the female wookiee and Trista used her wrist caster and sent three stun darts into the wookiee's body, she then watched as it fought against the stun which made the stun darts input more watts into it's body as it fought... soon the wookiee would be completely incapacitated and she would no longer be a threat.

 

[Carjol]

He looked at Trista and nodded his head. It seemed that the slaver was here and he licked his lips slowly the sharp teeth rubbing against his rough tongue. He growled, where was he going to find the slaver on this small moon. Though it was small it was dense forest mostly.

He looked at her "Am I paranoid now? We need to find the slaver now!" He said giving a tone of urgency.

@[member="Trista Nemorra"]

 

[Trista Nemorra]

Trista smirked at him as he asked her if he was paranoid and then took the stun darts out of both the would-be opponents and reloaded them into the wrist caster to recharge and then walked over to him with an elegant sway to her hips and grabbed his paw I highly doubt you're paranoid, let's go and see if we can't find that slaver...Love she said and then walked off toward the west.

@[member="Carjol"]

 

[Carjol]

He gave a low purr as he watched her sway her hips so. He then stealthily grabbed her blaster pistol and walked North. He had seen some sort of track marks in that direction and he thought it was very possible that the slaver was hiding there. He held his dagger in his left hand and the pistol in his right, lips baring back, he was ready to kill, ready for revenge.

@[member="Trista Nemorra"]