Public A Great Festive Hunt

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Ord Mantell
Outfit: Armour
Equipment: Blaster Rifle, Blaster Pistol
Tag: Open

There was a challenge set.

Biggest Game wins. The prize was worth several thousand credits in the form of a speeder.

Tarw was all in for the competition and wanted to see how many random bounty hunters and others around the Galactic Alliance would be taking part. It was a way to assess those he would be growing closer with and working long term, but it was also a step towards those who worked like his father's murderer. He was a bounty hunter, an assassin, so seeing others like that killer would provide Tarw knowledge. Give him the understanding on the skills he needed to develop. And this competition tended to pull in bounty hunters and their like since it was a competition that fed into their skills.

Pulling up to the starting camp, Tarw was wearing his armour and carrying his father's rifle and pistol. The tall man looked over the other competitors and noted the various weapons and tools they were bringing in for this hunt. It was a difficult to figure out what animals would be best to take down, fortunately that this was done in part to cull the dangerous large predators and wildlife that existed, but it was turning the animals into food for those who were struggling over the Life Day period. This was a hunt done unnecessarily and it wasn't something that would waste the animals being hunted. Those were concerns that Tarw had when he had initially signed up for the competition and was relieved to find this was a force for good.

Breathing in deep, Tarw stilled his mind and waited for the hunt to begin.

Spoiler

(Hey folks! Thought I would do an intro thread for Tarw that also had a competition edge to it. The winner will be decided with highest dice roll. So when you kill your animal, roll a d20 on here and the score will be taken down. Highest score will win a speeder, I won't be included so don't worry about me winning the prize. Working on the submission now, good luck!)

 

[Korn Kray'ac]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Ord Mantell had diverse terrain amid its continents and islands, from plains and mountains to oceans and urban cityscape. It looked like today’s game would take place in arid conditions, but the warrior noted jungle on one flank, mesas on another, which meant diverse creatures in turn.

A hunt sounded fun. It kind of reminded him of his days as a gladiator, fighting in the ring, being up against all kinds of adversaries without truly knowing who his opponent would be until the moment they were shown as the gate opened and they came his way with a weapon greater than a gladius aimed in his general direction and generally at his face.

The fighting pit gave him experience as a slave, though he was little more than an experiment. Yet he wasn’t brittle at least. He was brave, tough, and a Mandalorian, but few would know it or even recognize him as being one.

Korn Kray’ac did not sport any beskar’gam. He wore armor in the form of any other from boot to helmet, as in it wasn’t Mandalorian, but it served its purpose. He carried a modified E-10 blaster rifle, a Bryar pistol and a vibroknife.

Walking on mud, he looked across the naked faces of his competitors as much as fellow hunters, or their helmeted heads. His own rested over his noggin, secured, propping his rifle over his shoulder.

“Say, anyone ever had acklay?” It was a genuine question. “Tastes like chicken in some cases. Bacon in others, especially as jerky.” He adjusted his belt, pistol hanging at hip. "Granted, I'd prefer a plate of bantha steak but hey.“ Sometimes you got what you were given. "Also tastes like snake.” Blinking behind his helmet. “Lots of things taste like snake, now that I think about it.”

Tarw Rhyfelwr