A Jungle of Predicments

[Zathra Fett]

[member="Aranov Alore"]​

Boy, a jungle, not like Zathra never found these. Sadly, she found these quite a lot but she still enjoyed the strange atmosphere of the forest. Animals scurried through the undergrowth of the foliage and ran under foot running from who knows what and going who knows where. The Large jungles trees blocked out the sun from overhead but it didn't stop much of the rain. Yep, that's right, it was raining, really hard and annoyingly. Zathra wore her mandalorion armor now painted a jungle camouflage color for unknown reasons, well mostly for personal reasons rather than any other reasons, plus for hunting reasons. In her left hand, Zathra held a blaster while she didn't hold anything in her right hand as her arm was finally not broken but she wanted to be safe for a couple of days so that she wouldn't break it again. Although, strapped around her right wrist was a portable grappling hook. Zathra looked around slightly before finding a sturdy tree as to set up camp for the night.​

 

[xAcheron]

The planet had a foul air about it. Aranov found himself disliking it more and more but in the end it did not truly matter whether he liked it or not. The only reason the Mandalorian was even on the planet was to collect a bounty. Nothing major, a small time Rodian who had pissed off Aranov's gracious employers , the Hutts. Not that he feared the slugs but he knew better than to attract their vengeance.

As he walked through the jungle he noticed his black armor was stained by the many pains of the jungle planet. Aranov looked up and noticed that the sun was beginning to set. "Guess I should find a good place to stop. It's another half a days journey from here to my ship, may as well-" His words were cut short when his cybernetic eye began sending out a series of rapid beeps. The computer-like eye enhanced until he saw a thermal signature moving towards him. Instantly Aranov turned towards a nearby tree and began to climb it. Though he was fairly slim he was strong and was able to scale the tree with ease.

It was not long until his cybernetic eye was looking over a female walking into the clearing. Slowly but carefully he pulled his sniper rifle from it's place on his back before aiming it at her, trying to get a better view of who may have been following him. After only a moment he saw that she wore armor similar to his and he narrowed his one good eye. "Mando'ade..."

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[Zathra Fett]

[member="Aranov Alore"]​

Zathra heard the slight rustling of leaves and then turned quickly to see a bush move when something passed it. She was being followed, great just what she needed at this time. To be followed, hopefully it wasn't a mercenary hired by one of those annoying Hutts that she failed a smuggling run for. Cause those mercenaries were quite annoying, and I mean quite annoying. Zathra then turned back regretfully and pointed the grappling hook at a large and sturdy branch and sent the hook flying towards the branch and then within a minute she swirled up to the sturdy branch and was recalling the hook back into the grappling hook metal holder. Zathra then adjusted herself and pulled out her backpack from her back and placed it upon the branch as a type of pillow. She kept her green helmet on as to be ready if attack comes and also because well, it was still raining a ton.​

 

[xAcheron]

Aranov paused when he saw the woman grappel herself into a nearby tree. He set his rifle back where it was before his hands went to his blaster pistols. If he was a smart man he would not even need the weapons but as Aranov had often proved he was not generally a smart man. At least not when it came to common sense.

Aranov ran forward and as he did he drew his blaster pistols. It only took a second for him to land on the branch as the other Mandalorian. "Su'cuy'gar Ner'vod. Hands up." His pistols fell onto her while his mechanical eye danced over the woman's body, checking for explosives and and cybernetics she may have herself. He hoped that this would end how he wanted it to but something about the Mandoad caused him to doubt the chances of that.

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[Zathra Fett]

[member="Aranov Alore"]​

What the heck!! What did this guy want anyways, and by the look of it he was a Mando, great just what she needed. A Hostile Mando that was threatening another Mando called herself. Zathra slowly put her hands up in mock surrender. She still has six blasters and a wrist mounted laser which could probably distract him but cutting some of his armor or his arm. Her astromech droid then rolled out from her ship and used it's jumppack to fly behind the man and draw out a taser of sorts. Zathra rolled her eyes at the man before finally responding back to the man.​

"Da'nr, me'copaani? Ni cuyir tkiriyr ner srukre acar!!"​

(( Translation: Dude, what do you want? I'm minding my own business!! ))​

 

[xAcheron]

Aranov found himself looking behind him as an Astromech was pointing a laser at him. "Kando nuhur. Udesii vod'ika nassaa kadala gar. Ju'kadiir ti shu, ma'haat." 'Ok, fun's over. Calm down little sister I'm not going to hurt you. I was just joking, promise.' To show that he was being serious Aranov placed his blasters in their holsters before crossing his arms and smiling softly. "Haa'taylir?" 'See?'

He turned and looked to the droid before scanning it quickly with his cybernetic eye. As the droid aimed the weapon at him he simply looked back to the Mandalorian. "Ja'hailir....Ner gai Aranov. Aranov Be aliit Alore." 'Look....My name is Aranov. Aranov of clan Alore.' He pulled back his hood to show his face before looking back to the droid. As he looked around he noticed the sun was continuing to set, but he was having fun right where he was.
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[Zathra Fett]

[member="Aranov Alore"]​

The little purple and orange astromech then put it's laser back into it's body before flying back down to a branch lower on the tree and powering down. Man, why did this guy just speak Mando'a. Zathra was fine with it, she just didn't always talk to people in her primary language when she didn't live on Mandalore or was being with other Mandalorions. The rain began to get heavier and then Zathra finally sat up and brought her knees to her chest before finally responding to this guy who's name was Aranov.​

"Ni cuyir Zathra teh Ha'yr Fett. Meg cuyir gar narir dayn olar bal tion'jor narir gar ruya gar besbe'trayce bat ni? Plus, Ni cuyir shi kih, bal dah'lav bid gebi aor be olyaor a yaihi'l sta'hralhe."​

::I'm Zathra from Clan Fett. What are you doing out here and why did you draw your weapons on me? Plus, I'm just small, and 17 so nearly the age of being a full adult::​