Resident President Meme
The thrill never left Darlyn, the thrill of an impending hunt. He was a hunter of people when he was younger, and in his heart perhaps he always would be to an extent. Tracking targets, planning the attack, finding the optimal time to strike swiftly. The hunt was forever burned into him, the only thing that ever changed was the prey. Nowadays, he only hunted criminals... and rarely at that. People who simply managed to evade law enforcement for extended periods of time, often not really worth all the time and planning. They weren't always dangerous, they rarely provided him a challenge.
Today's hunt would.
He'd been planning this for a while now, not letting a single twist in the path remain unplanned for. Finding the planet perfect for the hunt, hunting down rumours of the prey's presence, plotting a path through the shadowlands of Kashyyyk to their hunting grounds, it felt amazing. Equally, preparing the necessary ambush prep filled him with anticipation. Knowing his target, he had to be very careful to bring enough to take it down swiftly, knowing he wouldn't have the time to correct course if something went wrong. Rather than preparing for a firefight, or saber duel, he prepared a bag nearly filled to the brim with an overabundance of detpacks, dumping more credits into this than he needed. Once he'd packed enough explosives to kill a rancor twice over, came the last thing. He needed allies.
Mi'la Undari was a woman with a damaged force connection, but Darlyn felt she would not only prove useful, but she could find something of meaning in this endeavor. With a bit of work, he managed to send a message to the twi'lek, informing her of an opportunity and to meet him at a landing pad in Rwookrrorro, on the forest world Kashyyyk, armed with everything she felt comfortable bringing for a potential fight. Normally Darlyn would've informed her of more, but knowing the number of explosives he brought and the others he had in mind to invite, best to not have her bring thermal detonators or something worse.
Mig Gred
was another ally, one Darlyn knew he could trust well. Though they hadn't been together on Concord Dawn, they had both fought in that battle against the Sith. More to the point, both of them could claim connection to the Force and the Manda, even if they had different emphasis on those connections. Sending him a message was a bit easier, since he could use Mandalorian channels to get it to him swiftly, informing him of a hunt and to come prepared. Darlyn felt Mig would respond, if nothing else than to physically meet the man who had saved a number of Clan Gred on Concord Dawn, almost at the cost of his own life.
Finally, he sent the last message to
Adenn Kyramud
, another Clan's Alor. And, by quirk of his messed up Mandalorian family tree, quite possibly his technical brother-in-law. Certainly related in some fashion at the least, though they would only have met in brief passing at a family reunion or two. Darlyn knew of the Alor mostly by reputation, and had the most doubts in his showing. The only two reasons he could see, would be if Adenn put any stock in their strange mutual family tree, or if Adenn would respect the call of the former Mand'alor's uncle to hunt with him. Knowing Adenn would be the only truly not sensitive to the force, his presence would be a great asset. Naturally both this and Mig's message would make note of anything they needed to land safely
Regardless, Darlyn got a light freighter, rented of course, and made his own way to the forest world. When he arrived at Rwookrrorro, he exited his craft and stretched, finding a nice spot where he could watch for the others. Everything had been arraigned properly for docking here, with any luck their hunt would only be at most a day or so if they were exceptionally unlucky. However he was certain their prey would be where he expected. But until they could gather there was no point worrying on time tables, so with a large pack of explosives securely strapped to his back, he calmly watched and waited.
The Terentateks would be hunted sooner or later regardless.
Today's hunt would.
He'd been planning this for a while now, not letting a single twist in the path remain unplanned for. Finding the planet perfect for the hunt, hunting down rumours of the prey's presence, plotting a path through the shadowlands of Kashyyyk to their hunting grounds, it felt amazing. Equally, preparing the necessary ambush prep filled him with anticipation. Knowing his target, he had to be very careful to bring enough to take it down swiftly, knowing he wouldn't have the time to correct course if something went wrong. Rather than preparing for a firefight, or saber duel, he prepared a bag nearly filled to the brim with an overabundance of detpacks, dumping more credits into this than he needed. Once he'd packed enough explosives to kill a rancor twice over, came the last thing. He needed allies.
Mi'la Undari was a woman with a damaged force connection, but Darlyn felt she would not only prove useful, but she could find something of meaning in this endeavor. With a bit of work, he managed to send a message to the twi'lek, informing her of an opportunity and to meet him at a landing pad in Rwookrrorro, on the forest world Kashyyyk, armed with everything she felt comfortable bringing for a potential fight. Normally Darlyn would've informed her of more, but knowing the number of explosives he brought and the others he had in mind to invite, best to not have her bring thermal detonators or something worse.

Finally, he sent the last message to

Regardless, Darlyn got a light freighter, rented of course, and made his own way to the forest world. When he arrived at Rwookrrorro, he exited his craft and stretched, finding a nice spot where he could watch for the others. Everything had been arraigned properly for docking here, with any luck their hunt would only be at most a day or so if they were exceptionally unlucky. However he was certain their prey would be where he expected. But until they could gather there was no point worrying on time tables, so with a large pack of explosives securely strapped to his back, he calmly watched and waited.
The Terentateks would be hunted sooner or later regardless.