M I R A G E
KAMINO
The exile period has been treating the Helion harshly. Trained to be the Confederacy finest organic phalanx, they have been reduced to glorified drill sergeants for the Republic’s Armed Forces. Caged by the Republic’s military code, regulations, and fat bureaucracy, they have struggled securing contracts that wouldn’t breach their pre-existing agreement that has been absorbed by the Republic.
Morale in the camp is low. For some, lack of contract means no commission and thinning rations. For few like Kesh Hevro, it means boredom and peace-fatigue. The Pyke Prince doesn’t need the money; he is here for the blood and the network. The latter he still got; he utilizes the idle time to manage his family’s diversified businesses outside of the Kessel Run. But that doesn’t answer his first needs. A deadly weapon needs to be sharpened regularly. So a bar banter and couple of shots later, he is on his way to Kamino with a Helion comrade.
He’s been here before; his family knows people in the Kaminoan government, and he’s been in a similar hunting trip before. The target is simple; a small to medium sized Kamoradon Sea Dragon or Saberjowl, dead and served in a silver platter. The execution though, it’s complicated. Not only they have to navigate the ever stormy wave of the Kamino sea, they might attract a bigger predator, which is practically impossible to take down by such a small group.
“It’s like hunting a rancor, but three times bigger, faster, and underwater. I killed my first when I was 17,” the Pyke told Arjen. This is potentially Arjen’s first time hunting Kamino sea monsters, so he has to brief the Helion as comprehensively as possible, lest he will be forced to explain to his superior why would he risk a Helion in a such irrelevant activity on these precarious hours. “You have propellers in your boots and gauntlets, use those to accelerate in there or to get out of the water.” he added.
Wrapped in his modified hunting armor, equipped with an amphibious sniper rifle, automatic rifle, and vibroknife, Kesh jumped from his patrolling ship, straight into the dark, stormy sea of Kamino.
The exile period has been treating the Helion harshly. Trained to be the Confederacy finest organic phalanx, they have been reduced to glorified drill sergeants for the Republic’s Armed Forces. Caged by the Republic’s military code, regulations, and fat bureaucracy, they have struggled securing contracts that wouldn’t breach their pre-existing agreement that has been absorbed by the Republic.
Morale in the camp is low. For some, lack of contract means no commission and thinning rations. For few like Kesh Hevro, it means boredom and peace-fatigue. The Pyke Prince doesn’t need the money; he is here for the blood and the network. The latter he still got; he utilizes the idle time to manage his family’s diversified businesses outside of the Kessel Run. But that doesn’t answer his first needs. A deadly weapon needs to be sharpened regularly. So a bar banter and couple of shots later, he is on his way to Kamino with a Helion comrade.
He’s been here before; his family knows people in the Kaminoan government, and he’s been in a similar hunting trip before. The target is simple; a small to medium sized Kamoradon Sea Dragon or Saberjowl, dead and served in a silver platter. The execution though, it’s complicated. Not only they have to navigate the ever stormy wave of the Kamino sea, they might attract a bigger predator, which is practically impossible to take down by such a small group.
“It’s like hunting a rancor, but three times bigger, faster, and underwater. I killed my first when I was 17,” the Pyke told Arjen. This is potentially Arjen’s first time hunting Kamino sea monsters, so he has to brief the Helion as comprehensively as possible, lest he will be forced to explain to his superior why would he risk a Helion in a such irrelevant activity on these precarious hours. “You have propellers in your boots and gauntlets, use those to accelerate in there or to get out of the water.” he added.
Wrapped in his modified hunting armor, equipped with an amphibious sniper rifle, automatic rifle, and vibroknife, Kesh jumped from his patrolling ship, straight into the dark, stormy sea of Kamino.
