Nyxie
【夢狐】
It was another hot day in the sandy deserts of Tatooine. The harsh, blistering winds rushed like the desert plague through the endless fields of sand, berating and scathing at everything in its path. The sun beat down on all in its embrace with a harsh heat that caused the very air to bend, as if rebelling in angst of the constant assault. A single hum echoed out in the distance... it grew louder, slowly but surely.... And louder.... And louder still. Suddenly, two Tuskens burst forth over the dune of the frame in question, one tripping over the edge and tumbling down in a cloud of sand as the other turned back and kept sprinting.
A single heavily-armored land speeder raced over the dune as though it was a ramp, landing with a powerful sweeping thud, creating a huge fog of dirt and sediment. It has two colossal RamDrive engines retrofitted in and covered in shaggy metal plating. It's nose had been completely enclosed in a heavy plow wedge. Two CC repeating heavy blasters were mounted forward on its hood, and in the rear seat was a one-eighty degree rotating blaster autocannon. Aynea sat, cloaked in a ragged and torn up cloak, on the top edge of the back seat - or what remained of its framing - looking forward as the hard wind snapped her hair about. A large modular rifle was held in her hands, pointing upwards in a safe prone. Slung under its muzzle was a grenade launcher and on its side, an ACP master key.
The foxtress smiled brightly as dozens more of sand people scattered from their holdings upon sight of her fortress speeder. Several LBTs followed behind her, blasting explosive shells into the distance, laying siege to the desert. Gunners blasted at the fleeing Tuskens, mowing them down one by one. Aynea raised her hand to the furry tufts of her ear, pressing a small apparatus lodged within.
"Fox One to Stinger, they're falling like pins. It's almost amusing...." she said, giggling seductively.
The speeder powerslid to an abrupt stop as they reached a small bank of rock face.
"Alright. Listen up, fools. Which one of you wretched thieves and extortionists robbed my colleagues of their precious parts? Going once... twice...." firmly yelled the foxtress over some sort of loudspeaker device. "Ah, kark it...."
Aynea's tails lit up in a mild blaze as she leapt forth from the back of the speeder. Her gun twirled to her back on its sling as she dove claws-first into a sand raider, knocking him to the ground and lifting her arm out to the side without even turning her head to send a large blue faux fire ball hurdling into the chest of another, sending him flying.
"Start talking!!"
@[member="Circe Savan"]
A single heavily-armored land speeder raced over the dune as though it was a ramp, landing with a powerful sweeping thud, creating a huge fog of dirt and sediment. It has two colossal RamDrive engines retrofitted in and covered in shaggy metal plating. It's nose had been completely enclosed in a heavy plow wedge. Two CC repeating heavy blasters were mounted forward on its hood, and in the rear seat was a one-eighty degree rotating blaster autocannon. Aynea sat, cloaked in a ragged and torn up cloak, on the top edge of the back seat - or what remained of its framing - looking forward as the hard wind snapped her hair about. A large modular rifle was held in her hands, pointing upwards in a safe prone. Slung under its muzzle was a grenade launcher and on its side, an ACP master key.
The foxtress smiled brightly as dozens more of sand people scattered from their holdings upon sight of her fortress speeder. Several LBTs followed behind her, blasting explosive shells into the distance, laying siege to the desert. Gunners blasted at the fleeing Tuskens, mowing them down one by one. Aynea raised her hand to the furry tufts of her ear, pressing a small apparatus lodged within.
"Fox One to Stinger, they're falling like pins. It's almost amusing...." she said, giggling seductively.
The speeder powerslid to an abrupt stop as they reached a small bank of rock face.
"Alright. Listen up, fools. Which one of you wretched thieves and extortionists robbed my colleagues of their precious parts? Going once... twice...." firmly yelled the foxtress over some sort of loudspeaker device. "Ah, kark it...."
Aynea's tails lit up in a mild blaze as she leapt forth from the back of the speeder. Her gun twirled to her back on its sling as she dove claws-first into a sand raider, knocking him to the ground and lifting her arm out to the side without even turning her head to send a large blue faux fire ball hurdling into the chest of another, sending him flying.
"Start talking!!"
@[member="Circe Savan"]