Endor: Welcome to the Jungle (Invite only)

[Daxton Bane]

The sun was slowly sinking down the horizon as the man leaned one hand against the solid trunk of the tree, his breath coming in ragged gasps, the dark green fatigues drenched in sweat. With haunted eyes he glanced over his shoulder, twitching at the slightest movement afraid that the pursuit had finally caught up with him.

It was supposed to be a simple security job, on Endor no less. Who the hell kept anything on this backwater anyway? After all the facility was abandoned, long since reclaimed by the wilderness. True it bore some sort of Sith sigils but that probably meant it was some sort of tomb of some kind. They had been hoping for treasure, well at least that was what his former employer had promised them when they landed the shuttles near the old station a good walk from the site.

According to the records, the station used to be some sort of shield projecting facility back before the time of the New Republic, but it had been looted by scavengers long before he was born. Now all it represented was a husk of its former glory.

If only the techies didn't hook up the generators back up then none of this would have happened. Idiots wanted to impress the buyers that were coming in. An as is, where is sale of Sith contraband tech. That was sure to bring in some of the biggest arms dealers this side of the cosmos. Turn on the lights they said, for a dog and pony show.

Something from inside got loose. He could still recall the screams of terror and fear, the gurgle of their dying breaths in his ear, that inhuman scream that chilled the bone. While others tried to contain what had escaped, he did the smart thing and ran. He had to toss his comm piece as he could hear those he left behind scream in confusion and pain, then nothing more than silence. It was the silence which unnerved him the most.

If only he could make it back to the shuttle, he could get off this world, kark on the bounty, there were more profitable ways to make a living than being torn apart alive.

Lifting his rifle at the sudden movement on his left, he pressed the trigger, sending blaster bolts into the gathering darkness until the clip ran dry. Then he heard it, like a cry of lanza wolf, only instead of just one, it echoed over and over, like the call of beast to a feast.

His screams lasted only a few moments before the night was silent again. Shadowy figures dragging the remains back to the camp. Dinner was served.

@Wicker @Nala @[member="Hadzu'ska-Dyo"] @[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Arthos Vynea"]

 

[Arthos Vynea]

Rumor mired in legend spread quickly, and Arthos had paid good money for the double check on this information. Seems somewhere on Endor a treasure hunting team had gone dark, and rumor has it the buyers were told of a Sith tomb. This was all Arthos needed to hear before taking a short leave to see this site with his own eyes. He brought no men with him, or government ship this time, this was personal gain. Instead be brought the Iridonian, but he still wore his Templar armor, no point in trying to replace something that already worked.

Landing as near to the original site as he could manage Arthos waited for a moment in silence as he stared out the cockpit window. He'd have a bit of a trip ahead of him, but he'd brought a speeder bike so he'd make the trip with good time. First he'd check for the shuttle that was supposedly left behind, and check its logs. Then he'd check the site itself, and with any luck find something worth the effort this trip was costing him.

@Wicker @Nala @Hadzu'ska-Dyo @Akodya Mune @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

From the sky he could easily spot the trio of shuttles on the ground, each bore markings of micro asteroid fragment hits, dulling of the exteriors, clearly they were well used. According to lore, this site was one of the location were the old Galactic empire fell. Hard as it was to believe that this ruin would be so important though.

As he parked his vessel he could see that the shuttle doors of the other vehicles were shut tight, requiring him to either use the pass keypad or find some other means of ingress.

The sun was slowly crawling its way up the sky, as various animal sounds could be heard coming from the nearby foliage. Birds singing, the occassional mating call of two species looking to start a new future, obvious to the armored humanoid walking on the ground beneath them.

@Wicker @Nala @Hadzu'ska-Dyo @Akodya Mune @Arthos Vynea

 

[Wicker]

Wicker was visiting his brothers on Vendor once again. He prepared his hunting bow for the hunt. Wicker stopped still and sniffed the air around him, aliens were on Vendor. Wicker sniffed the air again and set off towards the humans.