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Expeditionary Episodes of the Mercicle and the Cactus Queen

Way ahead of you.

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“This is as far as I go,” said the pilot, squirming in his seat.

‘This’ being the lower atmosphere of 3 25 15 21 23 1 – a.k.a. Thral. She couldn’t really blame the dude. By all accounts (all three and a half of them) the planet was liable to bite.

‘Death World’, apparently, translated to ‘Retirement Home’ in the Beast tongue.

Grinning, Aver grabbed a shuttle and headed groundside.
 
Aver's transport shuttle dropped through a thick veil of clouds to skirt over the treetops of the southern swamps and wastes. Surrounded on all sides by the muted colors of the landscape and the shadows of its creatures, she did not fly solo for long. A wellspring of flying beasts, both big and small, flooded the open skies above the canopy at the droning of ship engines, fleeing the rumble of this alien beast descending upon the lands.

With no heading or coordinates for a destination, the Merc flew blind for some time, searching for signs of a lone inhabitant. The trees beneath her grew thicker, taller, greener as she headed north. On several occaisions great floating, bulbous things forced her to change flight path, the wings slipping through what seemed to be a drapery of vines... or tentacles.

At long last a flash of brilliant aqua streaked across the viewport, disappearing beneath the ship to circle around and fly abreast of it.

A familiar sight to behold: the Beast Master riding aboard a winged heathen, but she'd traded her orange skreev in for a larger, intricately marked alien version.

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Ordinarily, wandering aimlessly was an annoyance to the efficient merc. But this was a d— er, vacation.

Well, ‘vacation’.

Had to watch the skies for the giant winged shadows passing through the clouds; had to watch the jungle below for anything that might reach up; had to watch her flanks and back, in case something tried to sharpen its teeth on the durasteel hull of the shuttle.

Felt her before she saw her – then a great flash of blue sped past the vessel, looped around, and caught up with her.

Aver met that royal smirk with one of her own.

Tour or home?
 
Both.

Royal smirk banked to the left, her mount swooping down along the canopy top to lead the shuttle off towards the winding trail of a river cutting through the jungle. Slithering north, green deepened to angry emerald where even the trees looked particularly vicious. The sepentine line of water swung east and hopped the steeps of a massive ridge in the form of plunging falls.

The beast tore skywards, climbing the face of the falls with great and powerful swoops of its wings. Breaching the plateau top brought them into the light of a setting afternoon sun. A sliver of smoke in the distance flagged home and that is where she headed.
 
The shuttle pierced the veil of waterdrops a moment after the rider and her beast; before her eyes, the sun spilled into a vast lake. Tall peaks stood guard at each side of the rippling pool of gold, reflecting the tangled thicket of trees hanging over the water.

When Qui’s mount pulled perpendicular to the ground and began to circle for a landing, the merc slowed down in turn. Careful to avoid clipping any of the trees – and there were many – Aver brought the shuttle down with a soft thud.

Eager to stretch her legs, the merc landed in the grass a moment later. Grinning, she knocked on the side of the hull. “We’re here,” she called out, and shapes began to peel out of the shadows.

Puppy stalked out, paused on the ramp…

and promptly launched herself through the air to tackle Quietus.
 
She was just climbing down from the top of her own shuttle when the tuk'ata hound offered a flying hand and flattened her to the ground. Wasn't quite the hello she'd been expecting - especially not tongue and slobber part... at least not from Puppy. Quietus grinned, strong arms pushing at the beast's muzzle only to be snuffed and nuzzled aside by continued rumbling enthusiasm. With an amused huff she gave up all attempts at rebuffing the affection and just let it happen.

Puppy eventually relented and lifted her head, panting into the humid jungle air with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, stepping aside as Ygdris the armor came scuttling in about her legs to greet the woman.

Quietus slowly wiped saliva from her face, flinging the stringy bits aside and wiping her hands in the grass as she lay there. Something sharp poked her shoulder and she turned to see a skull staring at her with a rather peculiar something dangling from an eye socket. She smiled broadly in response and held a hand out for the Vong helmet to crawl onto.

Hello friend...

A blink and several other pieces of the armor crawled over to her.

...friends.

Green eyes flicked up from where she lay as Aver stepped into view. Her smile split into a grin as she gestured to the jungle surrounding them, welcome to my new home.
 
Leaning on the side of her shuttle, Aver was in no rush to join in on the enthusiastic reunion. Instead she watched with an amused quirk to her mouth – first as Puppy wrestled with the blonde, and then as the hound stalked away, how the Vonduun Crab swarmed the fallen queen.

With a roll of the shoulders, she peered at the treehouse, then reached up to take off her helmet.

“You gonna make me play ‘spot the difference’, Qui?” Aver said with a grin of her own, and offered the prone woman an open hand.
 
She found herself playing perch for the vong crabkins, Dhaladii choosing her shoulder as she took the proffered hand and was once more on her feet. The pieces clung to her ensemble of leather trappings, warm against her exposed flesh.

For one, Quietus began as she reached up to stroke her fingers along the helmet settled across her collarbone like a parrot, there is...no one else but me. Her other hand reached into a leather pouch at her right hip where one of the vonduun crabs currently picked at and extracted a handful of dried meat jerky, of which small pieces were offered to the armor plates each.

For two ... stay here long enough and the differences will find you.
 
For some other type of armor, the sentence that followed would’ve been utterly bizarre, if not outright absurd. And yet:

The armor pieces greedily scrambled up Qui’s torso, trying to beat each other to the meat. Aver looked on with a mild smile, then pilfered one of the bigger pieces to flick it at the tuk’ata.

At the snap of powerful jaws, the merc glanced back at keen green eyes. “So. Onderon, but meaner. Gotcha,” she winked at the blonde, then gestured with her chin to the house perched in the high branches.

“Show me around?”
 
An amused glance at the correlation to her old home. She might've compared it to Dxun on steroids, given the Moon's propensity for harboring the more rank creatures of Onderon but Aver's experience with the place remained unknown. Qui had never taken her there herself. The point was neither here nor there - the Merc would find out just how violent Thral was in due time.

The fact that she hadn't already was, frankly, somewhat alarming. Quiet day today.

Tossing the remainder of the jerky to the ground for the crab armor to tussle over, Qui waited for the pieces to disembark from her figure and quietly snuck Dhaladii an extra piece before being setting it on the ground.

This is just temporary, Quietus explained as they walked a path to the foot of a large tree. There were no ladders, footholds, stairs ... nothing to get to a landing several dozen feet high, while I scope out a location for a larger permanent home. She strode away from the base of the tree and moved to another nearby, unwinding a length of coiled and braided vines from around its base. Several carved wooden stirrups hung clanking together at the bottom; she hitched her foot through one, lifting a hand to hold just higher than her own head on the vines. A hand motioned to Aver to do the same and once the Merc was secured hand-and-foot she reached to unhook a secondary length of taught vines from another branch.

Through a system of weighted pulleys the pair of women began their ascent through the branches, coming to a stop at the landing halfway up the tree. A gesture indicated for Aver to make her way up the wooden rampway leading up around the massive trunk.

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Even as the blonde headed for the tree, Aver lingered behind. Dropping to a crouch, she spared a few moments to hiss instructions at the host of Vonduun, and was pleased to see attentive red eyes blinking back at her.

Dhaladii gathered her siblings and led them across the clearing, strutting at the front with its clinking braid. The merc rolled her eyes and stopped to pet a lazing Puppy before she quickened her step after Qui.

What’s a permanent location need?

She side-eyed her companion with an amused quirk to her lips before she disembarked upon the landing.

“When’d you get here?” Aver cast over her shoulder as she made her way towards the top.
 

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