Harrip
Rakghoul Friend
Metellos
Industrial Sector: Abandoned Swoop Factory
Harrip Far
Harrip walked quietly around the old machinery, or at least as quietly as he could with his burden of a ton of metals. This scrap metal would be helpful for building up a defense, or may be worth something on the open market. He wasn't sure how long he had been scrounging around for these large parts of metal that hadn't been turned into parts of a swoop bike. He knew this facility pretty well, having been here for a day or so. He knew of a number of entrances and exits that existed. He felt his foot hit something, a tool or something on the floor. Blast it all, why was this place not kept cleaner? He couldn't tell what it was, but he knocked it aside away from the walking space so that no one tripped on it.In a minute Harrip was back in a small area where the final production of the swoops used to be completed. He had made it his living space, knowing that fighting in confined spaces were his specialty. It also added security that few could sneak up on him with all the materials over the floor that would make a lot of noise if stepped on. He was slightly paranoid about this, it was strange for him to hide. Normally he would run from things like this, but a bounty on his head couldn't be out run. Hunters would find him anywhere in the galaxy and running would only make it more difficult to survive. But here he and his ally could build up a strength against those who would come. He remembered the first time he had learned about the bounty on his head. A mercenary above Bespin had tried to sniper Harrip from 100 meters. Harrip had only just missed the shot thanks to man knocking him over. He had captured the mercenary to force the guy to tell Harrip why he was being hunted. The mercenary had tried to shoot him with a wrist mounted blaster, but missed and had an arm broken when Harrip twisted it violently. The man had used a stun net to capture Harrip and told him he was being hunted for a crime lord that had something against Harrip. Harrip had never learned who the Crime Lord was or why he was having him hunted. The hunter had found out too late how much strength Harrip had even when stunned. The man was defeated and broken when last Harrip had seen him.
Now shaking himself out of these wasteful thoughts and put his mind to better use. Where was that man, Iris? Harrip had forgotten to tell him that he had new salvage. Harrip cared little about using metals for profit, for centuries Harrip had lived in the bones of a city, he knew nothing could stand the test of time. Nothing. That thought made him remember his life, and death, he had died once. Once he had known the peace and quiet of death, the serenity and its imperturbability. But now he was alive again and every moment he must fight for his existence. Especially now.
[member="Iris Tyrad"]
@Skosk Fett
[member="Talon Vau"]