Not Ordo
Just under the upper hand.
Rodia
Jungle survivalist competition
(Not CIS Sanctioned)
Ruusan crept through the containment zone of the Rodian jungle. Strands of her red hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks. It was humid and the air was so thick it felt like you could cut it with a knife. She had joined this little competition to prove herself in the Mercenary community. She had done work before taking bounties help squash local gangs for backwater planets, but she wanted to be one of the top dogs in the game. She wasn't going to just sit back and accept scraps. No, she wanted to be known. Her father the Mando would have understood. She was sure of it. He was a pitfighter and she knew he would have backed her. He didn't leave his family much but he gave her the call sign Ruusan, his utility belt and beskad in his will. That was enough.
She held her semi-automatic assualt rifle to her shoulder as she stepped ober a log and slipped under the leaf of a huge fern as she searched for her 5 opponents. It was a free for all. 6 go into the jungle 1 comes out.
A tree about 60 meters to her front left twitched to quickly and Ruusan dropped to a crouch and scanned the area. Three of the others were Rodian and had the home field advantage one other was a fake Mando, who couldn't speak one word of Mando'a, the other was an Iradonian Zabrak, and was probably the most dangerous.
She waited still watching with her eyes only. If she moved she'd give her position away to quickly. Then she saw him move. It was one of the Rodians she slowly let one knee down to the soft ground and lined her sights up on her new target. She used her rifles bayonet to slowly move a leaf as she sat in a low kneeling fireing position. She breathed in, out, in, out then squeezed. POP...one shot and the Rodians head lost a piece and he went down in a heap. Ruusan reached down and grabbed some mud to rub on her face while she waited for someone to come looking for the shooter. She lay flat and low crawled into some brush with her back to a tree.
This was going to be fun...
@[member="Isley Verd"] @[member="Ginnie Verd"] @Whoever Isley brings along. @[member="Darth Metus"]
Jungle survivalist competition
(Not CIS Sanctioned)
Ruusan crept through the containment zone of the Rodian jungle. Strands of her red hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks. It was humid and the air was so thick it felt like you could cut it with a knife. She had joined this little competition to prove herself in the Mercenary community. She had done work before taking bounties help squash local gangs for backwater planets, but she wanted to be one of the top dogs in the game. She wasn't going to just sit back and accept scraps. No, she wanted to be known. Her father the Mando would have understood. She was sure of it. He was a pitfighter and she knew he would have backed her. He didn't leave his family much but he gave her the call sign Ruusan, his utility belt and beskad in his will. That was enough.
She held her semi-automatic assualt rifle to her shoulder as she stepped ober a log and slipped under the leaf of a huge fern as she searched for her 5 opponents. It was a free for all. 6 go into the jungle 1 comes out.
A tree about 60 meters to her front left twitched to quickly and Ruusan dropped to a crouch and scanned the area. Three of the others were Rodian and had the home field advantage one other was a fake Mando, who couldn't speak one word of Mando'a, the other was an Iradonian Zabrak, and was probably the most dangerous.
She waited still watching with her eyes only. If she moved she'd give her position away to quickly. Then she saw him move. It was one of the Rodians she slowly let one knee down to the soft ground and lined her sights up on her new target. She used her rifles bayonet to slowly move a leaf as she sat in a low kneeling fireing position. She breathed in, out, in, out then squeezed. POP...one shot and the Rodians head lost a piece and he went down in a heap. Ruusan reached down and grabbed some mud to rub on her face while she waited for someone to come looking for the shooter. She lay flat and low crawled into some brush with her back to a tree.
This was going to be fun...
@[member="Isley Verd"] @[member="Ginnie Verd"] @Whoever Isley brings along. @[member="Darth Metus"]