M E A T B A G
Inner Rim // Japrael Sector // Japrael System
Onderon // Iziz City // Some Seedy Cantina.
Although the Golden Company had carved out an infamous reputation amongst the stars for being brutally effective shock troops in service to the highest bidder, they were often hired for other assignments; One’s that bore little weight on the galactic stage. It was the city of Iziz that had employed their services this time around. Not to subjugate their neighbouring cities as one would expect of some Inner Rim Monarch, nor did they ask for a local rebellion to be stamped out through whatever means necessary. No, instead, several representatives of the palace had shuffled into a seedy cantina and begged the Sun Guard's, who were just passing through on their way towards the Core Worlds, to hunt a monster. While the request was unusual, and Khonsu had half a mind to refuse them, it was when they laid out their offerings that the deal was struck. They offered a king’s ransom to any man from their outfit that would take on this arduous task, as the local noble houses had pooled their funds together in order to procure the services of who they deemed to be the best. When such information was brought to light, the Tribune had figured that some of the nobles from every one of those houses had lost someone to this beast. It was a sad occurrence, but such things happened when the creatures in the wild were provoked by those that thought of themselves as the apex predator. In addition to the pile of credits that were promised, these representatives had offered something unheard of on Onderon - especially when one considered the history of the planet and its love for taming beasts in the wild. They offered the Golden Company the carcass of the creature, after it was slain, to take off world and do with as they pleased.
While this would’ve been something trivial to scoff at, as there were numerous creatures on this planet whose hide was utterly worthless, it was when they detailed how massive the beast was - and relayed the last and only word that was transmitted before the channel was severed - that Khonsu’s interest was piqued. Terentatek. From what he could recall, the creature fed off the blood of those afflicted by the curse of force-sensitivity. It was also said that they feasted upon the meat of anything connected to this mystical energy field and that their colossal strength was a perversion of life itself, as it added the power of it’s victim to its own after it’s voracious hunger was sated. That last point the man raised seemed a bit too fanciful to be true, but after having seen the impossible become reality - thanks in part to his contracted service to the First Order - it very well could be.
Nevertheless, when the crone had finished relaying the story of how the local houses banded together to seek vengeance after their men were taken in the middle of the night, Khonsu merely finished his drink and slammed the crystalline glass down. He was done hearing about the reasons why they sought out his Outfit, and why there were others who had been contracted. His blood ached to hunt something more than weakling soldiers in the employ of an uncaring government, and this was the opportunity that he’d been pining after. A chance to fully test his skills in battle against something that was unpredictable, that would react solely on their predatory instincts. It was to be glorious, and the Tribune wanted nothing more than to mount that dastardly creature’s skull above his hearth and revel in the spoils.
Taking up his rifle, and paying his dues to the tender behind the bar, Khonsu and his Cohort spilled out onto the streets of Iziz - taking their first steps in the chase for glory.
We’re hunting a Star Wars version of Grendel, just like the Beowulf of old. If this catches your interest, and you want to join my character in hunting such a terrifying creature, please feel free to hop in at your discretion!
