Private Hope They Brought Boots

[CT-312]

//: Quinn Varanin Eira Dyn //:
//: Outskirts, Bogano //:
//: Attire //:
//: EQUIPMENT: Halcyon Armour| M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack| | Contact Lenses | Navi/Barca //:
//: WEAPONS: M.I. Model 7 shotgun | LO-22S //:
//: ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: Kushute Grenades | Shiva Knife //:
//: 1 x Arrow head of Absence | Taozin amulet | LK Spider Slicer Droid //:
//: Bounty Hunting - Exotic Beasts | Oggdo //:

CT-312 stood alone at the edge of Bognano’s city limits. The outskirts were little more than elevated walkways that were half sunken. The Scout’s eyes scanned the open environment in front of her while she waited.

A vast expanse of swampy terrain. Flat and humid with the scent of moss and brackish water. Distant groans of amphibious life echoed through the mist choked wetlands. Patches of fog drifted low over the green marshes.

Motionless in her camouflage armor that was dulled with streaks of mud and dust from a prior mission. For the first time in a while, she didn’t feel like an outlier. Blending in just fine with the planet's environment. CT-312’s HUD flickered softly as a ping came through. Bounty Hunter’s Halonet. A new job. She tapped her gauntlet to bring up the mission details into focus.

<:// BOUNTY NOTICE //:>
<:// Bounty Hunter ID: CT-312 //:>
<:// Location: Bogano //:>
<:// Client: Threkkuss //:>
<:// Target: Oggdo //:>
<:// Capture and deliver alive to the fighting pits of Nar Kanji. //:>

An Oggdo. Nasty piece of wildlife. Hearing stories of the oversize amphibian and its armored hides. Mouth big enough to snap a speeder in half. Meant for carnage than captivity. Perfect for the fighting pits. But still, orders were orders and the credits weren’t bad either.

Scanning the landscape again. No movement. Only a slow shift of bog wind rippling through the planet’s reeds and floating vehicle sized lily pads. CT-312’s hand tightened on the grip of her shotgun out of habit. In a place like this, danger wasn’t always from the target.

CT-312 waited. The ones who answer the notification for this job. Blinking in disbelief. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ Of all the people… Eyes rereading the names to make sure. Q and Eira. A faint sigh escaped her helmet’s filters. CT-312 hadn’t expected her… Them, to show up for this job. Recalling the kind of fashion choices they both wear. Suited for marble halls and political parades. Not ankle deep bog water. Who knows, maybe they’d dress for the occasion and whatever they wore would be sufficient enough for this… swamp crawl.

‘Hope they brought boots.’

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Bogano
Objective: Capture and kill some Oggdo
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol, mask
Outfit: Assassin Attire
Tag: CT-312 | Quinn Varanin

A bounty for capturing some exotic beasts, it was a mission of a new kind for Eira. She was never one to really consider the capturing of beasts and selling them, it seemed wasteful. Nothing would be gained in terms of capturing the beasts, they held no greater purpose in warfare nor were they pretty or something to admire. As far as Eira knew, they did not hold any sentience or special abilities. No, but there was money in this hunter business and it was something that could help the DeathDrop so Eira agreed to sign up. It was also a chance to work with her Master on a mission that didn't involve fighting Jedi or spying.

Wearing the assassin apparel that was very much a mission look for Eira, the assassin had been overly prepared for a swamp, muddy mess that they were likely heading towards while searching for the oggdo. Spotting the soldier, Eira stomped her way over, a strong and steady stride as she stepped over to CT-312. Giving a curt nod of the head, Eira looked over, "pleased to see you again, CT-312. Looking forward to seeing you in action again. Done any hunting like this before? Any thoughts on dealing with these Oggdo?"

Figuring out the experiences that those she would be working with was always something that Eira found valuable. It was a way for the Sith Assassin to take note on the strengths and slowly learn the weaknesses of those not just around her but recognise similar traits in those she might end up facing on the other side of combat. Looking around, Eira wondered how long it would be for Quinn to arrive and what amazingly stylish yet practical attire her Master would have. While Eira was more feral, form over fashion and brutish in a manner currently, she did find herself harbouring jealousy over how amazing her Master could appear in a seemingly effortlessly fashion.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: CT-312 //: Eira Dyn //:
//: Armor //:

Luckily for CT-312, Quinn had actually read the mission briefing before deciding to come along. She'd fitted herself with some basic armor, though standing beside the trooper, she looked a couple of feet shorter.

The Echani marched carefully through the swamplands, the weight of sludge collecting on the bottoms of her boots. She couldn't fathom why anyone would willingly choose to wade through this.

Cradling the chest of Farrus Spheres her Master had entrusted to her, Quinn recalled Taeli's note: bring back samples or anything exotic if they could spare it. A fair enough trade for the advantage they offered.

Her gaze flicked to Eira, and she stumbled briefly before shaking her head. The girl's mask always unsettled her. "Eira, my Force— we're not here to frighten the wildlife," Quinn muttered, a touch of royalty bleeding into her voice as she hefted the chest forward. She dropped it on a flat rock near CT-312 and Eira, then planted her hands on her hips, satisfied.

"So. Capture duty, yes?" With a flick of her boot, the lid popped open, revealing six spheres, each for the three of them.

"These are Farrus Spheres," she explained, tone brimming with expectation as if waiting for praise. "Weaken the beasts— don't kill them." Her eyes narrowed briefly, glancing between the trooper and her apprentice.

"Once they're softened up, we throw and capture." She paused, turning to CT-312. "They require the Force. You'll be our main attacker, our distraction. That leaves Eira or me free to throw the sphere."

Quinn smiled, sharp but confident.

"Sounds like a plan?"