Private Ill-gotten Treasures

[Athsheva Rin]

Tagging: Hilal Vizsla

Dantooine was, under any other circumstances, a quiet world. Today was the exception. In the rolling hills of the backwater planet, a series of hoarse, animalistic screams dwindled down into low whimpering, and finally, silence.

Athsheva stood over the Wookiee's prone, unmoving corpse. Blood matted his fur, leaking from two prominent holes in his neck-- the entry points for the potent venom of the amphistaff currently coiling around her arm. She had been tailing the man-beast ever since his arrival. Simple curiosity at first, then for a darker purpose. The Shaper had never encountered a species like this one before, and anatomical knowledge could only be acquired by more... invasive techniques.

The man-beast had fought valiantly, bravely even, but he was no match for her. In the past, she had hunted down prey much larger than the Wookiee and had been successful. The odds were against him from the start.

A splatter of the Wookiee's blood still lingered on her face. She swiped at it with a pair of fingers, tasted it, then hummed approvingly. Rich in iron. Highly oxygenated. No doubt pumped from a powerful heart.

"Let us see it," she murmured thoughtfully, kneeling down beside the body, moving her shaping hand to begin the autopsy.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Mandalorian Armor

Now that she was a well-established Bounty Hunter as well as a model and Influencer, Hilal was thinking of buying farmland like Celt Saxon suggested she do to generate more income. Dantooine had vast grasslands which made it excellent for farming, as Hilal flew across the grasslands her mind lingered with questions on precisely who she would farm. Thune? Too boring. Piket? Too aggressive. Maybe good old rice grains would be beneficial, every faction needs rice and maybe some fruits as well. Apples were a common fruit grown on Dantooine and during her time here, Hilal had scouted some great spots where she can generate both.

But now wasn't the time to dream about being a farmer, Hilal had a job to do and that was to take bring a Wookie murderer to justice. Though Wookies were notoriously hard to kill let alone take alive, there was 3 million credit bonus if the Wookie was taken alive compared to the 500,000 Hilal would get if he was confirmed dead. Hilal NEEDED those credits, that could buy her so much acres of land on this planet. She made sure that she was equipped with so much carbon freezing substances plus tranquilizer darts strong enough to subdue a Rancor she was NOT going to miss out on that bonus.

"Oh you got to be kidding me," Hilal saw the target lying dead on the ground. In front of the corpse was a strange woman her face caked in blood.

"HEY!" Hilal landed on the ground. "That WAS MY AQUISTION AND-"

Just then, Hilal's HUD identified the woman as a Yuuzhan Vong, Hilal raised her Blaster Cannon towards the woman. "You're a Vong!" She shouted. "Place your hands up now! Don't use inflict your infection on this planet!"

Athsheva Rin

 

[Athsheva Rin]

Tagging: Hilal Vizsla

The sound of approaching scramjets forced Athsheva to glance up from her work. At first, she expected to merely see a repulsorcraft passing by-- Dantooine was agricultural, after all, and plenty of the local infidels had farm vehicles to simplify the work-- but, as the sound grew louder, it became abundantly clear that the source was not simply going to pass her by. She waited, eyes narrowing, watching the nearby hilltop as the annoying interruption finally crested the hill.

A droid? No. Worse. An infidel inside of a droid. The very thought of it made the bile in her stomach lurch unpleasantly. She stood up, stepping over the corpse at her feet, annoyance evident on her face.

"You're a Vong! Place your hands up now! Don't inflict your infection on this planet!"

It would be so easy, really, to make a break for the hills. She had learned what she wanted, after all. And yet... this woman-- no, child-- wasn't smart enough to open fire immediately. Her first mistake. How many more could she make?

Time to find out.

Slowly, the Shaper lifted both of her hands, raising them into the sky. The amphistaff coiled around her arm remained still, unmoving, save for the tongue that flickered out to taste the air.

"Ah... There must be some sort of... administrative error," Athsheva lied. "You see, this was my acqusition. I am a hunter, just like you."