K'bellahs™ Dangerous Hunts: Wayland

[Arrbi Betna]

Wayland.

Rendered a type of deathworld by the vong years before, the planet certainly earned the name in spades. In fact, many of the more dangerous species were considered top prizes for the galaxy's big game hunters. Hunters arrived with the most powerful weapons and the best equipment money could buy. They hired the best trackers they could find and disappeared for a day or two, emerging victorious with bagged game and many, many holos of their victory.

To Betna, he could understand the need for high caliber and top quality weaponry and gear to get the job done. The thing was, though...

Where's the fun in that?

"You guys ready?" he asked, picking up the worn and well used Bevii'ragir from where he'd leaned it against the wall. "This beastie ain't gonna hunt itself, you know."

He hefted the spear and rested it over one shoulder. He wore his combat boots, but eschewed his armor for the hunt. Today would be a battle between man and beast and armor would only cheapen the victory in his mind. Instead, he wore a pair of fatigue pants and a green safari shirt. On his head was a wide brimmed hat and on his belt was a utility blade. On his back was a basic rucksack filled with rations, water, and simple survival gear.

The goal was to bring down one of, if not the most, dangerous predator on Wayland as a group with nothing but their 'primitive' weapons. The Mando'a name for the beast was Kuryida Edee, a name that loosely translated as 'Murder Teeth'...

 

[Lok Xiangu]

In the rules when hunting for the Scorekeeper there was but one: there are no rules. As long as the prey was down without a single pulse beating throughout body, then the hunter would receive points from the Scorekeeper and the tallies would stack up on each other until the hunter died and was blessed with a luxurious lifestyle in the afterlife or when the hunter was captured which resulted in being humiliated of the eyes of the Scorekeeper and having all those Jagganath Points reducing down to nothing. Better dead than captured and hope that those Jagganath Points would give some promise in having a suitable and comfortable life in the afterlife.

One would ask: How do you measure Jagganath Points? Is every kill of the same value? No, the more prestigious the hunt is, the more Points one would earn from the Trandoshan Goddess.

And today he would earn a handsome sum of Points on the dangerous, jungle planet of Wayland with two other hunters. The planet once reminded him of his homeworld, Trandosha, which was filled with eternal jungles and a variety of species. However, the one difference between these two worlds was that Wayland offered more prey than Trandosha, and today's hunt was very prestigious. The more prestigious it is, the more points.

But he wasn't going to use modern technology. No, he and his fellow hunters were going to use primitive, ineffective weapons that were the first technological items ever built in the Galaxy. A bow with a quilt of arrows and a spear was all he was armed with, and a simple camouflage bodyglove. Perhaps he would even earn more points with the pitiful weapons he was using today, but who could tell if that was for the Scorekeeper to judge. Dagorn's fork-shaped tongue licked the air to smell his surroundings which were the two hunters and other specimen around them. His infrared eyes could see the red, orange radiation waves of Arrbi which indicated that he was alive. No words were said, as he waited for the hunt to begin.

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