Private Lizard Hunting

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Boz Pity, Mid Rim
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Tag: Casany Praxor

Minerva crept toward the Gargantelle ruins by its destroyed southern wall. Slowly but carefully she edged closer with the winds howling louder and louder. Despite it the warrior heard some hissing just meters away. Standing up behind a giant skull she drew a Kal dagger. Looking through a sizable hole through the skull Minerva noted a pair of Transdosens in hunters' gear.

One had yellow scales and was overweight and wearing goggles and a teal colored reptilian taller and thinner than his partner. The latter wielded a light repeater and the former a scattergun. The pair began sniffing in the air with the fat one snarled.

"I smell flesh, human flesh."

Quickly Minerva pulled out and readied a flashbang in one hand and picked up a rock with the other. Then she threw the rock to the side, hitting a giant bone and upon the sound the sentries aimed their weapons in that general direction. Swifty the Mandalorian tossed the flashbang and it ignited into a blinding burst just above their heads. They cried out in pain. Using her jet boots she sped toward kicking the tall Transdosen in the chest and he slammed into a wall. As for his still blind partner Minerva went behind him and snapped his neck.

Drawing her Kal dagger she swung around throwing it toward the remaining sentry. He opened his eyes only to see the blade for a moment before it pierced through his forehead and he slumped down again but dead this time. Sighing Minerva subsequently got on the comms.

"Casany what’s your status?"

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Boz Pity. It sounded like a cantina or a strip club, maybe, but it was a planet that afforded no pity to its inhabitants. The ancient Gargantelles, gargantuan in definition, had a history that served as their gravestones, and here was a planet where others had brought their dead.

A mass grave, just so, surrounded by mountains, for the honored or dishonored, whichever, to hide your victims without pity from distant eyes or to bind them in the life of memory. In this moment, and though honor was everything to this Mandalorian warrior, her reason for coming here didn’t much matter in comparison.

She wasn’t here to bury her friends, she did not seek to erect tombstones between canyons for the dust and dirt to forever remember. Rather, her victims were ones that others would quickly forget. Her targets? Already dead.

Two of them, anyway, for they had become the prey of another Mandalorian who had just then beckoned into her helmet. “In position at your left,” Casany answered her partner. ‘Anvil’ is the bounty hunter’s moniker but she was not shy about exchanging her warrior’s name on this occasion.

The two Mandalorians were a bit united in their mission: Hunt a Trandoshan slaver who had partaken in the raid against Kashyyyk. Whether for personal or professional reasons, credits or credit, the pair operated with different motivations as much as in unison.

“Heads up, buttercup,” Casany gestured toward the edge of their perimeter. Another pair of Trandoshans emerged northward, possibly having witnessed the brightness of the flashbang in the distance.

“I can pick them off,” Cas offered, kneeling on a rocky ridge with her helmet on the scope of her rifle. Taking them out would hardly be a trifle. “Two more tangos rounding those bones at my ten. Likely on patrol.”

She spoke as casual as cold, like this was just another walk in the park taking out scum. “Three di'kuts at my three.” More heavily armed, it seemed, as if investigating or heading to a meeting as they moved on. “Your move, vod. I can cover you.”

Minerva Fhirdiad

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Tag: Casany Praxor

Minerva swore under her breath, realizing what that flashbang may have attracted attention. No use regretting it now, she quickly concluded. After listing the hostiles Anvil spotted so far she answered.

"Eliminate both patrols. I'll handle the heavy gunners."

Bending her knees she advanced toward the general direction of the gunners. The bones and broken stones provided excellent cover. Yet at the last moment Minerva popped her helmet out too soon and the three Transdosens saw her. Immediately one in the left side opened with a heavy repeater and was soon joined by his fellows. Rolling out of the way, she drew both pistols behind a chunk of stone that was being chipped away by a combined and continuous blaster volley.

The lizards knew they were here now. Knowing that she had to take this bunch out soon Minerva ascended via jetpack firing back down at the gunners but forced to take evasive action or else be shot down. It was then she noted they stayed grouped up instead of spreading. Dodging again mid-air she lifted her left vambrace and aimed, firing a Striilir'ka micro-missile into their midst. They tried to scatter but the missile was too fast and exploded, blowing all three of them into burned pieces and chunks.

Diving Minerva blasted another slaver as he came down a stairs and collapsed screaming to his death. Subsequently she landed in a roll before seeing more reptilian hostiles appear out of the ruins both north and east.

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

That flashbang? In her partner’s defense, Cas had half-expected it to be a distraction.
Summon forth other idiots to Minerva’s position, and swiftly get the better of them.
Whatever, and really no matter, Casany would do as beckoned. “Ten-four. I’m on it.”
Two patrols: forward and northward, others westward, making four in a calculation.

Visor on the scope. High profile. Hello, tango. Two amigos at her twelve o’clock.
Knock-knock. -PHWIM!-PHWIM!- Quiet enough when fired from her position.
Casany Praxor was a kriffing professional even if she was not some assassin.
Those two Trandoshans went down, -pop-pop-, and move onto ten o’clock.

Bolts to skulls then a moment later, however, and well Minerva is in a pickle.
It happened. Sometimes the dynamics didn’t shift with the wind as predicted.
Casany took a Trando down on the western edge during a sudden explosion.
Of which his best friend fell into cover behind a skeleton, begging for a tickle.

“Nice handle on those gunners. Hooah!” Casany offered Minerva—sarcastically.
“Try less dynamite in the future—” -FA-FWOOM!- An explosion sent her shifting.
Evidently the enemy had caught onto Casany’s position as a missile came at her.
That's when reinforcements arrived, indiscriminate of direction while they turned.

They fired, bursting every direction.
“Akaanir, shabuir!” Casany laughed.
Rising from ridge, lifting in jetpack.
Blasting at di’kuts, Mandalorian kiss.

Minerva Fhirdiad