Storm beasts were not something to easily be scoffed at. They were creatures that could easily kill a man. Armored, armed, or without all the technology at his disposal, Storm beasts were quite daunting. Many times over, creatures seemed to still be able to kill man, and their pride of being a sentient species. Creatures were still in use even with the advances in technology, biology, and of course, the force itself. Technobeasts, Sithspawn, Vong-creations, and influenced creatures of the night could still very much be the death of many a people. Hence why they were used so often by the Sith. They were worthless and meant nothing of value to their master, other than as an army to take over, destroy, or repopulate.
Storm beasts had been removed, then repopulated once more. With that in mind, Nomadic is the way of life. Following the source of Credits was how it worked. Reaching down, a gloved hand grabbed a hold of the excretions of this creature. It fell apart to slip between the fingers as it was crushed. Warmth still through the gloves, and quickly wiped away by the ground. The stench would remain for some time, but of little consequence. It was the art of tracking. Following these creatures to hunt them. Why? Income. Anyone who remotely lived, or worked here wanted to know that these creatures were taken care of. Their lives meant more to them, than those of the creatures who existed long before them.
However, the track led to a canyon. One that upon further inspection, led to the discovery of other beings. Unsure of their species, it was best to hang back. Lay in wait as the creature seemed to be hunting as well. Little regard for one hunting it, the creature seemed to be attacking some men with a droid. The piercing screech of the droid was clear, and could almost echo through the canyon. However, it was with this, that Infrared brought up other beings down the way. Multiple. However, one was going well far and away from the rest. Scout maybe? or was this three groups.
A shrug of the shoulders with the head tilting. Faceplate flashing into static as the wait for what would happen, began.
[member="Simon Mur"], [member="Velok the Younger"],