Public Mandalore Wastelands (Sithspawn Big game Hunting)

[Guan Thwei]

The large cloaked scout ship slowly entered the atmosphere of Manda'yaim in the northern hemisphere and did a sweeping scan over the large crater, if such a huge depression could be called a crater. It flew east from there toward a rocky outcropping that may have once been a mountain range. The atmosphere here was barely reading as breathable. Spots of extreme radiation dotted the kilometers that fell within scanning range as the ship came around.

The scanners showed myriad lifesigns, even in the barren hellsacpe that was once the world of Guan-Thwei's people. Much like the ancient world of the shadow warriors that legends said the hoomins had taken from the Taung. Coruscant, who would want that desecrated place now? How many of their sacred hunting grounds would meet the same fate before a new crusade was called? That was a concern for others, though. He was not an elder, nor a chief of a vast clan. He was a hunter and he came to hunt.

The ship perched itself near the stone spires and settled. The hunter stood and his pilot's chair melded back into the deck as He went to gather tools for his hunt. Med kit, spear, plasma launcher, disc blade, wrist blades and remote mines...just in case. He put on more encompassing armor than his standard light armor and donned his hunting mask helmet. This would be a safari. He would have to return often to deposit trophies and ensure the safety of his ship, but he would stay until the hunting was no longer engaging or he would die honorably to in battle. That was the way of things. That was his path.

He exited the ship at a trot and made for the first signs of life overlayed on his HUD. Some form of mutated Striil. A small pack would make a good start....

[Hunt whatever the codex or you imagination comes up with. No need to ask permission just have fun.]

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT QUEST - Monster Hunter's World
Immediate Goals -
1: Return to the Homeworld
2: Stretch your legs.

FRIEND(s) - N/A

FOE(s) - N/A

TARGETING ACTION(s) - Guan Thwei

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How long had it been since she set foot on Manda'yaim? Had House Solus returned to the homeworld since the desecration by the Hated Enemy? Kebii'kara certainly hadn't gone there in person - in the dreams that the Manda gave her, certainly, but to set foot on the hallowed homeworld of her people...

She knew her sister would have wanted to take her there, to extol every point of pride and every point of suffering that the Enclaves that she left had endured. But reverence could only be found in the silence of oneself, rather than compelled into a person - and right now, Kebii'kara could understand why she chose to stay away.

So much death, so much scarring. Manda'yaim was glassed, then further desecrated by the perfidious Darth Carnifex - Curse His Name And Deny His Coming - and now what wandered were mutated Sithspawn and creatures demented and distorted by the Dar'Jetti's design. Even Beviin, her ever excitable Vanquo's drakeling, kept somber and silent, even when she took to wing along the sorrow-soaked air of her people's homeworld. Yet beyond the suffering, the Lasat sensed something else. Someone else. Old. Impossible. Impossibly old, impossible and old. Yet not unfamiliar. Clutching her fire-staff, she would make the long approach to the strange figure, and a mutated Striil pack in the distance...