Derriphan
Failure
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Dantooine, Hills above the Cult Temple
As it turned out founding a cult was a rather pricey endeavor. At least that was the takeaway Derriphan took from the briefing with his current employer, some sort of underworld banker that apparently had lost a hefty amount of credits to a cult leader operating on Dantooine. His mission was simple, get in and retrieve some ancient amulet that according to his employer was worth a small fortune to negate his loses.
In the warm light of the slowly sinking sun of the world, Derriphan was laying on the ground while keeping watch on the distant temple through a pair of electronic binoculars. So far he hadn't seen anyone come in or out, and he faintly remembered a warning issued by the guy who gave him the job. He honestly didn't really listened to his ramblings. They were always the same, anyone always believed that their enemies were the most dangerous and powerful ones of all the galaxy. All he remembered was that they called themselves Old Badness or something along that line.
He had packed his entire little arsenal, but his plan so far was to get in and out without being seen. He didn't liked being silent, but he disliked being utterly outnumbered and killed even more. As any good solider he was slowly creeping towards his target, and his clothes were already fairly strained by dirt and mud. At least the ski mask that obscured his face had stayed clean so far. At this pace he would reach the entrance at nightfall, but by now he was wondering if it was even necessary to approach so slowly. For all he could tell the temple was empty anyway.
[member="Vereshin"]
Dantooine, Hills above the Cult Temple
As it turned out founding a cult was a rather pricey endeavor. At least that was the takeaway Derriphan took from the briefing with his current employer, some sort of underworld banker that apparently had lost a hefty amount of credits to a cult leader operating on Dantooine. His mission was simple, get in and retrieve some ancient amulet that according to his employer was worth a small fortune to negate his loses.
In the warm light of the slowly sinking sun of the world, Derriphan was laying on the ground while keeping watch on the distant temple through a pair of electronic binoculars. So far he hadn't seen anyone come in or out, and he faintly remembered a warning issued by the guy who gave him the job. He honestly didn't really listened to his ramblings. They were always the same, anyone always believed that their enemies were the most dangerous and powerful ones of all the galaxy. All he remembered was that they called themselves Old Badness or something along that line.
He had packed his entire little arsenal, but his plan so far was to get in and out without being seen. He didn't liked being silent, but he disliked being utterly outnumbered and killed even more. As any good solider he was slowly creeping towards his target, and his clothes were already fairly strained by dirt and mud. At least the ski mask that obscured his face had stayed clean so far. At this pace he would reach the entrance at nightfall, but by now he was wondering if it was even necessary to approach so slowly. For all he could tell the temple was empty anyway.
[member="Vereshin"]