Zuyami Rayln
The Identity Crisis filled Clone
“Stupid freaking planet.. I was not made for this climate,”
The clone muttered under her breath, peeling her leather jacket from her skin. She had landed on the planet of the creatures she hated the most.
Hutts.
After a few moments of Zuyami grumbling to herself about the hot, swampy place, the rain picked up again. The greasy texture of the rain made her shudder as she attempted to shelter herself with the same jacket she had previously taken off.
If it was up to her, this would definitely not be her first choice of a planet to crash on.
She had been flying around, perfectly fine, trying to find a planet to land on to rest before flying out to meet her newly adoptive father.
Well, that's when her ship’s emergency system began to blare and she had to land quickly so she didn’t fully crash.
The ship landed in a nice, marshy area. Well, nice if that's your thing that is. As soon as the woman dropped down from her ship, her feet sank a few inches in the swampy ground, making her internally groan with a grumble.
She’d barely been on the planet for ten minutes, almost drenched in sweat already. Whereas most planets the rain would’ve helped, the rain on this planet just made it worse. The greasiness made it feel as if the planet was sweating along with the woman.
Thankfully, the moisture on the ground did not seep through to her feet, thanks to her combat-like boots. For a good few minutes, all she heard was the sound of her boots squishing as she walked along the planet.
Everything about this planet made Zuyami want to gag. From the humidity, to the hot temperatures, and the overall smell, was just horrible.
No wonder it was the Hutts planet.
The greasy rain seemed to lighten, for a little while at least. Zuyami lowered the jacket, shaking it off as she looked around, unsure of where exactly she was supposedly heading.
Looking back, she could still see part of her ship, slowing to a stop as she sighed.
Suddenly, she could hear the squishing sounds of someone walking near her. Her eyes burned a glowing red through the light rain as she looked around, her hand traveling to her hip where her blaster was. It didn’t sound like a Hutt coming her way.
“Who’s there?”
She called out, no trace of fear in her voice. Her crimson eyes darted around the area, looking for the intruder.
The squishing stopped, before a tall male emerged into the clone's line of sight, only about ten feet away.
‘A force user, by the feel of it,’
Zuyami thought as her eyes darted down to where the man had a lightsaber at his side. Usually, trouble doesn’t follow Zuyami around. But ever since her accommodations with the psychotic man of the name Muad Dib, she’s gotten into more scuffles than is normal for her.
Well, if you’d call being adopted by him accommodations that is.
“Ah, Miss Zuyami. A pleasure to meet you,”
The male called out, amusement coloring his tone as he began to step towards the woman.
He stopped mid step as, in a blur of motion, Zuyami had her blaster out and pointed at him, as well as she had jumped backwards onto a slab of rock. The clone's eyes blazed in color, placing her finger on the trigger, partially as a warning.
The clone muttered under her breath, peeling her leather jacket from her skin. She had landed on the planet of the creatures she hated the most.
Hutts.
After a few moments of Zuyami grumbling to herself about the hot, swampy place, the rain picked up again. The greasy texture of the rain made her shudder as she attempted to shelter herself with the same jacket she had previously taken off.
If it was up to her, this would definitely not be her first choice of a planet to crash on.
She had been flying around, perfectly fine, trying to find a planet to land on to rest before flying out to meet her newly adoptive father.
Well, that's when her ship’s emergency system began to blare and she had to land quickly so she didn’t fully crash.
The ship landed in a nice, marshy area. Well, nice if that's your thing that is. As soon as the woman dropped down from her ship, her feet sank a few inches in the swampy ground, making her internally groan with a grumble.
She’d barely been on the planet for ten minutes, almost drenched in sweat already. Whereas most planets the rain would’ve helped, the rain on this planet just made it worse. The greasiness made it feel as if the planet was sweating along with the woman.
Thankfully, the moisture on the ground did not seep through to her feet, thanks to her combat-like boots. For a good few minutes, all she heard was the sound of her boots squishing as she walked along the planet.
Everything about this planet made Zuyami want to gag. From the humidity, to the hot temperatures, and the overall smell, was just horrible.
No wonder it was the Hutts planet.
The greasy rain seemed to lighten, for a little while at least. Zuyami lowered the jacket, shaking it off as she looked around, unsure of where exactly she was supposedly heading.
Looking back, she could still see part of her ship, slowing to a stop as she sighed.
Suddenly, she could hear the squishing sounds of someone walking near her. Her eyes burned a glowing red through the light rain as she looked around, her hand traveling to her hip where her blaster was. It didn’t sound like a Hutt coming her way.
“Who’s there?”
She called out, no trace of fear in her voice. Her crimson eyes darted around the area, looking for the intruder.
The squishing stopped, before a tall male emerged into the clone's line of sight, only about ten feet away.
‘A force user, by the feel of it,’
Zuyami thought as her eyes darted down to where the man had a lightsaber at his side. Usually, trouble doesn’t follow Zuyami around. But ever since her accommodations with the psychotic man of the name Muad Dib, she’s gotten into more scuffles than is normal for her.
Well, if you’d call being adopted by him accommodations that is.
“Ah, Miss Zuyami. A pleasure to meet you,”
The male called out, amusement coloring his tone as he began to step towards the woman.
He stopped mid step as, in a blur of motion, Zuyami had her blaster out and pointed at him, as well as she had jumped backwards onto a slab of rock. The clone's eyes blazed in color, placing her finger on the trigger, partially as a warning.