Private Respite and Respect

[Kozz]

"Nothing..." Kozz hissed to himself, large feet dragging through the sand as he approached the moderately populated hangars. Tatooine had provided nary a well-paying job, and the few he did suffer through hadn't payed nearly as generously as he'd have liked. Therefore, the Trandoshan had deemed it a worthwhile endeavor to leave the planet, to find new stomping grounds in which he could flex his skills as a Bounty Hunter.

Perhaps his disappointment stemmed from unmet expectations. He had, after all heard many stories as a child of the hunts that occurred on the sand planet, particularly some his father had taken part in. The reality he faced was that this planet came off as little more than a hub of smugglers, criminals, and low lifes, none of which were the sort Kozz found himself eager to associate with. Not even to mention the cheap and sometimes downright despicable tactics he found himself facing at the hands of the Tatooine regulars. A sense of pride and honor had clearly never been instilled in them, one more thing that seemed so foreign to the reptilian. On the bright side, Kozz did possess his own mode of transport, a minimally modified Ramship, one that, at a time, was used by the hunting parties his father once led.

All of these thoughts, and many more, sifted through the mind of the Trandoshan while he pushed past smaller life forms, becoming more anxious to leave the Sand-World with each passing moment. "Out of my way!" He snarled, plowing straight through a huddled pack of Jawas. As had been the case with the rest of the planet, he showed no kindness to any, any fewer still caught his attention in a positive sense.

Taru Cadera

 

[Taru Cadera]

Leaning against the hanger's wall across from where Kozz walked, was Taru. His features as usual were smothered by his beskar'kandr, its red and black coloration scaring most away and the sharpened metal horns scared off the rest. Without the helmet, Taru was just any other zabrak teen, a horned red-skinned teenager with a penchant for combat not found amongst those of his age.

He had a drink in his hand and the extendable straw was down, allowing him to sip the beverage from beneath the helmet without removing it. He didn't care if it made him look funny, for the practicality that his investment in getting an extractable built-in straw for his bucket was a hundred percent worth it. But he almost spit out his drink as he watched the trandoshan shove through the jawas, mentally shuddering at the thought of the bipedal rodents who caused more harm than good, if they even were capable of doing good.

After this miniature mental freeze, he pushed off from the wall and walked towards the lizard, a smooth gait and strong walk helped to accentuate the Mandalorian.

"Hey Ragaryr (Lizard), got any jobs lately?"

Kozz

 

[Kozz]

Kozz stopped in his tracks as the slightly modified voice came from behind the masked Mandalorian. The sharp talons he called his feet scraped the ground as he turned, craning his neck slightly to see the man who'd called out.

Ragaryr? What incredible courage (or incredible stupidity) had inspired the smaller male to say such a thing to a figure as imposing as the Trandoshan? "Nobody calls me that." Kozz snarled, craning his scaly neck to the side, and taking a large step in Taru's direction. Inspecting the younger male up close was meant as a tactic of intimidation, but instead only caused curiosity to burgeon in the mind of the reptilian. This Mandalorian was bold for sure, even in spite of the obvious height and weight difference between the two. Kozz could respect someone with guts like Taru.

A reverberating snarl echoed out of Kozz's mouth, a laugh. "Nothing good enough. This planet is a waste of time, that's why I'm leaving." He properly replied, bumping Taru's shoulder in a swift turn around, casting his back at the teenage Zabrak, before hissing, "What is a Mandalorian doing all the way out here, in the Outer Rim? I don't suppose a job brought you out here, hm?"

Taru Cadera

 

[Taru Cadera]

As the trandoshan pushed his head closer to Taru, Taru brought his head up so as to push his horns back. He didn't need the trandoshan to lose an eye from grazing Taru's horns, especially as to how the armor was honed to mono-molecular edges surrounding them. "You might want to step back, and I'll call you what I want to" He declared, while dettracting the extended straw and threw the empty drink at the jawas for scrap.

The snarl he got in turn was not what he had expected. Instead of words or laughter, he got some weird snarling. Definitely a lizard, he thought to himself. However learning that there were no good jobs here was a bonus, something which he couldn't have learned except through figuring it out for himself. It was one of those things where no-one gives it away for free, but when they do you know its kind of important to know.

As the trandoshan ended its quasi-rant, he had tried to bump shoulders with Taru, probably in an attempt to intimidate the teen. The only problem with that idea was that Taru couldn't physically be pushed like that, especially not after getting the Angitia Regeneration Treatment. So instead of pushing Taru back, the trandoshan shoved its shoulder into tTaru's armored shoulder to no avail. The teen didn't move at all as the lizards shoulder scraped against his armor.

"Im here for sport and reputation, nothing else. Hunting bounties and mercenary work. Not much here though, as you very well know. Who are you by the way, and why are you in such a rush to leave this planet?"


Kozz