Arla Ordo
Mandalorian Redhead
They were on patrol in the sector newly acquired worlds that needed monitoring just in case someone else decided to cross a border and take one. Arla had listened to them as the crew went back and forth about how long it would take to finish this tour.
Arla’s group was out here to be boots on the ground. The red head was negotiating at the moment to get the team some down time. “You don’t understand if they don’t get off the ship and do something else for a bit they will go stir crazy, and this is the perfect solution. Your people can service the ship, and mine can do what they do best.”
The Captain shook his head, “You sure” It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t an answer it was more like a matter of fact being stated.
She could only smile, “There are other teams on board, to make it interesting I’m going to make it competition between them. So we will be out of your hair, but if you get any trouble we will hot foot it right back here”
She turned to leave his office, “Thanks”
Down on the hangar deck a few hours later they were all stomping around in their armor, joking, shoving and making wagers. Just as she thought they would.
“All right, here’s the rules. Biggest one wins, got five days to get it. Concentrate on the hunt more than anything. You can get killed out here easy. Be careful.”
Arla had spent the last hour getting ready putting her things in order, just in case. If she died during the hunt only then would it all be revealed.
“OK, on board, let’s go” Three transports would be taking the teams down.
Arla had on her armor, she carried her MT-14 Heavy Blaster pistol, her assault rifle, a bunch of different grenades, and she put her hand onto her chest piece it never left her, and she cared for it with precision and gentleness.
He had said to her that day to hunt one and kill it would be a great feat. She hadn’t thought of it then, she was still unsure of her steps. But a gouka dragon kill for anyone would have its own rewards. She decided to look for one, using the same skills she used when hunting shatual.
They ride down was still loud, and full of anticipation, Arla was quiet though lost in her thoughts.
When the transport opened up to let them out Arla remembered the windswept dunes, the storms, all of this wouldn’t matter though what they wanted was under ground. Deep beneath them were the tremors rocked the world, first step, find a way in. Or lay a trap to get one to come out.
Arla’s group was out here to be boots on the ground. The red head was negotiating at the moment to get the team some down time. “You don’t understand if they don’t get off the ship and do something else for a bit they will go stir crazy, and this is the perfect solution. Your people can service the ship, and mine can do what they do best.”
The Captain shook his head, “You sure” It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t an answer it was more like a matter of fact being stated.
She could only smile, “There are other teams on board, to make it interesting I’m going to make it competition between them. So we will be out of your hair, but if you get any trouble we will hot foot it right back here”
She turned to leave his office, “Thanks”
Down on the hangar deck a few hours later they were all stomping around in their armor, joking, shoving and making wagers. Just as she thought they would.
“All right, here’s the rules. Biggest one wins, got five days to get it. Concentrate on the hunt more than anything. You can get killed out here easy. Be careful.”
Arla had spent the last hour getting ready putting her things in order, just in case. If she died during the hunt only then would it all be revealed.
“OK, on board, let’s go” Three transports would be taking the teams down.
Arla had on her armor, she carried her MT-14 Heavy Blaster pistol, her assault rifle, a bunch of different grenades, and she put her hand onto her chest piece it never left her, and she cared for it with precision and gentleness.
He had said to her that day to hunt one and kill it would be a great feat. She hadn’t thought of it then, she was still unsure of her steps. But a gouka dragon kill for anyone would have its own rewards. She decided to look for one, using the same skills she used when hunting shatual.
They ride down was still loud, and full of anticipation, Arla was quiet though lost in her thoughts.
When the transport opened up to let them out Arla remembered the windswept dunes, the storms, all of this wouldn’t matter though what they wanted was under ground. Deep beneath them were the tremors rocked the world, first step, find a way in. Or lay a trap to get one to come out.