Public Streamlining the logistics of sustenance

[Davak]

-Done did it again-
Welp OOC Post

 

[Darakses]

“How many more parts!?” the Cha’ta’ri roared across the sturdy iron table. At its rear a smaller fatter member of his species flinched and almost ducked for cover at the much larger male's words. He caught himself and corrected his stance seeing that the stares of the surrounding Eldest rested on him. “Its not simple” he explained. Darakses lower off-hand slipped past the long belt hanging across his chest and drew a blade that he violently drove it into the table almost to its hilt. “Build your machine, hunters are dying, we need hunters” he growled. His opposition in this exchange continued his explanation “We need the machine to work, it will feed us longer, we could one day breed our spawn in it”

Before any of them could continue their one-sided discussion the largest among the group of elder Cha’ta’ri raised his head. “Progress has always been paid for in sacrifice…” the Machinist Eldest hummed and nodded while his Hunter Eldest counterpart hissed quietly “… but we must be wary of the cost”. Thesiks speech silenced both of them. “Gorn, we can not give you more parts, but we can give you time and support. Darakses, go find a pilot and a ship, do it now and upon your return the monolith will be completed. Then we hunt as was planned”

All the Eldest nodded silently but in accordance. The meeting was adjourned and the mass of Cha’ta’ri disbanded into the different oval tunnel exits around the hall. Thesiks incredibly long arm stretched out and waved Darakses to him. As his spawn approached he sank his huge head down to the smaller Cha’ta’ri and stared him down from his chain mill covered face “You will not forget the rule that we have established for this hunt, yes?” it was rhetorical. “No Eldest, whoever it is, it will not be killed, it will be as if it were a hunter” Darakses answered obediently. Thesiks raising his head ended their conversation by teaching his young Hunter Eldest a valuable lesson “We will need the support of outsiders we can not do everything alone”. With that, his giant body turned slowly and disappeared in the shadows of the tunnels.

Darakses waited until the ceremony hall cleared to pull the vibroblade out from the table, Gorn and his Machinists were onto something no one could deny this. A machine that would sustain the life of caught prey could be a great step towards helping them safely expand the Mithrax tribe to a colony. But the attempt to salvage more and more parts from passing ships or the Freehold colonies had created losses. They needed a big hunt. He would deliver.

The insectoid creature made his way into the center of Hunterhalls, past the battle pits and their resting coves. His pack of hungering brothers and sisters eyed him eagerly knowing that a raid had been set up by the Eldest. He growled loudly, loud enough for all of them to hear it. The blue fire of their eyes erupted in the dark cave as they turned their full attention towards him. Some hung from the ceiling, others were latched onto the walls or sat in circles around the leftovers of a previous meal.

“We will go now, down to Calypso. We will find a pilot, a ship and return to the fields. The machinists will complete their task and we will collect the contraptions and more hunters. Then we go on a great hunt and return with many spoils”. Their mouthparts clicked excitedly in union as Darakses yelled out the further details of their mission “For now small group… Twin-Sisters you come and Wingless you come too, prepare now”

The alpha hunter spend most of the journey in silence, he watched the darkness pass them as they came closer and closer to the biggest of the Freehold moons. A place with no horizon, only towering heaps of metal and lights. He had no particular interest in the destination, he knew there were far more incredible sights that he had yet to see but the simplicity of this place was to his liking. Kill or be killed, the rules that had governed his life also held true for most life on the pirate moon.

His gaze parted form the endless void and he watched the two female Cha’ta’ri as they started their pre-hunt ritual. The two creatures leaned in on each other and touched at the forehead as they prayed too as many legendary Cha’ta’ri as they knew. Thesiks was part of the chant, and Darakses always enjoyed the idea that he would be too one day. They were both excellent hunters and very proficient with their patchwork vibrospears. Wingless was the best pilot they had. He was extremely silent even for a Cha’ta’ri but his skill could not be denied even if he had been part of the Machinist guild before coming to the Hunters at Darakses wish.

As the broke through the atmosphere of the megacities planet, the group inside of the small cargo room got up and begun putting on layers of stitched together textiles. Each of them would be draped in long baggy cloth that acted as a mantle hiding the second pair of arms, chitin covered skin and their bare head. A Mithrax needed to disguise, they had understood the fearful characteristics of their appearance and while they fully embraced who they were they did not want to risk the success of the mission. They needed to fit in. Darakses completed his outfit by slipping in a rebreather and than covering the rest of his face with a veil of chain mill that hid his face. The two sisters did the same making the only physical way to distinguish between the three creatures Darakses much larger size standing almost two heads above them.

 

[Rocho]

Rocho Krul, Imperial Knight of the Fel Empire, not that it mattered to him much. But most importantly, bounty hunter. Perhaps he was not famous, he'd never taken in the most dreaded of targets though he tried to find them. But once he knew where the target was, it was very difficult to stop him. 2.1 meters of raw power and skill. He was not known for cruelty, but he had his priorities, and they did not sit within the realm of everyones sense of morality. He was a Trandoshan, even if he didn't follow exactly the same beliefs in the Scorekeeper, they were close enough.

Today however, it was not his own hunt he was after. Rather, he had heard of a nearby group searching for a ship. Instead of his smaller and more armed vessel then, he switched to his ssl-4550-light-freighter which was better designed for carrying not only people, but cargo. He wasn't sure what they were after, but if they were paying, and if they'd have anything of particular value, he might be interested in allowing them to ride his ship for the trip. Possibly, in turn that he took part in whatever they were after.

The Trandoshan stepped outside his ship, armed with his number of weapons. The grenade launcher, the shotgun, the light armor, the vibro-brace and shield gauntlet, and of course in his hand something that might look like a cane, but was in fact The Beast. Now, to find whoever it was that was looking for a ship.

 

[Darakses]

The group of three hooded Cha'ta'ri had been scurrying around the shipyard for the last couple days. So far their efforts had been in vain. Instead, they had a small escalation with a group of Duros running a pirating operation and called off further negotiations with a Quarren pilot who did not appeal to Darakses liking. Lastly, they ate a Mon Calamari who had tested their nerves during discussions.

So they tried an inbound approach and instead informed a few of the hot spots within the town that there was a piloting job available. They occupied a small bar near the vast shipyard harboring their own vessel. The twin sister had split up one guarding the entrance to the small establishment the other stood next to a table that saw Darakses loathing around awaiting visitors.

He found some joy toying with a blaster that was taken off the tentacle faced creature which they had feasted on the day before. Blasters were an entirely different thing from the slugthrowers he had been raised with and their workings interested him a fair bit.

The room was badly lit and accommodated only two further tables along with a small bar featuring a droid who was casually mixing drinks for Wingless. The pilot had come to join them after their run-in with the group of pirates. He sat calmly in his drape wondering about the robot and liquids before him.

Rocho

 

[Rocho]

(Sorry, I didn't get this alert!)
Darakses

Now, time to figure out what to do. Rocho browsed the place for awhile. He wasn't all too impressed by the location itself, nor many of its occupants. Then again, it was rare that he ever was. He wondered if somewhere like Mandalore would appear more impressive too him. They were after-all all warriors were they not? Perhaps one day he would try to actually make himself familiar with them. Then again, Trandoshans and Mandalorians never did have the closest bonds, though there was no real rivalry he knew of, the two were the biggest known for bounty hunter. He chuckled to himself, wondering if a trandoshan had ever double downed on the culture of the hunt and become a mandalorian.

Eventually the Trandoshan made his way into a small bar near his ship, armed just as he was before, and inviting a few looks as he glanced around. People weren't going to be surprised if he took that shotgun or grenade rifle off and just started blasting at someone. Fortunately for them however he did not, simply, sitting down at the bar and ordering a drink slapping down some credits and spinning on the stool to glance around. The light was of little concern to him, he could see well into the infra-red range and the eyes were made to be sensitive after-all. Unless it was actually pitch black, this was no bother.

He let out a rumble from his throat, taking the drink as it was handed to him. Good, a large mug. And taking a good swig from it, his eyes scanning the rest of the bar.

 

[Davak]

-welp-

 

[Darakses]

Rocho

She hummed contently as the heavily armed Trandoshan moved past her and into the establishment below. He will like him she thought to herself. With that, she abandoned her post and followed the lizard down the stairs and into the badly lit room. She made her way to the table where her Hunter Eldest and twin sister resided to inform them about the arrival but the male Cha’ta’ri was already aware and seemed motivated from what she could tell.

Darakses was rather delighted about the arrival of the large reptilian humanoid, he was a Trandhoshan he knew of them and they were hunters just like he was. Leaving his attention for the blaster behind he crawled over the tabletop on all six unaware of his breaking of etiquette and onto the floor before he corrected his posture into an upright walk.

With both twin sisters in tow, he approached the newcomer. Flanked by the smaller Cha'ta'ri females he gave of a rhythmic and quiet clicking sound from his orifice as he turned his head from side to side eying the creature from top to bottom.

As he began to squeal in Ch’tar his translator repeated his words in broken galactic basic.

“You are Trandoshan Hunter Species” even though his voice raised and lowered in tone as he was more or less excited the robotic voice of the machine in his mask was monotone “You are here for ship flying and cargo handling?… We are looking for pilot”

“We travel to Gorgon Fields. We wait. We receive package. We go to planet. We stay and hunt. We bring back spoils to Gorgon fields. You get paid now. You get paid more when completed.”

In the meantime Wingless had pulled out a broken holo transmitter that flashed the coordinates of a planet that was hardly a parsec away from Freehold.

Darakses finished “What you say?”

 

[Rocho]

Rocho raised his brows as he watched Darakses crawl across the floor like an insect before getting back to a full height. Rocho did not regularly meet beings that were taller then him. Especially by that much. However the thought of it was not due to intimidation, but simply a fascinating fact. Because he did not recognize the species of whatever this individual was, and if he did not know the species and it stood out (literally) this much. Well then he definitely did want to. Of course the approach of the creature did result still in Rocho tapping his "cane" thoughtfully just in case. But he didn't sense a danger from him. At least, not a danger to Rocho at this moment.

The creature spoke, though his voice sounded a lot more inflecting, the machine that recited his words in basic were a lot less interesting. The words however, well those were. He made a statement, or perhaps a question. About what Rocho was as his species, to which he simply nodded. Then about the reason he was here, cargo handling. Sure. He did that. Not his regular but he did it. He nodded simply again before taking another swig nearly emptying his drink.

The creature explained further. Where they were headed, Get a package, go and hunt. Come back. And of course the way he was paid, here and there. The creature showed Rocho an image of the coordinates. That was close, his ship could make that easily. He glanced as the others with him. Yeah they could be carried easily. He waited a moment after the being finished, "I'll do it. But, on a few conditions."

He tapped his fingers on the counter as he leaned back against it, "1. You tell me what you are, I'm not familiar with your species and it's always good to know. 2. I can participate in the hunt and may take a small portion of it if I want. Not something drastic, and only if it interests me. In return of course I'll reduce the price in accordance." He crossed his arms and cocked his head. "Lastly, you tell me what you're hunting after we get on board my ship. That acceptable? You also don't have too many more with you right? I can handle a few extra but I don't need a small army trying to ride my ship."

 

[Darakses]

At the Trandoshans acceptance of the task the Hunter Eldest proudly hissed in Ch'tar to his followers "A hunter I tell you, a hunter"

He gave Rocho his full attention as he listed his conditions and took special care to fulfill humanoid etiquette and shake his head up and down as a sign of acknowledgment.

The fact that their newfound acquaintance was interested in hunting alongside with them filled the Hunter Eldest with a sensation he had hardly ever known before. This must be what Thesisk the Wise had meant with the importance of accepting others into ones tribe. This sensation of pride at the actions of another.

Darakses gave the order to the droid whose establishment they had held hostage for the past days so that they could be escorted to the backroom for the closing of their deal. He tried his best to polietly ask the Trandoshan to join. This second room was better lit and equipped with a large round wooden table as well as a set of stools. In the back of the room were a second open bar and a large fancy looking light hung from the center of the ceiling. Instead of taking a seat though he instead strode to the table and quickly proceeded to remove the net of iron that hung like a curtain over his face and unwrapped himself of the layers of cloth that hid his body.

The blue in his eyes burned, his crossed arms unfolded to their full length and the muscle in between the layers of protective chitin swelled out as he rose to his full height. His chest was bare revealing the matte grey color of his exoskeleton and the almost glowing purple skin. His legs were wrapped in armor as well as protective wrapping and the belt that normally hung from his upper body was wrapped around his waist revealing a set of about half a dozen different vibroblades.

He removed his rebreather and took a deep breath of air, it scratched his throat and made his lungs heavy but it was his pride as a Hunter Eldest to have found such a comrade and he wanted to treat it with the respect he believed it deserved.

"We are Cha'ta'ri of the Mithrax tribe, we exist nowhere and we live to feed our hunger" his voice sounded like knives being sharpened and his tone was lighter than one would expect.

He hissed and his comrades who had followed into the room begun to also reveal themselves to the reptilian. Other than Darakses size the main differentiator between the rest of them were the twin sisters large purple manes that ran down from the top of their head to the base of the neck where it split and onto their chest.

The leaders scraping voice continued "It would be our honor to hunt along you, we will treat you as we treat a hunter of our own. You may take what you capture at no expense"

"In the fields, you will meet other hunter and we will prepare for the raid, you will know all you will want to know about the prey yes" remarking on the rest of the operation he pointed at Wingless and continued "He will take the ship and inform the others, three more hunters join and a machine"

Wingless nodded and remarked in Ch'tar "I leave now you will be safe yes" Darakses replied in basic "Yes safe we are. And in good company. You be safe without wings yes" The Cha'ta'ri left the room leaving the rest of them to be.

"It will take him two days so we have time now. I answer any more questions you have and we meet on your ship than yes"

 

[Rocho]

Roch chuckled in response to the mans reaction to his agreement, the statement about hunter. After his explanation he was invited the Trandoshan into the back room, naturally, he followed. In spite of being outnumbered. Course he was carrying with him a thermal detonator launcher, so should it come to it he was quite willing to use it. So far though, there seemed no such need. After entering, the Trandoshan stepped so that his back was mostly facing a wall, while watching Darakses as he began unfolding that which hid the creature he was beneath.

He let out a grunt as what was revealed was, unsurprisingly, extremely insectoid in nature. However it was also far more threatening then a typical type. It wasn't the weak looking Rodians who only slightly resembled bugs with their eyes, nor small and gangly like the Geonosians. This type of insect looked far more carnivorous, or at the very least, aggressively built. With the multiple arms and the weapons to make use of, the massive size, and the exoskeleton which no doubt was harder to penetrate then typical flesh. The two of them varied considerably in species traits. But they both were hunters, and both had bodies that were designed for battle.

And then he removed the rebreather. A dangerous move. Rocho had been to many worlds and he knew the pains of not being able to breath properly. He still didn't use a rebreather often, but he was also a force sensitive and had learned methods of fixing such problems unless it was serious or lasted too long. The man spoke again, explaining what his species was. The Cha'ta'ri. Mithrax tribe. And hunter was an accurate term in their case, as they apparently really did do it to feed. A completely valid reason. Do not waste a target unless you are forced to.

The others also revealed what they looked like. They were also different, even from him. Aside from just their size. Fascinating truly. This man seemed quite in with this joining of forces, mentioning even it would cost nothing to do so with them. As well as how many more would be joining, still, an acceptable level. He did appreciate the fact he had a droid of his own on his ship though, just a little extra comfort.

Seems there was now time between when the man was done getting more soldiers, and the leaving time. Shame, but fine. Time to discuss, "All sounds good. Well, if we're going to work together, might as well figure out what to call one another and get some of what we can do out of the way. I am Rocho, I've been to wars with species that I recognized, and a few that I hadn't. Hunting is just what I do as you know. My ship should be able to carry you and your cargo perfectly fine, I have an nn-2-front-droid-nn-series on my ship. Not that he gets much use he's more a guard then anything else."

Rocho held out his hands, "Now your turn. Also, I think now is also a good time to know just what we're hunting, The condition it needs to be in, and how well protected it may be."

 

[Darakses]

- OOC: I swear I'll get the hang of this -

 

[Darakses]

The Trandoshan wanted more and he wanted it now. He also shared his name which put Darakses in the position of having to reveal his. There were many differences to be bridged and many etiquettes to be understood.

But he had made a promise to his elder and he had tasted the benefits of mutual understanding. He waved his hands at the twin sisters who had been silently watching over the scene. "Leave us" he hissed in menacing Ch'tar.

The two smaller frames quickly wrapped themselves in their cloth and swiftly left the room.

They were alone. The insectoid tilted his smoothe purple hide and spoke "We give ourselves to the tribe. We hatch we kill our siblings. One Cha'ta'ri watches. The one that kills he gives a name. Tribe gives us title in return we give them name. My titel is Hunter Eldest, it is what you call me."

His sharp edgy voice continued "You want to know prey it makes you hunter yes. Hunter have title so you need title now. Pick one"

His lower left appendage reached for the cloth laying on the table.

"We are hunting hairy humanoids, big, live in huts. It will be battle, they will fight back. We must capture many. Alive."

His four arms folded the many layers of textiles back over his body cloaking his matte chitin armor and his glowing skin.

"To hunt is to live"

He let the chainmail fall over his head and mask his face leaving only the blue burning of his eyes reveal that creature under the veil. From one of the many pockets of his robes, he pulled a small communicator and passed it to Rocho .

"My name is Darakses, hunter. A great raid it will be yes. Call us in two days let us know where we meet. "

With that, he exited the back room from where the Twin Sisters escorted him out of the cellar bar into the open streets. They silently moved through the night towards the other side of the shipyard. A ruined building site near the canals in which they had been housing since their arrival.

 

[Rocho]

Rocho had the shorter ones leave them, and then began to explain. It was a little hard to understand all of what he was saying, due mainly to the language barrier naturally. He mentioned they killed their siblings, a very strange culture. And then that the one who survives, is given a name. And tribes give them titles. HIs apparently being Hunter Eldest. Then he told Rocho that he needed a title, he really didn't know how to answer that. He had titles yes, Imperial Knight. However that was a position. He was a Bounty Hunter by job, but not because of the credits.

Fortunately that did not stay on topic, as the insectoid explained the creatures. Hairy humanoids. They lived in huts, so he imagined they were either regularly mobile, or technologically inferior. Either way it was unlikely they had any kind of heavy fire-power. And that he wanted them alive, not normal for Rocho to do something like that, but he'd oblige.

As the creature put its clothing back on he said 'To Hunt is to Live.' to which Rocho smiled. When he finished re-clothing he gave the Trandoshan a communicator, gave his name, and said to call them in two days, before leaving. The Trandoshan grunted in thought and left the place headed back to his ship.

When he got there he decided to look up the planet while making sure all his gear was ready. It was...well it was really an incredibly unusual planet. He was surprised he'd never gone there before. However it seemed he would be headed there soon. Whenever the two days would pass, Rocho would attempt to call up Darakse to let him know which space-port to meet at so that they could load up onto his ship.

He'd then wait outside, leaning against the ship, breathing in and out slowly. His eyes were closed, but he could sense much. And if he were to sense the presence of Darakses , the ones with him, or someone getting very close, he would open them. The nn-2-front-droid was also standing outside. It was clearly a combat droid. However it was simply standing guard.

 

[Darakses]

Darakses was resting. The huge creature was sat in a corner knees pressed against his chitin chest. His two sets of arms hugged his legs and his purple gleaming head was tucked in the space between them.

The comm in his pocket began to call for his attention and his lower left off-hand answered the call. Rocho gave them the location for the meet. He came to life pushed his massive trunk into the air and rose into an upright walk. The silent clicking of his mandibles echoed through the rusted leftovers of an old spaceship. It was dark, but blue burning eyes came alive revealing a trio of Cha'ta'ri. They had buried into a ship that had crashed headfirst, safely harboring them underground.

The group of insectoids broke through to the surface and made their way to their destination.

Darkases spotted the large reptile leaned against the very vessel that would carry them to their hunting ground. It was a large ship, it was absolutely sufficient in his opinion although he could imagine that the Machinsits would complain at first.

He then noticed the large mechanical creation that seemed to belong to the vessel and its pilot. He immediately found an interest in the machine and kept his four pairs of eyes on the droid and its movements as he approached the Trandoshan.

He waved in etiquette and greeted his partner. "A great hunt it will be" his translator spouted out in broken basic. He then pointed to the robot. "This one battle droid yes. It can fight a mighty battle" he commented in rhetorical Cha'ta'ri manner. "It will hunt with us yes" he continued.

"We are ready to load. You need help you say, your ship pilot." he lowered his head in respect.

He rose back to his height and focused on the new found hunter.

"You found title to call you yes" this time it was a question.

 

[Rocho]

Rocho's eyes shot open as he sensed the presence of Darakses , pushing himself away from his ship, smiling as they approached and cocking his head looking at those that came with him. Darakses greeted him, to which Rocho responded, "Indeed it shall." Next he commented on the droid, to which Rocho bobbed his head side to side, "It will serve the purpose that fits the most situation. Usually it simply guards the ship. It's very efficient, but I'd rather lose one warrior for a battle then one ship from a sneaky local." he explained.

He mentioned them being ready to load and Rocho stepped to the side gesturing to the ramp, "Then you may load." He said simply.

Darakses then asked about a title. Rocho sighed, "Yes, that was a difficult decision. Though I have the rank of Imperial Knight of the Fel Empire, I no longer use it. They have grown completely stagnant to me. Which I see as having failed in what I saw in them. So, if I were to choose a title, I believe it would be Challenger. I am hunter and warrior, but more than anything I challenge myself and others in order to obtain points for the Scorekeeper goddess."

It was a title he expected many might think about. But many who were in his position might have chosen something such as Champion, the Unrelenting, or something similar. Rocho was not one to name himself off of success until it was time finally for his death. If others would give him that title then so be it. But what he was willing to say was what he did, and Challenger was indeed something that fit.

 

[Darakses]

There was that appreciation again, that same warmth. It was not like the respect he paid his people for their willingness to sacrifice but it was a slice of gratitude worth of it.

Rocho shared knowledge with them and had followed Mithrax codex he had received a title.

He appeared to make various remarks on his history that the insectoid would want to know about.

The Hunter Eldest turned to his two followers and announced in Ch'tar "I announce to you hunter of the Mithrax, Challenger!" The group of Cha'ta'i began giving off a fast beat clicking sound from their toothed orifices. A cheering unline anything the lizard would ever have heard.

Darakses turned to the freshly named hunter and his communicator translated "Proud to welcome you to Mithrax Hunter Guild Challenger"

His lower off-hand slipped in his robes and drew one of the vibro blades from his chest belt. It was roughly half a meter long with an elongated grip, painted in tribal markings.

"All hunter wield blade this your blade yes" his three-fingered claws would carefully hand over the Mithraxy weapon.

Then he waved his two sisters along who both respectfully took a short bow before the reptilian and hissed out a Ch'tar "welcome brother".

Darakses took his first steps aboard the freighter. It was a large round space. He had to lower his stand to comfortably move through the ship. He scanned the room, its exits, and entries, the cargo he was hauling, the scavenged good, the tools, and weapons.

He let their pilot pulled out a cloth with a set of number on it.

"This is where we meet the brothers and sisters"

 

[Rocho]

Rocho cocked his head slightly as Darakses introduced him more formally this time, accepting the title of Challenger. He also noted the interesting noise the Cha'ta'ri made. Not criticising it and instead smiling and giving a nod as Darakses welcomed him to the guild, "Thank you." he said simply. The being also produced a rather interesting vibro-blade. It was definitely inferior to his axe, but it seemed a matter of acceptance then a weapon built for the type of combat that Rocho often put himself in. He took the weapon, looking it over and nodding thoughtfully in interest at it. The two others hissed a welcome and he nodded for them as well, "Thank you."

Now however it was time to leave He examined the location on where Darakses said they would meet, "That'll do. I'll get us moving right away." he said heading for the cockpit, and preparing the ship for take off while setting in the system where they were headed. The droid that came back in would simply remain near the cockpit observing. It did very little but stand still as he rarely ordered it to do anything but guard the ship, and he doubted there were any stowaways around here with the type of people he'd just gotten on board.

He called over his shoulder towards Darakses "These people, do they have any allies we should know about? Someone who would come after us if they found out about what has happened?"

 

[Davak]

-pls I am sorry-

 

[Darakses]

Darakses had taken a seat flanked by his two smaller kin. He felt as the ship began batteling gravity lifting off and plunging into the air. The droid came to join them as they pierced into space, the insectoids four large sets of eyes would ogle the metal entity. Rocho and his call would snap him back into full attention as he asked about the prey they were hunting.

The Mithrax Hunter got back on his feet and ducked down due to the height of the ceiling and supported by his four other arms crawled across to the cockpit. His large body found space to plant himself down on the ground and he would answer through his mechanic translator.

"We do not know much about prey. They fit excellently into hunting schema. They are hairy. We are stronger. We come in the day, yes. They are night dwellers. We come. We take many. We leave. No longer than two-three days. We maintain secrecy."

On the other side of the Grogon Fields hidden deep within the dark side of the asteroid cluster, Wingless who had reached the large dark entrance to the Mithrax hive was eagerly awaiting some of his fellow tribesmen. After a while shapes could be seen in the black void that was their burrow's main access point. A group of three Cha'ta'ri were carrying out a large rectangular machine. Two of the trio were much larger than the third who was stumbling behind hardly catching up with the speed of the rest of the group.

Wingless wrapped a rebreather over his orifice and opened the hatch of the small shuttle, swiftly exiting into the cold of the void and assisting his crew in holstering the Cha'ta'ri build device on board. Turns out the smaller member of the trio was indeed a Machinist. His name was "Preserve" who had heavily aided in building it in the first place. He came along to make sure the device would be operated accordingly and returned in one piece knowing of the hunter's violent raids and fearing for the destruction of his creation.

The other two tribesmen were young Hunter that Wingless knew too well. "Scared" was a 10-year-old who had retreated from a battle with a Purrgil and was struggling to receive a new title since. The other was "Dancer" a younger Cha'ta'ri female who had quickly received one for her acrobatic skill and swiftness in battle.

The group of four did not hesitate to leave the barren rock behind, lift off into the fields via their makeshift vessel and out of the shadows that fell over the Mithrax home.

The two ships would meet somewhere in the midsection of the large fields. At an almost clearing like space in the void that was hidden in the shadows of three much larger asteroids. An empty hole in an ocean of stone.

 

[Rocho]

Rocho glanced at Darakses occasionally as he answered the question. Simple terms. Rocho ran a tongue through his teeth in thought, "Alright, good enough." he responded as they made their way towards the Grogon fields. He glanced ahead to see the Cha'ta'ri awaiting them with the very strange device which was being loaded. He glanced among them, he'd remember them each by sight and through the force. It was his way.

He took in a breath and cracked his neck, these creatures were strange. Insectoids, very large, multi-armed, and with a hunters culture. It was interesting to be around them even with the limited discussion they'd had. Perhaps it was possible simply because their cultures were at least somewhat close, though he wondered how their religious believes functioned. So far he had only seen mostly physical aspects and only a few cultural matters such as the blade and the explanation of names. Because they hunted because they needed to.

The meeting did take place in space, so he talked over the ships systems, "If you're in the cargo hold either get out or put on any necessary equipment, preparing to vent and open." He warned. He'd wait awhile, since they hadn't yet gotten close enough in space to properly and safely transfer over the equipment and then would give a countdown over the comms until he vented, and then opened up the cargo hold, "Alright, we're ready to load up."