The Great Hunt: Larisa Young vs. Keira Priest

[Quell Rook]

BOUNTY DOSSIER: GASH
SPECIES: ZABRAK​

OCCUPATION: NIGHTBROTHER EXILE​

WANTED FOR: ASSAULT, MURDER, DESTRUCTION OF PROPERTY​

CURRENTLY SIGHTED ON ORTO PLUTONIA​

ASSIGNED HUNTERS: [member="Larisa Young"], [member="Keira Priest"]​

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The frozen world Orto Plutonia is a primitive wasteland. Tenuous agreements with their advanced Pantoran neighbors keep the Talz tribes isolated from the galaxy at large. But not everyone respects Pantoran law and there are ways of getting planetside without alerting the authorities.​

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Tracking a lone Nightbrother across so much desolation would ordinarily present quite a challenge, but Gash has made little effort to conceal his presence. A Talz village set aflame, the crazed zabrak warrior seems to revel in mindless carnage...​

 

[Keira Priest]

Stifling a sigh, Keira cursed both the weather and her target’s choice of destination. There was cold, and then there was an ice planet. Thankfully her armor was temperature-regulated, but that didn’t make the terrain any more enjoyable to traverse. Of all the places to go on a rampage, the Zabrak had chosen Orto Plutonia, a world of snow and blizzards. Nothing about this profession had ever made sense.

Presently she’d managed to half-bury herself in a snowbank, laying prone with her rifle across her back and other equipment stowed on her belt. Through the macrobinoculars built into her HUD she watched Talz village burn, her prey roaming among the carnage, seemingly taking the time to bask in the flames and the death he’d wrought.

The dossier had indicated a strong history of violence, and as a Nightbrother he was Force-sensitive, a detail that had the capacity to complicate things depending on just how in tune with his abilities he happened to be. No information she’d been granted indicated that, but she’d learned long ago that meant little and less in this line of work.

The first order of business would be moving into closer range. Close-quarters was where she thrived, and it gave him less of a chance to run as opposed to stunning him from afar. Having to track him farther across the planet was a less than thrilling thought, and she'd rather end this here and now if at all possible.

Her only complaint was that he was wanted alive, which put something of a limit on her options here, not that she minded having to get a little creative. Mandalorians were good at that.

[member="Larisa Young"]

 

[Rosa]

The narglatch's flanks quivered beneath her as Larisa pulled it to a stop less than a click from the burning village, the smell of smoke,blood and death heavy in the air. Her quarry was there, in the midst of it, not close enough to see but she'd seen enough to know for sure.

She dismounted, withholding a curse at the terrible choice if destination, before smacking the narglatch's rear and sending it ahead if her into the middle of the village. While she, tightening her hood and adjusting her goggles, headed round to the east, pulling a razor net from her hip sas she ran. Not her faviurite choice of weapon, hell it was barbaric, but considering her prey...

She ducked behind the remains of a home and crept along to where her narglatch was circling the nightbrother. All of them oblivious to their overwatch.

[member="Keira Priest"]

 

[Keira Priest]

At first Keira thought it was a glitch. But then the sensors of her helmet lit up again to notify her of a third presence, and she cursed before shifting her attention to the apparent other hunter. She’d already begun closing in on her target, but now she had this to worry about instead. Sure, things were never simple, but Nine Hells they could at least do her the kindness of being quiet every now and again. This wasn’t a fight she wanted, but maybe she wouldn’t have to be the one doing the work.

Silently she took note of the shell of a house her opponent had taken shelter near, weighing her options only briefly. Sighting through her rifle’s scope she picked out the most significant weak point in the structure and squeezed the trigger.

If the shot impacted the way it was intended, it would collapse the remains of the building and draw the Nightbrother’s attention, hopefully leading to a fight where in the end all she had to do was contend with who was left.

[member="Larisa Young"]

 

[Rosa]

Rifle’s had a distinct scream to them that Larisa was not overly fond of, the noise brought her to a standstill. No doubt her quarry and the narglatch had done the same. Nothing like suddenly realising you’re not alone. She didn’t have time to contemplate what to do or where it had come from when the remnants of her cover collapsed with a groan.

Everyone was frozen on the spot, the zabrak head cocked as he looked at her, a wicked grin coming over his face as he dropped his attention from the narglatch. “Oh, kark.” Larisa was not bred for this. She was, in all honesty, little more than a tracker. Hand to hand combat was not her forte. As a general rule, she was the stab you in the back, put poison in your drink or let someone else do the killing, type.

This contract had been too good not to give it a go though. She raised the razor net, bringing it level with the advancing zabrak who halted in his advance.”I’d much prefer it if you came quietly.” she said, taking advantage of his hesitation and advancing. “Lot of people would like you dead, especially after this.”

“That won’t kill me.”

“No, but it will hurt like a motherkarker, and i’m quite content with that thought.”

The narglatch wondered too close to the zabrak and he dove for it, the sudden movement made her squeeze the trigger, only to find the narglatch in the path of the net. “No!” she shouted. “Oh, kark it all.” The beast was howling, each struggle digging the razor net bit deeper into his skin. The zabrak took off as she pulled a knife from her belt and shot forward to free her mount.

“Easy boy.” she muttered, lifting her gaze to watch the zabrak go. “Today is not my day.” she muttered. Let him run, she’d find him easy enough again, there were other things to contend beside her wounded mount and a zabrak on the run.

Like, where the hell had that shot come from?

[member="Kiera"] Priest