Torjesgo
Crazy Man McJangle
[SIZE=10pt]The forest moon of Endor; scene of one of the greatest battles in galactic history; was home to a concoction of different ships that found their graves there. One of those ships hadn’t been unearthed by any sentients, rather it had lain dormant for so long that it was completely hidden by the overgrowth. The hull of the vessel was nearly entirely buried beneath the ground, a single side of it elevated up out of the ground and acting as a hill with a cliff to one side. The cliff, no longer nearly as visible as it once was, was covered in moss so that the metal was entirely hidden away, thick veins ran over along the surface of it with hundreds of animals living within the protective cover that created. The great forest hiding the graves of thousands of ships across the planet plus hundreds of thousands of tons of wreckage from the destruction of the Death Star. One piece of material provided a hint as to something unnatural but the chances of seeing such was nearly impossible with a bed of water resting beneath it providing just as reflective of a surface. The dish that stuck out was a panel that was still weakly connected to the hull of the ship. Years of animals chewing on it and being electrocuted had left the cables damaged and decaying while the metal itself was heavily rusted and the panels were breaking from falling branches over the eons.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Energy stored down below the surface was running low and what reserve power remained sent out a short range distress signal. Shortly afterwards what systems were still being powered began to be activated to begin waking the occupants. Those occupants were all but dead inside, many systems having failed long ago and leaving preserved corpses resting in their shells, others which had gained leaks were decayed and left a terrible scent hanging for eternity in the hull of the metal monster. When the seal broke on the final container, the hissing of released air provided a positive sound. The sensors beside it blinking with the slowly awakening heartbeat of the ancient alien within. That beeping sound dominated the chamber as the slow sound of lights coming to life around followed shortly with heavy clicks; sparks sent flying from decayed mounts as the emergency lights were turning off as the main power of the ship was coming back on as the beast was preparing to bellow its final breaths.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Hours passed as the systems were pumping life back into the near death creature. His fingers shifting beneath the glass as senses were starting to return to him. Touch was the first that came back to him as he could feel the cool air across his skin, long talons shifting as he could feel the restraints were no longer hugging across his entire body. He didn’t dare to open his eyes yet, they felt far too heavy and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that. The following sensation was hearing as those beeps sounded like cannons firing to his side, over, and over, and over again. It became deafening as he was trapped in that tube. No other senses mattered as his hands moved quickly, banging up against the glass with the back of them as it was much closer to him than he had expected. He needed to get out! There was fighting going on! The scent of death was implanted in his brain from fights eons ago but now it smelled so fresh and potent, he was certain he was on the battlefield! Instead of being out there with his brothers, Torjesgo was trapped in this box as cannons roared in seemingly every direction. His semi-mobile ears shifting on his head as his hands pulled back and banged against the glass. Lungs felt like they were on fire as his breaths were coming in heavier gulps than they should have after waking so quickly, blood running from his ears at the painful change in pressure his body was going through.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Voice calling out in a long dead language to be released from his tomb. The grave that was threatening to take him if he couldn’t get out. He felt trapped, cannons rumbling, and the smell of his comrades dead across the ground around him. He could hear the Rakata coming, hear their terrible weapons of war, their fear inducing language, and he could see their teeth bloody with the flesh of his kin. It was too much, he needed to get out, he needed to get out now! His eyes, heavy as can be, finally opened to a blinding light, forcing them closed again as he could feel tears quickly filling them from how impossibly bright that had been! Everything hurt on his body, his soul hurt as he could hear his people being killed around him while his fists banged against the glass in front of him. The unforgiving material controlled by a timer that wasn’t supposed to release him until his body had adjusted. The feeder needles in his body, the tubes attached to him, all becoming tangled and pulled out of his form as he thrashed about in his self-made prison.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“[You will release me!]” He barked as loud as he could, feeling blood in his throat from how dry his body was and how painful such a shout had been. The Garani’s legs still restrained as his hands pummeled that glass before the machine finally relented, his fists pushing it along faster with as much might as he could. His gaze fluttering painfully as he tried to see anything around him, hands moving to untie the straps on his legs. The beast was alive, but when his eyes opened he couldn’t see anything but his homeworld. The underground caves that he had lived in his entire life, the people around them as they fended off another assault by the Infinite Empire. The destruction everywhere as people fled in chaos.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]There was nowhere for him to go, he was trapped and he was going to die in these caves! Stepping out of the container, he wasn’t anticipating the harsh angle that the ship was at and when his second foot was in the air, he went crashing down to the floor. Cries of agony coming from the alien as his limbs refused to respond with the speed they were supposed to in order to catch himself. Body crumpled on the floor for minutes as the scents of the long dead and stale air washed across him, the sounds of cannons dying out and creating a dull humming sound as the reading tubes were no longer attached and the empty chamber was reading a flat line.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]His eyes opened once more and the caves were gone, before him was all that remained of his civilization. It was a room of corpses, he didn’t even need to move to know, the smell said it all and the complete lack of light from the other chambers. The Garani dropped down onto his side and laid his arm underneath his head and wept.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Hours passed before he was on the move again, self-pity wouldn’t save him. He needed to find a way to get a message out or he would become like the rest of the bodies here. His gaze was bloodshot and he made a point to avoid looking into the chambers and instead looking just at the readings to see if they were alive or not. No one was, nothing was alive on this ship with him. He was alone after an unknown number of years, and he was trying to move with limbs that didn’t want to listen to his commands at the appropriate speed. Torjesgo wandered to the controls to try and figure out how he could get out of this ship. Emergency exits were weakly lit after all these years, but he was more focused on grabbing a suit and helmet so he could step outside into an unknown atmosphere. He wasn’t an astronaut; this was all outside of what he knew. There were supposed to be people here to direct them in how to proceed to a new planet! The Garani shook his head before he moved into panicking again, he needed to get out of here first and then he could panic. When he got to one of the exits, he smashed the emergency glass with his elbow, absorbing the pain into the rest of his form as he didn’t believe his body could hurt any more than it already was.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Torjesgo grabbed out the suit and was quick to slide into it, careful around his talons as he pulled the skin tight material to his form. A series of growls from him as it was a little tight on him but he needed it to survive so he figured this was the least of all the pains that he was feeling right now. The helmet was pulled on next as well as the oxygen recycler for his back as he pulled that on and plugged the tube into the underside of his helmet. Once he was suited up, he moved to the door. Smashing the button to get it to open, the door creaked and started to shift as he took a few steps back. He took a quick sidestep and grabbed up a slugthrower in case there was something hostile there, waiting in eager anticipation as the door was creaking as badly as it could be while starting to open. His eyes narrowing to try and get a better sight before he saw…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Dirt. Lots of dirt. Golden gaze fluttered with surprise at that as he looked around as though this had to be a joke. A series of curses in his native tongue as he looked at the way the ship was angled before heading up it as best as he could to try more doors. It was another few hours before he found a door that as it opened, he could see light coming through. That got the Garani holding the slugthrower at the ready once more as more and more of the door opened to reveal the heavy layers of branches that were in front of him. Insects of nearly impossible size and small rodents sent scattering, while winged creatures were shooting away from the opening door. A look of disbelief on his features at how he was going to get past all this brush. The oxygen reader on his wrist told him that he had plenty of air and as he turned it over, it appeared to be pretty sure that the planet’s air would be safe for him to breath. Even still, he wasn’t going to take his outfit off until he got past some of those insects. The last thing he wanted was to get out of his tomb and to die a slow and painful death from some toxin.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]He disappeared into the hull to grab a steel handled shovel and went to town attacking that brush to try and get out of this ship. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]The ancient blade crashed into the vines for hours as he worked to chop his way to freedom. He didn’t need a huge hole, just enough to slide himself through and to be able to find once more in order to return into the hold of the ship as he tried to get some bearings as to where he was. Whether the oxygen gauge on his wrist was accurate about not needing the mask or not, he was happy to have the protective shielding while splinters and bug remains were flying about. It was a tiring exercise for muscles that haven’t moved in an eternity, but it provided a way to vent the images and frustrations from his mind. Torjesgo’s body, even fueled with that pain, was not able to keep up the pace he wanted and he was forced to take multiple rests over the hour before he was able to break through enough that he could push the enormous vines out of the way. Taloned fingers were nowhere near as effective at gripping when they were sealed up in the space suit and he felt his grasp slip more than once before he was pushing through and emerging from the spread vines.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]When the brightness of the actual sun hit his visor, the Garani was forced to turn away and to let his eyes try and adjust to what was happening. His brain, already overloaded from too much information, was slow to comprehend the images that he was picking up as he could see no sign of a starship being at the location he was resting in. The alien’s heart torn as to the paths he was to take here, if his people had survived in some other way then the beacon that was going off couldn’t risk being discovered by the Infinite Empire and he wouldn’t allow the bodies of his kind to become another meal for those monsters. On the other hand, he didn’t want to destroy what he knew was safety from whatever this world might house. His hands remained holding the vines across for another moment of thought while his gaze was dancing across the wildlife that was moving around in the lush greenery around him. While it didn’t look dangerous, he was quite certain that there would be plenty of predatory species on this planet though from his experiences he couldn’t imagine anything as horrible as the Rakata.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Torjesgo stepped back into the belly of the starship and let the vines close back down. He needed supplies and other materials before he would set the ship to self-destruct. He grabbed up two duffel bags and stuffed them with two more space suits, basic clothes, and a few more magazines stashed between the fabrics. The second bag was filled with food and medical equipment, while a backpack was gathered with basic survival gear. Those three things were left by the door as he made another run through the readings of the chambers to make sure he wasn’t missing that someone was alive! It ended up being a poor decision as he was seeing too many names of friends that he had known and they were nothing more that entombed corpses. His progression towards getting off the ship was slowed because of it as he ended up breaking down once more and trying to come to grips with what was happening.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]The Garani was cried out and he knew that he was just leaving a big marker on a map for someone to come and get his people. So his pace quickened and he got to the controls to start initiating the self-destruction of the vessel. There wasn’t any turning back as he finished pulling the necessary controls to set the core to melt itself down and destroy the ship. His fingers stayed wrapped around the controls as he looked at the timer while it counted down. It was possible that he could just end it right here and now and never have to worry about the Rakata or needing to survive; nothing. The pain and agony could all go away in one explosion, he could even watch the countdown to the precise moment it would happen.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]That thought was answered with a shake of his head as he knew it was possible there would be others out there and the uncertainty of just what the afterlife would be. He held his religious belief firmly, but that didn’t stop him from having that hesitation and the realization that it could pose an issue if he committed suicide. A quick shake of his head as he peeled his fingers from the lever and turned to depart from the vessel. He grabbed up the bags, checked his firearm, and pushed through the vines again.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]There was no great monster waiting to devour him as he stepped out, instead he faced the issue of the height of his position. He didn’t think anything would break from the fall but he didn’t know how sturdy the ground was going to be. He knew he couldn’t stay where he was, so he swung around, took a grasp on the vines and started to slide himself down as best as he could manage. His feet ended up smacking onto the ground harder that he had wanted but the ground held and he was able to stagger over a few branches to get to a relatively flat area before putting his things down for a breath. Torjesgo’s lungs were pounding up and down quickly as this all felt so very alien all of a sudden. Everything that had happened seemed to be hitting him again. This was his first time on any terrain that wasn’t Garan and it suddenly felt that much more intimidating because of it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]This planet appeared to have some sort of sentient creature on it. Sentient only because he had seen that they had a variety of weapons ranging from spears to what appeared to be some form of firearms. The Garani didn’t try to intervene with them and instead avoided them as best as he could. Keeping his form low, and grateful that the spacesuit hid his exotic coloring, Torjesgo kept quiet and hidden in the brush. His vibrant yellow gaze narrowed as one of them stopped. The claws on his fingers visible in the shape of the bodysuit as it was made to stretch depending on the individual Garani’s claw length, said claws were depressed along the hammer of the weapon and cocked it back. The feeling of the trigger tensing against his fingers as he was ready to down the little chubby thing without a second thought. Anything that wasn’t of his own kind could be a slave to the Infinite Empire and he wasn’t going to take the chance of anyone trying to take him alive.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]As the things seemed to get further away, the one fuzzy creature stayed behind and seemed to move to take a seat. A sentry perhaps? Just a lazy little thing? He didn’t know and he didn’t care too much, but he needed to keep moving and he couldn’t while the thing was sitting there and watching the area. Torjesgo’s teeth were curled back in more than minor irritation as he only had an hour to get away from the ship and certainly didn’t want to waste time by being pinned down by what looked like some sort of fuzzy toy that he had seen children with before he left Garan. He cursed at it under his breath in his alien tongue as the thing didn’t look like it was going to be leaving any time soon. Head turned from side to side as he didn’t know what other option he really had. At this point it was going to turn into a potential shootout. Not with the one that was there but with any of the other ones that may be nearby.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Torjesgo bought the AE3 up and popped the stock back to rest firmly into his shoulder. It wasn’t a long shot but he didn’t want to give this thing any chance to call for help. He took a few breaths to steady himself and brought the little fuzzy thing’s face into the iron sights. When the shot was squeezed out, he watched the head whip back from the brown furred beast before he went over backwards from where it was sitting. The report echoed out through the woods before he was flipping the safety back on and getting ready to move on, he wasn’t going to wait around and let them come back and search for what happened. The Garani leaped up and took off in the direction that he had planned on going. His feet carried him quickly as he needed to put distance between himself and the signal that the ship had been putting out. He couldn’t afford to have the Infinite Empire find him because he was too close.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Energy stored down below the surface was running low and what reserve power remained sent out a short range distress signal. Shortly afterwards what systems were still being powered began to be activated to begin waking the occupants. Those occupants were all but dead inside, many systems having failed long ago and leaving preserved corpses resting in their shells, others which had gained leaks were decayed and left a terrible scent hanging for eternity in the hull of the metal monster. When the seal broke on the final container, the hissing of released air provided a positive sound. The sensors beside it blinking with the slowly awakening heartbeat of the ancient alien within. That beeping sound dominated the chamber as the slow sound of lights coming to life around followed shortly with heavy clicks; sparks sent flying from decayed mounts as the emergency lights were turning off as the main power of the ship was coming back on as the beast was preparing to bellow its final breaths.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Hours passed as the systems were pumping life back into the near death creature. His fingers shifting beneath the glass as senses were starting to return to him. Touch was the first that came back to him as he could feel the cool air across his skin, long talons shifting as he could feel the restraints were no longer hugging across his entire body. He didn’t dare to open his eyes yet, they felt far too heavy and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that. The following sensation was hearing as those beeps sounded like cannons firing to his side, over, and over, and over again. It became deafening as he was trapped in that tube. No other senses mattered as his hands moved quickly, banging up against the glass with the back of them as it was much closer to him than he had expected. He needed to get out! There was fighting going on! The scent of death was implanted in his brain from fights eons ago but now it smelled so fresh and potent, he was certain he was on the battlefield! Instead of being out there with his brothers, Torjesgo was trapped in this box as cannons roared in seemingly every direction. His semi-mobile ears shifting on his head as his hands pulled back and banged against the glass. Lungs felt like they were on fire as his breaths were coming in heavier gulps than they should have after waking so quickly, blood running from his ears at the painful change in pressure his body was going through.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Voice calling out in a long dead language to be released from his tomb. The grave that was threatening to take him if he couldn’t get out. He felt trapped, cannons rumbling, and the smell of his comrades dead across the ground around him. He could hear the Rakata coming, hear their terrible weapons of war, their fear inducing language, and he could see their teeth bloody with the flesh of his kin. It was too much, he needed to get out, he needed to get out now! His eyes, heavy as can be, finally opened to a blinding light, forcing them closed again as he could feel tears quickly filling them from how impossibly bright that had been! Everything hurt on his body, his soul hurt as he could hear his people being killed around him while his fists banged against the glass in front of him. The unforgiving material controlled by a timer that wasn’t supposed to release him until his body had adjusted. The feeder needles in his body, the tubes attached to him, all becoming tangled and pulled out of his form as he thrashed about in his self-made prison.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“[You will release me!]” He barked as loud as he could, feeling blood in his throat from how dry his body was and how painful such a shout had been. The Garani’s legs still restrained as his hands pummeled that glass before the machine finally relented, his fists pushing it along faster with as much might as he could. His gaze fluttering painfully as he tried to see anything around him, hands moving to untie the straps on his legs. The beast was alive, but when his eyes opened he couldn’t see anything but his homeworld. The underground caves that he had lived in his entire life, the people around them as they fended off another assault by the Infinite Empire. The destruction everywhere as people fled in chaos.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]There was nowhere for him to go, he was trapped and he was going to die in these caves! Stepping out of the container, he wasn’t anticipating the harsh angle that the ship was at and when his second foot was in the air, he went crashing down to the floor. Cries of agony coming from the alien as his limbs refused to respond with the speed they were supposed to in order to catch himself. Body crumpled on the floor for minutes as the scents of the long dead and stale air washed across him, the sounds of cannons dying out and creating a dull humming sound as the reading tubes were no longer attached and the empty chamber was reading a flat line.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]His eyes opened once more and the caves were gone, before him was all that remained of his civilization. It was a room of corpses, he didn’t even need to move to know, the smell said it all and the complete lack of light from the other chambers. The Garani dropped down onto his side and laid his arm underneath his head and wept.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Hours passed before he was on the move again, self-pity wouldn’t save him. He needed to find a way to get a message out or he would become like the rest of the bodies here. His gaze was bloodshot and he made a point to avoid looking into the chambers and instead looking just at the readings to see if they were alive or not. No one was, nothing was alive on this ship with him. He was alone after an unknown number of years, and he was trying to move with limbs that didn’t want to listen to his commands at the appropriate speed. Torjesgo wandered to the controls to try and figure out how he could get out of this ship. Emergency exits were weakly lit after all these years, but he was more focused on grabbing a suit and helmet so he could step outside into an unknown atmosphere. He wasn’t an astronaut; this was all outside of what he knew. There were supposed to be people here to direct them in how to proceed to a new planet! The Garani shook his head before he moved into panicking again, he needed to get out of here first and then he could panic. When he got to one of the exits, he smashed the emergency glass with his elbow, absorbing the pain into the rest of his form as he didn’t believe his body could hurt any more than it already was.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Torjesgo grabbed out the suit and was quick to slide into it, careful around his talons as he pulled the skin tight material to his form. A series of growls from him as it was a little tight on him but he needed it to survive so he figured this was the least of all the pains that he was feeling right now. The helmet was pulled on next as well as the oxygen recycler for his back as he pulled that on and plugged the tube into the underside of his helmet. Once he was suited up, he moved to the door. Smashing the button to get it to open, the door creaked and started to shift as he took a few steps back. He took a quick sidestep and grabbed up a slugthrower in case there was something hostile there, waiting in eager anticipation as the door was creaking as badly as it could be while starting to open. His eyes narrowing to try and get a better sight before he saw…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Dirt. Lots of dirt. Golden gaze fluttered with surprise at that as he looked around as though this had to be a joke. A series of curses in his native tongue as he looked at the way the ship was angled before heading up it as best as he could to try more doors. It was another few hours before he found a door that as it opened, he could see light coming through. That got the Garani holding the slugthrower at the ready once more as more and more of the door opened to reveal the heavy layers of branches that were in front of him. Insects of nearly impossible size and small rodents sent scattering, while winged creatures were shooting away from the opening door. A look of disbelief on his features at how he was going to get past all this brush. The oxygen reader on his wrist told him that he had plenty of air and as he turned it over, it appeared to be pretty sure that the planet’s air would be safe for him to breath. Even still, he wasn’t going to take his outfit off until he got past some of those insects. The last thing he wanted was to get out of his tomb and to die a slow and painful death from some toxin.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]He disappeared into the hull to grab a steel handled shovel and went to town attacking that brush to try and get out of this ship. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]The ancient blade crashed into the vines for hours as he worked to chop his way to freedom. He didn’t need a huge hole, just enough to slide himself through and to be able to find once more in order to return into the hold of the ship as he tried to get some bearings as to where he was. Whether the oxygen gauge on his wrist was accurate about not needing the mask or not, he was happy to have the protective shielding while splinters and bug remains were flying about. It was a tiring exercise for muscles that haven’t moved in an eternity, but it provided a way to vent the images and frustrations from his mind. Torjesgo’s body, even fueled with that pain, was not able to keep up the pace he wanted and he was forced to take multiple rests over the hour before he was able to break through enough that he could push the enormous vines out of the way. Taloned fingers were nowhere near as effective at gripping when they were sealed up in the space suit and he felt his grasp slip more than once before he was pushing through and emerging from the spread vines.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]When the brightness of the actual sun hit his visor, the Garani was forced to turn away and to let his eyes try and adjust to what was happening. His brain, already overloaded from too much information, was slow to comprehend the images that he was picking up as he could see no sign of a starship being at the location he was resting in. The alien’s heart torn as to the paths he was to take here, if his people had survived in some other way then the beacon that was going off couldn’t risk being discovered by the Infinite Empire and he wouldn’t allow the bodies of his kind to become another meal for those monsters. On the other hand, he didn’t want to destroy what he knew was safety from whatever this world might house. His hands remained holding the vines across for another moment of thought while his gaze was dancing across the wildlife that was moving around in the lush greenery around him. While it didn’t look dangerous, he was quite certain that there would be plenty of predatory species on this planet though from his experiences he couldn’t imagine anything as horrible as the Rakata.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Torjesgo stepped back into the belly of the starship and let the vines close back down. He needed supplies and other materials before he would set the ship to self-destruct. He grabbed up two duffel bags and stuffed them with two more space suits, basic clothes, and a few more magazines stashed between the fabrics. The second bag was filled with food and medical equipment, while a backpack was gathered with basic survival gear. Those three things were left by the door as he made another run through the readings of the chambers to make sure he wasn’t missing that someone was alive! It ended up being a poor decision as he was seeing too many names of friends that he had known and they were nothing more that entombed corpses. His progression towards getting off the ship was slowed because of it as he ended up breaking down once more and trying to come to grips with what was happening.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]The Garani was cried out and he knew that he was just leaving a big marker on a map for someone to come and get his people. So his pace quickened and he got to the controls to start initiating the self-destruction of the vessel. There wasn’t any turning back as he finished pulling the necessary controls to set the core to melt itself down and destroy the ship. His fingers stayed wrapped around the controls as he looked at the timer while it counted down. It was possible that he could just end it right here and now and never have to worry about the Rakata or needing to survive; nothing. The pain and agony could all go away in one explosion, he could even watch the countdown to the precise moment it would happen.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]That thought was answered with a shake of his head as he knew it was possible there would be others out there and the uncertainty of just what the afterlife would be. He held his religious belief firmly, but that didn’t stop him from having that hesitation and the realization that it could pose an issue if he committed suicide. A quick shake of his head as he peeled his fingers from the lever and turned to depart from the vessel. He grabbed up the bags, checked his firearm, and pushed through the vines again.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]There was no great monster waiting to devour him as he stepped out, instead he faced the issue of the height of his position. He didn’t think anything would break from the fall but he didn’t know how sturdy the ground was going to be. He knew he couldn’t stay where he was, so he swung around, took a grasp on the vines and started to slide himself down as best as he could manage. His feet ended up smacking onto the ground harder that he had wanted but the ground held and he was able to stagger over a few branches to get to a relatively flat area before putting his things down for a breath. Torjesgo’s lungs were pounding up and down quickly as this all felt so very alien all of a sudden. Everything that had happened seemed to be hitting him again. This was his first time on any terrain that wasn’t Garan and it suddenly felt that much more intimidating because of it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]This planet appeared to have some sort of sentient creature on it. Sentient only because he had seen that they had a variety of weapons ranging from spears to what appeared to be some form of firearms. The Garani didn’t try to intervene with them and instead avoided them as best as he could. Keeping his form low, and grateful that the spacesuit hid his exotic coloring, Torjesgo kept quiet and hidden in the brush. His vibrant yellow gaze narrowed as one of them stopped. The claws on his fingers visible in the shape of the bodysuit as it was made to stretch depending on the individual Garani’s claw length, said claws were depressed along the hammer of the weapon and cocked it back. The feeling of the trigger tensing against his fingers as he was ready to down the little chubby thing without a second thought. Anything that wasn’t of his own kind could be a slave to the Infinite Empire and he wasn’t going to take the chance of anyone trying to take him alive.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]As the things seemed to get further away, the one fuzzy creature stayed behind and seemed to move to take a seat. A sentry perhaps? Just a lazy little thing? He didn’t know and he didn’t care too much, but he needed to keep moving and he couldn’t while the thing was sitting there and watching the area. Torjesgo’s teeth were curled back in more than minor irritation as he only had an hour to get away from the ship and certainly didn’t want to waste time by being pinned down by what looked like some sort of fuzzy toy that he had seen children with before he left Garan. He cursed at it under his breath in his alien tongue as the thing didn’t look like it was going to be leaving any time soon. Head turned from side to side as he didn’t know what other option he really had. At this point it was going to turn into a potential shootout. Not with the one that was there but with any of the other ones that may be nearby.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Torjesgo bought the AE3 up and popped the stock back to rest firmly into his shoulder. It wasn’t a long shot but he didn’t want to give this thing any chance to call for help. He took a few breaths to steady himself and brought the little fuzzy thing’s face into the iron sights. When the shot was squeezed out, he watched the head whip back from the brown furred beast before he went over backwards from where it was sitting. The report echoed out through the woods before he was flipping the safety back on and getting ready to move on, he wasn’t going to wait around and let them come back and search for what happened. The Garani leaped up and took off in the direction that he had planned on going. His feet carried him quickly as he needed to put distance between himself and the signal that the ship had been putting out. He couldn’t afford to have the Infinite Empire find him because he was too close.[/SIZE]