This is my Home, even if it is a Slimy Mud-hole (Skosk)

[Harrip]

Taris​

Old Sewers Area​

Harrip Far:​

Currently trying to rediscover his pack​

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Home. That was where Harrip was. Though in truth it was not his home, it was the closest he had to it. His real home was Dromund Kaas in the year 4739 BBY. Of course he could never go back. Time travel was all but impossible. Right now Harrip wished more than anything that he could go back. All the people he had known, the masters he had served. It was truly a disturbing thought that he should be here now when he should have died many many years ago. Why had he survived while all else died? His master had corrupted him, Harrip was no longer a the human he had once been. Now he stood on the surface of the planet where it had started. A Rakghoul bite, that was all it took. And now he was a wanderer throughout the galaxy, with few people even aware of his existence. At least that hadn't changed, still he was unknown. He wished now that he could be some other alien, for that would be better than the torment of a Rakghoul's mind that he was trapped in. He had no way of truly communicating what went on in the mind that was not truly his. The horrors, the nightmares he was often tortured with, and insidious Rakghoul instincts. He hated it all.

Yet now, he was not thinking of the past, or at least not that far back. At this point he was trying to locate the remnants of what would have been his pack. During his time on Taris for so long, Harrip had become an alpha Rakghoul, leading many others. It was one of the few things that most interested him, the ability to understand the Rakghouls, to communicate. Something that only he knew, or at least he believed he was the only one. He had return home partly to reconnect, but then to run. For he had made an enemy not that that was new. But this one was different, Harrip hadn't done anything but he was being hunted now. The man he had learned of was a game hunter who had particular interest in large game. He was sure that the hunter would pay large credits to those who could capture Harrip and bring him to the hunter. That was the reason for recreating his pack. If he controlled his pack again, then any people who tried to find him would be killed. However until now he had seen no Rakghouls, he was searching the lower levels for any possible survivors.

@Skosk Fett

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Harrip"]
Skosk was hired to track one individual in particular, Harrip, a rakghoul with a human like mind. Something that was very rare, and a being that was very dangerous. The, huge, mountain of muscle, patrolled the sewers, apparently this was his last known location, clues were being searched for. Thank manda the mercenary had night vision, it was pitch black dark, an advantage that was taken away with his helmets ability. The tunnels where quite, the green tank would continue going farther into the depths under the planets surface, very few living things were down where he was. It was a smart idea not to take his son on this endeavor, he was not ready to face an enemy like the rakghoul, he had to make sure to protect his arms as well. This was the only weak spot, that his enemy could strike at, while he had a vaccine injected into him upon his joining of the mandalorians. It would not be smart to take the ferocious strike, or bite of one. Because the mandalorian, was so deep underground, he could not take his grenade launcher, he would have to rely on his ,old fashioned, heavy repeater. Obviously, the soldier of fortune would not aim to kill, but he would not put his setting to stun, he was not that stupid after all, he would most likely be dealing with other runts as decoys, who would need to be killed, in such a smelly place.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip was moving as quickly as he could, easily being able to outrun most humans. Where were the others? There had been so many last time he had been here. So many Rakghouls, so much destruction, where had it all gone? Was he now the last man of his time and his species? Was he now part of an extinct breed? Now he would have to actually care for his body, or maybe just destroy it. Why? Why had he been chosen? Why had that Sith decided him to be the one? Blast him, the Sith, and this blasted Galaxy. Was Fate so cruel? Truly who could he speak to now? None could truly understand, for he was the only thing in existence that he knew was like him. Why had the Force, or Fate, or whatever blasted controller of the Fates, done this to him? He had never asked for much, he had never complained too much before? But what now? His new form was an abomination of nature, something completely tainted and corrupted. He was no longer a being of this galaxy. He was a monster.

With these thoughts in mind Harrip slowed and sat on the side of the sewer. He felt his mind burning with anger and rage. These emotions were unsafe anywhere for him, but especially here. Taris had once been the world or Rakghouls, now he was on it and if he became emotionally unstable he may lose command of this body. He may become for a time the true monster that always lurked within him. The Rakghoul conscious was a Nexu waiting for one slip up on Harrip's part to take over. He hated that part of his mind telling him this, for he knew it already. He didn't need the analytical part telling him what could happen. It made him only angrier to think of that and this did not help. He was sure there was someone looking for him, it was always a certainty, but he cared little. Any who hunter him would be beaten, for a Rakghoul's strength could match any creature's. He couldn't stay focused enough to actually listen or smell for anyone, his mind hurt and he held his head in his hands as he waited for these thoughts to disappear....or himself to die.

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Harrip"]

The zabrak seemed to be on the rakghouls trail, within the smelly waters, the deeper he went to the sewers, he saw prints, they were fresh. Skosk was on high alert now, he checked his corners, left and right, swinging his repeater at the sound of a small noise. The giant was close, his finger on the trigger, he was not afraid, not at all. The mercenary just had his senses heightened, he needed to survive if he was going to get paid for this. His mandalorian armor, reeked of his scent, this was the plan, to draw them to him, so he could eliminate his targets quickly. He called out " Hello Harrip, judging by your tracks you are close. I will only give you this one chance to show yourself, if you do not. I will collapse the entire area, trapping us both in here to our deaths!" . This was obviously a bluff, but judging how this sewer worked, he was telling the truth, if the underground collapsed the both of them would be screwed.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip was snapped out of his reverie by a voice. At first he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him. Then the hunter came to mind. No it couldn't be him. A bounty hunter. Yes. He didn't truly listen until the last words. He grinned to himself a tiny bit, trapped to their deaths. That didn't sound so bad. Maybe he should just stay hidden, let him blow the area down on top of them. He would finally be rid of this infernal body and its demented torments. But no, awaken from that drowsy stupor. Your wits have left you, you fool. You have so much you could do, don't lose hope to quickly. Get up, show him who you are.

Harrip stood, quickly smelling the overpowering scent of the hunter as he neared. Harrip replied, "Death is here, whether you are aware of its presence or not." It seemed to be a pointless sentence, but to him it meant much. He knew death and it gave him no fear. He could guess that the man had some sort of way of seeing down in the darkness which meant that surprise attacks were out of the question. Well maybe not, Harrip thought to himself as he stood and used his claws to climb the curved walls. The claws found small holds in the wall that otherwise would have gone unnoticed. He was able to climb to near the ceiling, there he would wait and jump his opponent. Hopefully that would give him an advantage. Maybe if he knocked out the enemies way of vision then he may be able to blind him in the dark.

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

Skosk, had scoffed at the idea of a threat coming from his target, did they really all say the same thing? This was a rather typical threat he got, did it ever happen, no, the brute chose his own fate. Without further due, knowing that his enemy was close, he had his eyes about, he turned to where the sentence came from. It was a narrow tunnel with high ceilings, the giant would have to make a choice, go where his enemy most likely waited, with only his Beskar knuckles as a close quarters weapon, and his brute strength. Or, did Skosk simply flush his opponent out, with his weapon? Would this be enough for his huge body , to fight, in such a small space, even now, in this tense moment, Skosk laughed.


His Spartan like attitude allowed it, how it was funny to the mercenary, that, him being in such extreme shape, and size would actually hinder him of something. Brutish tactic's would be needed, the mandalorian shot a multitude of blasts into the tunnel, in hopes of fleshing out any ambushers. With years of being a soldier of fortune, many situations had been similar when he went hunting, many of the targets thought the sewer was safer. When in fact, it was a death trap, there was nowhere for someone to run, there vision was hindered unless you had the equipment like Skosk, it smelled, and it was hard to make a defense. This was because, cold hearted brutes, like Fett, could simply, wait out his opponent, or flush them out, which is what he decided to do. His body, rotated side to side as he continued firing into the tunnel, he needed to find out were this rakghoul was, he obviously was not stand within the tunnel. Was he laying down, or was he up on the ceiling? Another possibility was that the rakghoul was crouching, hence, why, he needed to analyze the situation better, before moving in.

[member="Harrip"]

 

[Harrip]

Harrip Far watched as the blaster fire was sent from the position that his enemy was in. Bad move, giving away a position is never intelligent in such close quarters.... especially when facing a Rakghoul. He wondered if his statement before had been taken wrongly, it had not meant to be a threat. It was a statement and to Harrip it was completely true. He wondered if the bounty hunter had even thought through that action, maybe maybe not. Either way, Harrip would take advantage of it, he knew exactly where this enemy was. He thought maybe of just walking to him and surrendering, then he could die to the hunter and have it all over with. Death would accept him as it had before....

As he thought this a madness crept into his mind, of course it accepted you before, you had died in a mighty struggle. Not so if you are hunted, fight now and go out as you did before. These thoughts made no tactical sense and were the thoughts of the Rakghoul mind, but Harrip felt them to be true. He would have to fight before death, the man obviously didn't have a stun weapon, or so he guessed, and would therefore be forced to kill the Rakghoul if needed. And Harrip would make sure it was needed.

Taking a single swing, he released his grip on the wall and ceiling. He flung himself directly at where he had seen the blaster fire come from. He put a single clawed hand in front and held the other a fist at his side. He would hit the man and then strike hard. He stayed silent, allowing himself to feel the rage of battle slowly drag away his thoughts of empty worlds.

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Harrip"]

The strike connected, the beast was on him, this was to be expected. It did not hurt the brute, but it did , allow his enemy to latch on . Skosk was now in another tussle, something that many did not prefer, but it seemed both these combatants enjoyed it. The wrestler attempted to, with his right shoulder, slam the his opponents head to the ground. With a rotating movement, his hips moved out of his right shoulders way, which held the awkwardly latched on beast, if Harrip did not react, he would have a massive concussion. It seemed his plans where going well, even if his armor was taking some scratch's in the process, it did its job. The fight still seemed in the balance, the mercenary could not lose, still the fighter was emotionless, there was no fear, just determination. The bulky, muscular, giant would have no use of his repeater in these tight quarters, they would fight.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip was caught only slightly off-guard by the sudden movement. His Rakghoul instincts had been prepared for any attack that could be made in hand to hand combat. Now Harrip's strength would shine, for no human could match a Rakghoul for strength and that was all that he cared for. What could this man do to defeat Harrip now? Surely the man was aware of the abomination he was facing. He swung wildly, what metal his claws struck would break under his powerful strikes. His mind was now a gale of emotions. There were no thoughts, just solid emotions colliding and smashing. His anger was the prominent. It stood above all else, deafening all voices in his skull. He could feel it drowning all else. He was not angry at this man.....No.....It was the galaxy as a whole that his anger burned against. Fate, Force, whatever it could be called had done this to him and for that the galaxy would pay.

[member="Skosk Fett"]