Through the Threshold

[Nate Phantoms]

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It had been a few weeks after the long period of training under the watchful eye of [member="Daxton Bane"], to which he had been told about a spiritually influenced dream, one where he would find out what his spirit animal was. Fortunately, one was a Firaxan shark, while the other was a Kryat Dragon. Not so lucky however, was the fact that the certain shark he had to kill was rather large, it's body dwarfing him. After consulting a few experts on the species, he realized how dangerous this one actually was.​

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Normally, the beasts were Orange and white, his was dark red and grey, and almost three times the average size of a normal Firaxa.​

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Manaan​

Water, everywhere. It was just like in his dream, deep blue waves beneath his ship, the world wasn't perfect after all the sieges and industrial influx, but it had managed to become somewhat what it once was, clear water and crisp air.

Upon entering the planet's atmosphere, he was encountered by a few Salkath's, most just asking what he was there for. Upon telling them that he was here to hunt for his spirit animal, they grew weary of him, as Firaxa were the only real specimen to be prey upon. Once he assured them of his intent, they weren't as hostile, and they invited him with them on their usual search for a type of plant that was needed.

Loving water, he would have stripped down to a full body wetsuit, only he let the sleeves and upper body section off, the arms hanging loose at his waist. Being completely confident in his co pilot's ability to maintain his ship, he dove from the edge of his hanger, a pretty far drop too, and the natives below him all gave an gasp as he plummeted down into the cold water.

Adrenaline surged through his body as he tightened his utility belt, his newly modified lightsabers resting against his thigh. Treading water, he flashed the natives a grin, as they were still in awe that this off-worlder had just jumped from a perfectly good ship, wearing no type of protection either.

"What? I just... really like water."

 

[Nate Phantoms]

To his knowledge, the Salkath had underwater cities, pods to be exact. Yet, as he was an outsider, he wasn't welcomed anywhere near. Luckily, Sinnux, the leader of the group he was with had offered a deal, saying that if Nate helped with the gathering of the plant they needed, and some other things, he would be exempt to to the 'no outsider policy'.

Instantly agreeing, he was soon swimming rather quickly through the water, his long arms letting him glide after the somewhat superior swimmers. The sun reflecting off his black mirrored goggles, which were extremely helpful as waves always came crashing down over the group. Setting him self on autopilot, he let his mind roam. If it wasn't for his mother, he wouldn't have ever found his love for water, hence his speciality when shaping elements.

Hearing the sound of Sinnux call out, he spun over onto his stomach, water lapping at his chin as he stressed water with the other's. "You sure you can keep us with us down there human?" Raising an eyebrow, he would scoff at the Salkath. "Are you going to be able to keep up with me?" That apparently was amusing to them, as they all erupted in laughter. Looking from one to the other, he tried to figure out what made them laugh. Fortunately, as if on cue, they all dove under the surface, leaving him alone for about six seconds. "Cheating bastards." Taking a deep breath, he too was soon flying through the water, the headlights of the group giving him a clear path to the reef in the moment of darkness.

Not having any lights of his own, he ignited his saber, Orange light emanating from him like he was a glowstick. Running his hands through the lush plant growth, he was soon picking the plant, the deep green leaves filling up the canister he was given. After he had filled the canister to the brim, he was tapped on the shoulder, which wasn't a very good thing to do. Hunter reflexes kicking in, he spun around, saber coming in a fast arc of orange death at... Sinnux? Deactivating the blade right before It could sever his newfound friends head from his body, he let loose all of his tension, giving him a 'I'm sorry grin'.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

After proving his swim abilities and his trustworthiness, the natives agreed to help him in his quest, telling him very useful information on the Fixera. "So your telling me that I'll have to swim father than 16 meters under water to find these damn things? I'm only human, remember? I'll fethin' implode!" His remark earned him some snickers, as if they didn't believe it.

Soon, he was given a respirator, and was told that he should probably zip up his wetsuit all the way. Listening, he would soon be covered in all black rubber, the skin tight suit offering some protection against the brisk waves. Upon the word, he dove underneath the surface, following close behind the natives, who swam at a fast pace, their lights illuminating a oath through the ever disappearing sunlight. Fish and the such swam past, all giving him and his glowing orange rod a wide berth. Fortunately, they were soon in what was know as "Fixri hevanos", or Fixra Haven.

The plant life down here was much thinner, the leaves a dark purple color, and swimming among those leaves were non other than the Fixra. They looked much different in the diagrams, the artist really forgot about the teeth, and the eyes....and the overall intimidating shape of the beast. A flash of white caught his attention, as he saw an all white shark circle around the group, it's crimson eyes locked onto them. Holding out his lightsaber, he would prepare himself for a confrontation, untill the shark backed off, as if it was avoiding something.

Unsure as to what just happened, he would turn around, meeting eyes with a shark much larger than the one he just saw, one that was grey and red... His Fixra was starring him in the face, it's massive jaws open slightly, showing off rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth.

Feth.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

The next 30 seconds were incredibly slow; mainly due to the fact that he had to try and pry himself from the sharks jaw, it's many razor sharp teeth embedded deeply into his thigh. He knew that if he didn't mange to get out he'd loose a limb. Not being able to reach his saber, he did what he could and punched the creature in the eye. Immediately, the creature wrenching it's head to the side, sending him spiraling through the water, his thigh mutilated. Luckily, his enhancements stop the profuse blood flow, but it would take a while longer before the pain subsided.

Unfortunately, the shark had no intention of waiting for him, and it cam back from behind, it's jaw open wide. Being taking back, he had to prevent those razor sharp teeth from clamping down on his neck, staring as he held the Fixra's jaws, desperately trying to survive the encounter. Now at least able to reach his saber, he pulled the black hilt off his belt, only to have his back slammed into a reef, the sharp surface tearing his back to shreds. Igniting the Orange blade, he swung his arm at a downward stroke hoping to sever the creatures head, but he came up short as he felt its teeth sink into his flank, most of his body inside the jaw of the massive shark.

Slipping his hand beside his leg that was almost down the throat of the beast, he tightened his grip, not wanting loose his saber. Then, an idea came to mind. A horrible one, but he was currently half swallowed, so it couldn't get much worse than that.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

In the span of two minutes, the shark had managed to let go of him, letting his body smash against the corals. It was at this point however, that he had lost a severe amount of blood, which only aggravated the sharks even more, their gnashing jaws a sign of that. Holding onto the reef behind him, he would search through the dark water, the only light coming from his saber, but the faint light from the others could be seen, a few hundred meters afar.

Slowly treading his way through the water, the distance would eventually decrease, the siloutes of the others now clearly visible.They clearly had done this before, as they were armed with heavy harpoons, long, dangerous weapons that were much better for such engagements. Now fully healed, he swam faster st the trio, waving his saber to signal that he was there so he himself wouldn't get speared. It was then however, that his shark decided to show up again. But this time, he was prepared. Grasping hold of a harpoon, he swung it around his body, turning at just the right time to have the shark meet with the razor sharp end. Of course, the momentum from which the shark had from swimming at top speed colliding with the smaller frame of Nate, wasn't exactly what he planned. Being thrown backward, the handle still wrapped firmly around his waist, he was dragged along with the now extremely upset shark, blood pooling out into the water around them.

The damn thing would not die, but either would he, so he decided to quickly end the ordeal, pulling his knife from its sheath, he swung his weight forward, shoving the point of the blade into the sharks spiracle, which apparently only classified as a flesh wound to the beast. Now determinant on killing the thing, he heaved himself onto the sharks back using the lodged knife as leverage, reaching for his saber, careful not to lose it as the shark jerked violently. Having only a split second to act, he pressed the saber against the sharks skull, activating the blade immediately. Snap-Hiss. The effect was instant, as the blade traveled right through the Fixra's brain, killing it, in contrast to the long amount of time it took to even get close to that point. The shark faltered for a moment, then dropped to the bay floor, dust and sand billowing around them in the water. Relaxing visibly, he would turn, looking back at the remaining members of his group, all smiling at him, admiring his kill.

One down, one more to go. [member="Daxton Bane"] would hopefully be pleased with them both.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

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Tatooine​

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After successfully bagging one of the more ferocious creatures he had ever seen, he was on his way to kill and even larger foe. A Krayt Dragon apparently, a very old one at that, despite the fact that it was constantly on the offense, attacking anything that drew too close. Trudging through the sand, he pulled his face mask up, a pair of reflective goggles protecting his eyes from the swirling sand.

Matching tan military fatigues were tossed in the bag slung over his shoulder, his shirtless torso glistening in the descending sun. On the bright side, he would have a killer tan. Or maybe skin cancer. But alas, it would all pay off soon enough.

Coming to a stop, he looked down the sand bank below him. In the distance, a series of large rock outcrops were visible, his destination.

Hopefully.

Looking around, he searched for something for his to use as a improvised hover board or something along those lines. Finding a thin but large piece of rock, he managed to shatter it into smaller pieces with his rifle, soon sliding down the dune atop his makeshift sand board.