The Liberator
The reports that Jhi had provided her with were extensive. Eight mandalorians killed in the last week on the same scouting path that skirted the edge of the wastes, each attack, the beast hadn't killed them outright. Instead, it had simply left them for dead, to be found by the next scout. every single one had made it back to Keldabe hospital and died there. It was killing for sport, not food. And every attack drew it closer and closer to Keldabe City. Mia had no description, for they were never any sightings, nor were the victims ever in any state to speak by the time they arrived.
What she did have, were educated guesses. The spread of the claws attacks that had cut through beskar like butter and the shape and pattern of bites told her it was a hound of some description. Big enough, to pick up a full grown mandalorian in beskargam and shake him like a toy. That couple with the odd track that had been found put it at a guess around five to six feet at its shoulder. But there was an anomaly she hadn't quite figured out. Two of the victims had no claw or bite wounds, instead they had gaping puncture wounds and traces of poison had paralysed them.
She traipsed through the Iron home, Ijaat's stronghold and their home, tracking down the Novanian Shaman, finding her in quarters Ijaat had set aside, tossing her the datapad with the reports to catch her up to speed. "Gear up, we're going hunting."
Less than an hour later, they were dropped by a patrol craft at the site of the last attack.
Elise Ahana-Gwyneira
What she did have, were educated guesses. The spread of the claws attacks that had cut through beskar like butter and the shape and pattern of bites told her it was a hound of some description. Big enough, to pick up a full grown mandalorian in beskargam and shake him like a toy. That couple with the odd track that had been found put it at a guess around five to six feet at its shoulder. But there was an anomaly she hadn't quite figured out. Two of the victims had no claw or bite wounds, instead they had gaping puncture wounds and traces of poison had paralysed them.
She traipsed through the Iron home, Ijaat's stronghold and their home, tracking down the Novanian Shaman, finding her in quarters Ijaat had set aside, tossing her the datapad with the reports to catch her up to speed. "Gear up, we're going hunting."
Less than an hour later, they were dropped by a patrol craft at the site of the last attack.
