Wild Hunt- Mandalorians Welcome

[Oya Skirata]

di’kutia. Only a fool would go for a scenic hunt on Dxun. Of course Oya was no fool, well sometimes he made a fool of himself of course, had to live up to his own name. It was a similar foolishness that had lead to what some would call his current foolish situation. Oya had been drinking laughing and generally living up to his name, somewhere in between bragging about how he had gotten his name, of which the story changed each time he told it. In that version of events he was saying he had gotten the name after being lucky enough tto survive his boyhood Trial Hunt on Dxun with nothing but a bow and arrow. Someone had called him di’kutia, then hu’tuunia. That was a challenge he couldn’t let slide. A brawl erupted, only the customs of guest right, caused a pause in the scuffle. A contest was suggested. It had almost turned into a duel in The Circle. The call Oya went out, at first he thought they were just saying his name, before the chant spread through.


“Oya! Oya!. Let’s hunt.”

Which is how Oya himself wound up here.


Oya approached cautiously, watching every step, every movement, every breath, looking for the slight differences in the shades of green, that could be his only warning of an impending attack. Each step could mean his last, or even worst his last ones on two legs. There were things in this jungle that could rip him in half that not even the best cybernetic surgeons in the galaxy could fix. Though Oya couldn’t imagine enjoying life as barely human clanker.

On a hunt like this though, best to be armed to the teeth. Blaster Rifle, two Side arms half a dozen grenades, a kal in his book and a kad on his back. Oya had repainted his armour to be close to camouflage. While still wearing his own personal colours, in the colour code of Mando armour. Dull green, orangey brown, and dark blue. Combined with some bush plants. It made him difficult to spot.

Oya climbed a nearby hill, on the hill climbing the highest tree he could find, once at the top he settled in to a comfortable perch scanning a 360 degree arc for any signs of life.

 

[Kovhorn]

Kovhorn walked through the forest, slowly. His helmet showed him every direction. All he had to do, was keep walking. He didn't like having to deal with the forests. But it was the only way to get to the open ground without risking his ship. He had come to the planet cloaked, as common, and hidden his ship among foil-age. His armor was not light, his weapon was not light, or small. That meant walking had to be done at a pace he wasn't super happy about. But he was used to it.

He should be headed in the direction of a more open area near a hill, not big enough to be a mountain, but bigger than it should be called a hill. Somewhere worthwhile beasts were more likely to be located. He had fought great creatures before. Lost his legs in one case, but that battle had also resulted in him creating his new Beskar'gam using part of its hide.

And so, he continued to walk. These creatures may or may not be comparable to the dragon. But they were still worthwhile. He wanted to remind himself of the challenge it was to beat creatures like this. If it was too easy to kill one, then he'd be tempted to tame it. He heard once that a long time ago Mandalorians had done that to some beasts.

However, given the size of them...he doubted he'd be able to actually accomplish something like that.

Regardless. Soon he might find out he was not alone, or else, someone else would find out that they were not alone

Oya Skirata


RT-97C Heavy Blaster Rifle
Dragon-beskargam
2 BSB (Blackmoor Sonic Blaster) on hsi sides
Beskad
Extra ammo.