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"Can't believe I had the guts to come here."Incidentally, it didn't matter where Rathe went at all. He was a dead man no matter what, and it was because he wasn't careful enough about his identity. On this planet, at least he wasn't being chastised or worse, killed. Would those meddling law enforcers dare follow him to such an ominous, spine chilling place?
The member of Lethality had abandoned his ship after landing, to scope out the planet he landed on. Rathe wasn't familiar at all with the stories about The Reaching Darkness. The sight of it definitely gave him the creeps, though. Seeing that there was no sign of life, he felt he shouldn't wander any longer. This planet was uncomfortably cold, and he swore he could hear something growl...
With his hands in his pockets, Rathe walked back to his ship. Although he put his brotherhood in danger, he needed to alert them of his location so they knew he was still alive. Hopefully he could contact someone from all the way out here.
Something caught his attention, then. A human shape was sitting in the driver's seat of his vehicle. Rathe picked up his pace and reached for his weapon, ready to strike this person down if they were a thief.
"Hello!?"
No response.
"... Hello!?" Rathe inches closer to the silent stranger. Whoever it was, they were wearing a tattered cloak with pants that had several holes, and no shoes. Horror then lit up his eyes, as the person falls from the seat and immediately reaches out of Rathe's leg, grasping it as tightly as possible.
Terrified, he shakes his leg to try and free it from the clutches of this putrid being. The skin seemed to be decaying and there was no colour in the skin. One of its legs looked to be severely damaged, too. Dried up blood colored the pants where there was rotting skin and a broken bone.
When he got his gun aimed at the monster, Rathe was bit on the ankle by his attacker. While he yelled in pain, he pulled the trigger, sending a laser through its head. As its hand loosened around his leg, he kicked off the corpse and instantly fell to the ground, pulling up his pant leg to examine the wound he'd just received. From where he sat, he shot again and again at the body and kicked at it to put reasonable distance between the two of them. No matter how much he tried, it still moaned at him and tried to reach out for him.
He felt exhausted now, for some reason. Grimacing, he leaned back against his ship and shut his eyes, suddenly feeling ill. His ankle was a grotesque mix of red, black and blue, as if bleeding and bruised all at once. The universe was spinning now, making his stomach feel sick. All he could do was sit there until the sick feelings wore off. If they ever would...
"Don't... Come... Near me..." Following his weakly spoken words, he turns his head to look at his undead foe, who was twitching on the ground in an attempt to get back up. Rathe's shaking hand raises his blaster to point it at his attacker, should it come any closer. By now, he'd completely forgotten about the bounty hunters. He just wanted to live.
Yasod face wore a grimace. It was his "work frown". He sat his massive frame solidly in the pilot's seat of a heavily modified YT-1300. He had heard the name the locals had given the planet, the "Reaching Darkness". How it swallowed up those who landed or even came near it. How nothing grew there and life refused to take hold. Some magic nonsense. He wouldn't put up with that business, no matter how funny it was. He grunted ever so slightly, it was good to let yourself laugh from time to time. It kept you young.
Because of his cyber brain and Erisi's own enhancements, Yasod merely thought of Erisi and a direct comm link opened to her. "We're almost there. T minus eight minutes. Don't be late."
Yasod was bored enough to fake letting out a sigh. This contract was very likely the most annoying one he'd ever taken. This Rathe character fled at half rumors and complete lies, which made him erratic and paranoid. Which in turn lead him to being dangerous. He didn't have a problem with any of the latter, but he hated that the man always ran. He would thoroughly approve if Rathe decided to fight in heat of rage and died bravely like most of the idiots he chased down. No such luck with this one, he was just smart enough to be able to get away each time. If only just. Perhaps things would change this time and Erisi could goad him into a violent confrontation. They were good at those.
Erisi. The comm link opened. "We're looking at five minutes now. Got your shoes on yet?" It was rhetorical, of course, he didn't expect an answer and he was mostly being patronizing. She knew essentially all that he did. Part of the modifications of their ship was a hub link in which they both were able to access any manner of information via their ship computers and sensors.
Three minutes and fourteen seconds from landing the ships sensors picked up energy spikes consistent with blaster fire. His motion sensors indicated sporadic movement in and around the space port as well. Curiously, the movement was extremely localized, there was so little outside of it. He opted to land the ship some distance from the disturbance, but close enough to get there while the action was still fresh. Well, he would land. In one minute forty five seconds. While he waited he ran through a check list of items needed for both he and Erisi, weapons, armor, various gadgets and custom inventions they had made through their years of experience. He had everything in place. As the ship drew nearer the sensors told him more of the goings on at the space port. Definitely blaster fire and a single individual, couple of random droids wandering just outside. He also noted the presence of one other, lurking about south of the action. And that was it. Nothing else, no life signs any how. There was random movement here and there, but no life signs outside the pair.
Yasod casually landed the craft gently in his intended spot. He put the curiosity aside for now and walked back to the prepping area they had for just before a mission. He loaded Erisi's speeder bike with provisions and spare parts and specialized instruments, made sure the weapons and systems checked out, and they did. As an afterthought he added a bit more ammo, it couldn't hurt. He quickly set out to loading his own speeder truck that would follow about a kilometer or so behind, depending on the situation. After that he went about checking his own systems and weapons, making sure they were all at optimal levels. It was careful preparation and planning that got a job finished and his meticulous nature has more than once saved their lives. He finished all his checks a little early and found himself ready to go with no partner.
Erisi. The comm link opened once more. "We're here, chikra. The party has already begun, it would seem." He didn't often act so bold, but he knew that Houk slang would irk her. Even if only a little. He sat in his truck, as heavily modified as their ship and Erisi's speeder bike, and waited.
Because of his cyber brain and Erisi's own enhancements, Yasod merely thought of Erisi and a direct comm link opened to her. "We're almost there. T minus eight minutes. Don't be late."
Yasod was bored enough to fake letting out a sigh. This contract was very likely the most annoying one he'd ever taken. This Rathe character fled at half rumors and complete lies, which made him erratic and paranoid. Which in turn lead him to being dangerous. He didn't have a problem with any of the latter, but he hated that the man always ran. He would thoroughly approve if Rathe decided to fight in heat of rage and died bravely like most of the idiots he chased down. No such luck with this one, he was just smart enough to be able to get away each time. If only just. Perhaps things would change this time and Erisi could goad him into a violent confrontation. They were good at those.
Erisi. The comm link opened. "We're looking at five minutes now. Got your shoes on yet?" It was rhetorical, of course, he didn't expect an answer and he was mostly being patronizing. She knew essentially all that he did. Part of the modifications of their ship was a hub link in which they both were able to access any manner of information via their ship computers and sensors.
Three minutes and fourteen seconds from landing the ships sensors picked up energy spikes consistent with blaster fire. His motion sensors indicated sporadic movement in and around the space port as well. Curiously, the movement was extremely localized, there was so little outside of it. He opted to land the ship some distance from the disturbance, but close enough to get there while the action was still fresh. Well, he would land. In one minute forty five seconds. While he waited he ran through a check list of items needed for both he and Erisi, weapons, armor, various gadgets and custom inventions they had made through their years of experience. He had everything in place. As the ship drew nearer the sensors told him more of the goings on at the space port. Definitely blaster fire and a single individual, couple of random droids wandering just outside. He also noted the presence of one other, lurking about south of the action. And that was it. Nothing else, no life signs any how. There was random movement here and there, but no life signs outside the pair.
Yasod casually landed the craft gently in his intended spot. He put the curiosity aside for now and walked back to the prepping area they had for just before a mission. He loaded Erisi's speeder bike with provisions and spare parts and specialized instruments, made sure the weapons and systems checked out, and they did. As an afterthought he added a bit more ammo, it couldn't hurt. He quickly set out to loading his own speeder truck that would follow about a kilometer or so behind, depending on the situation. After that he went about checking his own systems and weapons, making sure they were all at optimal levels. It was careful preparation and planning that got a job finished and his meticulous nature has more than once saved their lives. He finished all his checks a little early and found himself ready to go with no partner.
Erisi. The comm link opened once more. "We're here, chikra. The party has already begun, it would seem." He didn't often act so bold, but he knew that Houk slang would irk her. Even if only a little. He sat in his truck, as heavily modified as their ship and Erisi's speeder bike, and waited.
"We're looking at five minutes now. Got your shoes on yet?"
Erisi was equipping herself so she'd be prepared to pursue their target. At the moment, she was running some final tests on her cybernetics. They were about to land on an unexplored planet, so she wanted to be extra careful. Having malfunctions while their safety was threatened was not ideal. The mere remembrance of situations when she lost the use of her arm and legs made her feel lame.
Satisfied with the condition of her enhancements and metallic limbs, she went to hastily putting her tools away. Cables were unhooked from her body in a few swift motions and her glowing white eyes scanned her box of equipment to be sure everything was in its proper place. When that was finished up, she went to check her person for necessities. Medical supplies, energy shield, traps, vibroblade...
The final items she took were her ranged weapons. A pair of blasters were slipped into their holsters, one sitting conveniently at each hip. Now, she felt relaxed. At this moment, she felt as she should: prepared. This eased the small amount of fear she was feeling for having to step foot onto this planet. Many tragic stories had reached her ears about 'The Reaching Darkness'. Erisi was much too confident to believe they'd die here, but that didn't keep her from wondering what mysterious legend struck so many hearts with terror.
"We're here, chikra. The party has already begun, it would seem."
At this, she tilted her head and made a face. The way that Yasod talked to her was amusing, sometimes. Other than that, it peeved her. Eri didn't know how to respond to such language and it was asinine to her. Though, it would help if she had a sense of humour.
Before departing her 'laboratory' of the ship, she turned to a full bodied mirror to look herself over one last time. She smoothed her prosthetic hand over a sleeve covering her 'normal' arm. The other arm had no sleeve at all to allow easier access to the useful functions she programmed into it. The form fitting suit itself was strange looking over all, but it was protective in all weather conditions and allowed her to move easily in combat.
Erisi joined Yasod outside, securing their ship as she did so. Her bike was out there waiting for her, and so was Rathe. Yasod mentioned something about the 'party already beginning', though. So, she assumed that meant there were other bounty hunters here. That was all right with her. A challenge once in a while kept life interesting.
Seated on her speeder, she looked left and right, getting a better view of their surroundings. The temperature was chilly, which didn't bother her. Erisi's home planet was frigid. The darkness was comforting, too, in a way. She wouldn't need a blinder in order to navigate properly. That was something she always pondered on 'fixing'. Her sensitivity to bright light was inconvenient at times...
"This is a... Wasteland," she commented in a dull voice. Inwardly, she shrugged. Perhaps this would make it that much easier to find Rathe. All she cared about was capturing him and getting her reward.
Just then, her pointy ears picked up something. A groan of some kind, and farther off she swore she could hear weapon fires. "Stay close," Eri said, after a moment of silence and concentration. It was a request voiced from concern, really. She'd have a hard time forgiving herself if they got separated, and Yasod got put in danger by his lonesome. Surely, he could handle himself, but there were risks she didn't want to take.
With that said, she began to steer in the direction of what she could hear. The noises were beginning to confuse her. From different directions, she could hear groans of pain, as if there might be something waiting for them underground, or atop the spiky hills of this planet.
Well, there was no guessing...
Erisi's eyes widened at the sight of something limping towards her. At the speed she was going, she was about to hit whoever it was. Even with her quick thinking, there was no way she could make a successful brake. Bracing herself for impact, Eri still tried braking so she could at least apologize for hitting them, and then offer to help them. The body did something unexpected, though. When she smacked into it, she heard several bones snap, and then the body was separated into two halves. Despite the damage and decay, it still reached out towards Erisi with the one arm still attached to the torso.
"What is this? Should I shoot him?" she mumbled to herself, returning to the zombie via bike with one of her blasters in hand. Evidently, this was not something she needed to apologize to...
Erisi was equipping herself so she'd be prepared to pursue their target. At the moment, she was running some final tests on her cybernetics. They were about to land on an unexplored planet, so she wanted to be extra careful. Having malfunctions while their safety was threatened was not ideal. The mere remembrance of situations when she lost the use of her arm and legs made her feel lame.
Satisfied with the condition of her enhancements and metallic limbs, she went to hastily putting her tools away. Cables were unhooked from her body in a few swift motions and her glowing white eyes scanned her box of equipment to be sure everything was in its proper place. When that was finished up, she went to check her person for necessities. Medical supplies, energy shield, traps, vibroblade...
The final items she took were her ranged weapons. A pair of blasters were slipped into their holsters, one sitting conveniently at each hip. Now, she felt relaxed. At this moment, she felt as she should: prepared. This eased the small amount of fear she was feeling for having to step foot onto this planet. Many tragic stories had reached her ears about 'The Reaching Darkness'. Erisi was much too confident to believe they'd die here, but that didn't keep her from wondering what mysterious legend struck so many hearts with terror.
"We're here, chikra. The party has already begun, it would seem."
At this, she tilted her head and made a face. The way that Yasod talked to her was amusing, sometimes. Other than that, it peeved her. Eri didn't know how to respond to such language and it was asinine to her. Though, it would help if she had a sense of humour.
Before departing her 'laboratory' of the ship, she turned to a full bodied mirror to look herself over one last time. She smoothed her prosthetic hand over a sleeve covering her 'normal' arm. The other arm had no sleeve at all to allow easier access to the useful functions she programmed into it. The form fitting suit itself was strange looking over all, but it was protective in all weather conditions and allowed her to move easily in combat.
Erisi joined Yasod outside, securing their ship as she did so. Her bike was out there waiting for her, and so was Rathe. Yasod mentioned something about the 'party already beginning', though. So, she assumed that meant there were other bounty hunters here. That was all right with her. A challenge once in a while kept life interesting.
Seated on her speeder, she looked left and right, getting a better view of their surroundings. The temperature was chilly, which didn't bother her. Erisi's home planet was frigid. The darkness was comforting, too, in a way. She wouldn't need a blinder in order to navigate properly. That was something she always pondered on 'fixing'. Her sensitivity to bright light was inconvenient at times...
"This is a... Wasteland," she commented in a dull voice. Inwardly, she shrugged. Perhaps this would make it that much easier to find Rathe. All she cared about was capturing him and getting her reward.
Just then, her pointy ears picked up something. A groan of some kind, and farther off she swore she could hear weapon fires. "Stay close," Eri said, after a moment of silence and concentration. It was a request voiced from concern, really. She'd have a hard time forgiving herself if they got separated, and Yasod got put in danger by his lonesome. Surely, he could handle himself, but there were risks she didn't want to take.
With that said, she began to steer in the direction of what she could hear. The noises were beginning to confuse her. From different directions, she could hear groans of pain, as if there might be something waiting for them underground, or atop the spiky hills of this planet.
Well, there was no guessing...
Erisi's eyes widened at the sight of something limping towards her. At the speed she was going, she was about to hit whoever it was. Even with her quick thinking, there was no way she could make a successful brake. Bracing herself for impact, Eri still tried braking so she could at least apologize for hitting them, and then offer to help them. The body did something unexpected, though. When she smacked into it, she heard several bones snap, and then the body was separated into two halves. Despite the damage and decay, it still reached out towards Erisi with the one arm still attached to the torso.
"What is this? Should I shoot him?" she mumbled to herself, returning to the zombie via bike with one of her blasters in hand. Evidently, this was not something she needed to apologize to...
EDIT: NOTE TO MODS! PLEASE DON'T SEND THIS THREAD TO THE GRAVEYARD. I KNOW IT LOOKS DEAD, BUT I SWEAR THAT HE'S GOING TO POST. EVENTUALLY. ... >:[
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