GhostwiththeToast
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Shay'a idly wiped the knife off from her boot as she stared down at the corpse of a Trandoshan before her. The body belonged to one Sktar Nak, a mercenary-for hire much like herself who found himself on the wrong side of a Hutt, who in turn decided to place a bounty on the Trandoshan's head. Shay'a had been tracking the man down for weeks now, a chase that had taken her through several planets before finally ending on Tatooine. Even after arriving on the planet, Sktar remained allusive, and it took a week on the planet's surface before she managed to track Sktar down to an ancient Czerka factory, half swallowed by the shifting dunes.
Sktar had anticipated her arrival.
The foundry was brimming with traps, and only a keen eye and a bit of luck saved Shay'a from an untimely end and a chance to confront her quarry. The two exchanged blaster fire before closing to engage each other. The Trandoshan had been strong, stronger than Shay'a even, but the Mandalorian managed to prevail by the skin of her teeth, driving her vibro dagger deep into the saurian's chest.
She kneels down now, taking her blade to the corpse and collecting its head and a clawed hand, tucking them away in separate bags. She rose, sliding her dagger back into its sheath and taking one last look at the body behind her.
"I'll remember you, Sktar." She said to herself before trudging back out into the sands with her spoils.
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The speeder trip back to town had been relatively uneventful. Shay'a had passed by a group of Tusken, but they hadn't given her much trouble before she zipped away on her bike. She brought the vehicle back to where she had rented it from, quickly giving her thanks, as well as a few credits, before moving on. She moved quickly towards the port, taking off her helmet and affixing it to her belt as she walked briskly. Shay'a wanted to get off this planet. She was used to the heat truth be told, her home world had a similar temperature to it, but the aridity of this desert world had slowly been eating at her for the week she had stayed on it until it was ready to drive her mad. Finally, though, she could get off this rock.
The walk to the spaceport was brief, and Shay'a found the dock that her ship was stored at - Dock B-27. She stepped up to the doorman, giving him a quick nod and sliding a card across the terminal to him. He looked at it, slide it into the terminal, and then looked back up at the woman.
"Alright, ma'am. It will be a few minutes before we get your ship ready for take off. But once that's done you're free to leave." He said before heading into the docking bay.
Shay'a let out a relieved sigh. Soon she could go home.
Home - Dxun.
Sktar had anticipated her arrival.
The foundry was brimming with traps, and only a keen eye and a bit of luck saved Shay'a from an untimely end and a chance to confront her quarry. The two exchanged blaster fire before closing to engage each other. The Trandoshan had been strong, stronger than Shay'a even, but the Mandalorian managed to prevail by the skin of her teeth, driving her vibro dagger deep into the saurian's chest.
She kneels down now, taking her blade to the corpse and collecting its head and a clawed hand, tucking them away in separate bags. She rose, sliding her dagger back into its sheath and taking one last look at the body behind her.
"I'll remember you, Sktar." She said to herself before trudging back out into the sands with her spoils.
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The speeder trip back to town had been relatively uneventful. Shay'a had passed by a group of Tusken, but they hadn't given her much trouble before she zipped away on her bike. She brought the vehicle back to where she had rented it from, quickly giving her thanks, as well as a few credits, before moving on. She moved quickly towards the port, taking off her helmet and affixing it to her belt as she walked briskly. Shay'a wanted to get off this planet. She was used to the heat truth be told, her home world had a similar temperature to it, but the aridity of this desert world had slowly been eating at her for the week she had stayed on it until it was ready to drive her mad. Finally, though, she could get off this rock.
The walk to the spaceport was brief, and Shay'a found the dock that her ship was stored at - Dock B-27. She stepped up to the doorman, giving him a quick nod and sliding a card across the terminal to him. He looked at it, slide it into the terminal, and then looked back up at the woman.
"Alright, ma'am. It will be a few minutes before we get your ship ready for take off. But once that's done you're free to leave." He said before heading into the docking bay.
Shay'a let out a relieved sigh. Soon she could go home.
Home - Dxun.