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Two speeders cut through the large planes easily, columns of dirt and dust erupting behind them as they were accompanied by the squeals of the engines. Their destination was miles ahead of them but even two riders could see it from where they were. Another column penetrated the sky but it was black as the void, even corrupting the sky as it formed a cloud of the same color that blocked out blotches of sunlight. It was a sight to behold and one that wasn't common on the planet.
After a few hours, the pair eventually arrived a klick away from the black column and brought their speeders behind some cover to keep them hidden. At first, the riders didn't dismount as they slowly glanced around with their engines idling. Eventually, after it seemed clear, one of them swung their leg over and dismounted with a satisfying thud as the other followed suit and joined at his side. The two riders were Mandalorian, their iconic helmets, and T-visors being the only piece visible. They both wore a shabby cloak around their shoulders that concealed their beskar armor and weaponry that was extensive. The only difference between the two was the coloring of their plates, one had dashes of red, white, green, and others while the other was colorless and less damaged.
The colored Mandalorian nodded at the other before he led the way silently, both of them alert as they swept their gazes left and right. As the two kept walking, they could hear the crackling of flames and were confronted by the smell of blood even through their helmets. They stopped at the edge of a road they came across and simply stared at the carnage that was in front of them. Bodies laid on the ground, some simply torn in half, others gutted or even worse. Multiple speeders and small cargo lifts had been flipped over or destroyed, caught in the crossfire as small fires littered throughout the entire scene. The colored Mandalorian stared for a moment before he looked to the other, "Vik."
Vik just simply gazed upon the damage before eventually stepping forward, each of his footsteps followed by a crunch. When he was in the middle of the road and the destruction, he crouched down and examined the bodies and equipment around him. He was silent for a few minutes, collecting everything he saw before finally speaking. "Tracks are everywhere. One of the largest packs we've seen. These people didn't stand a chance." Vik stood up and took a few steps before bending over to pick up a piece of a disfigured speeder, claw marks raked across the metal.
Turning back toward the colored one, "We should confide this information to the clan, Xej."
"No." Xej simply responded, his voice distorted like Vik's because of their helmets.
"They don't strike out like this."
"Our clan is thin as it is. We were tasked with this assignment. We will complete it."
Vik turned slowly and faced the direction that the road was leading to. The column of black smoke was even bigger than it was when the two were on the speeders. It seemed to just swallow anything whole that was pulled into its toxic grasp. The two didn't require the tracks to realize where the assailants went for their next target. Xej spoke with no concern in his voice even with it being distorted, "We move."
After a few hours, the pair eventually arrived a klick away from the black column and brought their speeders behind some cover to keep them hidden. At first, the riders didn't dismount as they slowly glanced around with their engines idling. Eventually, after it seemed clear, one of them swung their leg over and dismounted with a satisfying thud as the other followed suit and joined at his side. The two riders were Mandalorian, their iconic helmets, and T-visors being the only piece visible. They both wore a shabby cloak around their shoulders that concealed their beskar armor and weaponry that was extensive. The only difference between the two was the coloring of their plates, one had dashes of red, white, green, and others while the other was colorless and less damaged.
The colored Mandalorian nodded at the other before he led the way silently, both of them alert as they swept their gazes left and right. As the two kept walking, they could hear the crackling of flames and were confronted by the smell of blood even through their helmets. They stopped at the edge of a road they came across and simply stared at the carnage that was in front of them. Bodies laid on the ground, some simply torn in half, others gutted or even worse. Multiple speeders and small cargo lifts had been flipped over or destroyed, caught in the crossfire as small fires littered throughout the entire scene. The colored Mandalorian stared for a moment before he looked to the other, "Vik."
Vik just simply gazed upon the damage before eventually stepping forward, each of his footsteps followed by a crunch. When he was in the middle of the road and the destruction, he crouched down and examined the bodies and equipment around him. He was silent for a few minutes, collecting everything he saw before finally speaking. "Tracks are everywhere. One of the largest packs we've seen. These people didn't stand a chance." Vik stood up and took a few steps before bending over to pick up a piece of a disfigured speeder, claw marks raked across the metal.
Turning back toward the colored one, "We should confide this information to the clan, Xej."
"No." Xej simply responded, his voice distorted like Vik's because of their helmets.
"They don't strike out like this."
"Our clan is thin as it is. We were tasked with this assignment. We will complete it."
Vik turned slowly and faced the direction that the road was leading to. The column of black smoke was even bigger than it was when the two were on the speeders. It seemed to just swallow anything whole that was pulled into its toxic grasp. The two didn't require the tracks to realize where the assailants went for their next target. Xej spoke with no concern in his voice even with it being distorted, "We move."