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[Freyja Storm]

Freyja waited near the edge of the spaceport, a few freighters flew in overhead their exhausts blowing a small jet of warm air onto the almost frozen Jedi Padawan. She was still getting used to that title, though here of all places in the colonies was a place not to use that title. From where she stood Freyja could see three banners of the Sith Empire flying in the brisk Arkanian air. Being inside the Empire Freyja had taken precautions not to get caught by the Empire and especially anyone working for her sister. Her hair was dyed bright blonde, she wore green contact lenses and had taken on her Hutta accent.

She wore rough leathers, a durasteel breastplate, greaves and gauntlets, fitting that of a bounty hunter on the search for work and Credits. Her double-barreled blaster hung at her hip, her rifle and vibrosword on her back, she looked every bit the part she was looking to play. A thick cloak hung over it all keeping out the worst of the chill as she awaited the Gotal to come back from the bathroom. She was reluctant to take the alien after what had happened on Kashyyyk, but he was one of the only ones willing to come this far into the Empire. Plus he was disposable in women's eyes, so if anything happened she wouldn't blink twice at his death, unlike some of the others in The Valkyrie's she cared more for. The Gotal would act as her alien servant whilst they looked to broker more information on the location of their prize.

"Where the Frak are you?" She said out loud looking around for that stupid smile.

@Cazar

 

[Mig Cabra]

The flight had been long and Freyja always made Mig rush. He had to release the waste in his bowels before he exploded. It took a while to get it all done as he was backed up and had to take off his armor to get the job done. He wondered how Mandalorians ever relieved themselves with constant armor. That thought made him giggle so while he was destroying a stall, he was also laughing about it. Everyone else cleared the facility after he had begun this adventure. Many disgusted humans reassuring themselves about aliens being scum. Mig did not care though.

Once he was finished dealing irreparable damage to the toilet, he began to clean himself. This facility did not seem properly equipped so he had to make do with what was present. Mig found paper towels and a sink he could not fit inside. He had certainly done better jobs of cleaning up in the past but figured it was good enough for this hunt. Finally he would fit his armor back on piece by piece before rinsing off his hands to head out. Mig wore a big smile on his face as usual to go find his friend Freyja.

It would be apparent to her once he arrived that he had not done the most thorough cleanup job. Mig certainly smelled horrid at least. Perhaps the silver lining was that Mig was supposed to be playing the role of a dumb servant. A smelly alien certainly did well in these parts for such a job. He was a bit sad to leave his PIPE behind but he managed to legally get the rest of his gear with him. A violator disruptor pistol was tucked into a hidden pocket of his coat over the armor so no one would see it and be alarmed. His regular pistol was at his hip as always and the bowcaster was slung over his back. It was a great hunting weapon. The Gotal wondered how it would do against a Dragon.

"Hi! I am back!" Mig would nearly shout as he came closer to Freyja, smelling like... crap. "What now, boss-friend?"

@Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja almost gagged at the smell of the Gotal as he approached. "Did you even wash." She said in a bitter tone to the beast as it approached, already knowing its answer. She raised her hand to her mouth to cover the smell as she walked around the beast making sure that she was upwind of him. "At least you smell like the slave I say you are." She said with a bitter distaste in her voice, part of it was the act, part of it was true, though she wouldn't let the Gotal know how much of it was each.

"Remember you are my servant, you carry 'my' bowcaster it is not yours. No Alien would be allowed a weapon like that in the Empire." She said in hushed tones, just loud enough for the Gotal to hear but with enough steel for him to know it was not a joke. "I am a bounty hunter from Hutta space, we have heard of a new sighting of Arkanian Dragons and I want a skull for my wall. Got it." She waited for the creature to reply before turning on her heels and began walking through the streets to the city towards one of the downtrodden bars that substituted as a hunters guild on the planet.

The ground like the rest of the planet was covered in a thin layer of frost, cracking underneath her weight as she walked. 'The Ark' was their destination, it looked like any other tavern/bar/club/guild house in the inner rim, half of it spic and span the other half run down like a bantha foot.

 

[Mig Cabra]

Mig followed behind Freyja with a skip in his step. This adventure seemed like a ton of fun. The Gotal of course already forgot what his role was for the mission. He was simply too overjoyed with what laid ahead. When she reminded him and asked if he understood, it took him a moment to lock it in. Being a servant on a world that hates alien species like himself was fitting, but he had never been a servant before in real life. He was a bad actor.

"Ok. I think so." Mig replied simply before heading into the 'The Ark' with a big smile on his face.

The very moment Mig stepped into the place heads turned. Not a single non-human was inside the joint. A smelly, ugly Gotal with weapons was not something anyone wanted. A bouncer of sorts walked over and picked up Mig by the collar of his armor before tossing him out the door. He landed with a thud on the frosty ground. The bouncer stood in the doorway looking at the pair.

"That thing is not welcome here, and neither are you if you have a poor choice in companions." He said with his arms crossed eyeing the pair.

It seemed they would need to find a new place or wait for someone to come outside. Mig had unknowingly created a bit of an obstacle for them. Blending in was not his specialty apparently. He would walk away and find somewhere secluded to sit, figuring Freyja would follow him.

"Guess we find someone outside?" He asked her, trying to smile at her.

@Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja gritted her teeth as the large human threw the Gotal from the door and squared up to her. A part of her inside smiled at seeing the Gotal thrown to the ground, but the man's subsequent words pissed her off and her temper was already flared by the smell emanating from the creature that followed her.

Stepping up to the man she looked him clean in the eye, her stare was clear, cold and calculating, the look of a killer and one that does it not for pleasure or money, but because they can. The Bouncer blinked first and that was the opening Freyja needed, she slowly brushed the cloak aside, revealing not only her durasteel armour beneath but also the blaster at her hip. "I think you need to re-think your opinion." The man looked down at her blaster then back up to her a slight hesitation in his stance, he was about to open his mouth but Freyja cut him short. "The Gotal comes with me, who will pour my drink? You?" She asked in her steely Hutta voice.

The bouncer didn't respond but just moved to the side allowing the pair access. As Freyja stepped through the door, she kept the cloak back and away from the blaster so all who viewed her could see the weapon. "Gotal, get me a drink." She said over her shoulder as they entered and she made a way for one of the booths towards the centre of the back wall.

 

[Mig Cabra]

It was both amazing and appalling that Freyja got them back inside. Mig smiled happily with his stupid face the entire time they went inside to sit. Human patrons were laughing at him and making fun of the smelly, mentally ill alien. Everyone seemed fully sold on him being servant. Even the bartender was making him run things for others while Freyja wasn't using him. No one was batting an eye at the stupid Gotal anymore. He had finally found a way to fit in.

Mig was running a drink to the table next to Freyja when he heard them discussing a dragon. They glared at Mig and rebuked him for being slow with the delivery. One even suggested taking the Gotal as bait for the dragon so they could kill it. The Gotal actually thought it sounded fun to play with the dragon. Freyja might be getting some ideas now.

"Oh! That sounds fun!" Mig said in response to them telling him to be dragon bait. "Where would I go for that?"

The Gotal was not always socially adept, but he knew to ask this question. He was smarter than he looked often times. Socially stupid did not mean overall stupid. Mig had his moments. If they answered him, Freyja would be able to hear a good location for the dragon sighting. Plus Mig could feel useful.

@Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja had already sent two men away who had tried to sit with the blonde women and chat her up. But she was having none of it, the first one had gotten the hint easily, just a few insults were needed to get him to walk away. The second one was more persistent and Freyja had to resort to some physical arm to get him to move. Grabbing one of the man's fingers after he placed his hand on her leg and snapping it back on itself.

The man had screamed loudly but had only solicited laughter from his friends and other patrons around him. Since then she had been left alone, allowed to listen out for Dragon sightings. Mig was rushing from table to table with drinks and the sight caused Freyja to smile, at least he was good for something. The Gotal stopped at a nearby table which she had already heard hushed talking of 'Sightings', but the Gotal's comments seemed to confirm her suspicions.

"Go away alien, I think you smell too bad for the Dragon." They said pushing the alien away with a violent push, knocking the creature to the floor. Freyja gritted her teeth this wasn't going to be an easy one, getting information from them. The group quickly picked themselves up from the table and made for the exit. There was a good dozen of them, this wasn't going to be easy. Freyja thought. "Gotal, up you get." She said as she walked past Mig and followed the group out of 'The Ark.'

 

[Mig Cabra]

Mig got up and followed Freyja outside as the larger group left. The Gotal saw that they were following them so he knew exactly what to do to help. He armed himself with the bowcaster and yelled out to the group ahead. A few touched their weapons at first but no one drew quite yet. Mig had the bowcaster pointed at the ground still so was not directly threatening them with it. Some seemed confused when they heard the screech from Mig, and the group started to spread out a bit and eye him.

"You forgot to tell me where the Dragon is, friends!" Mig said, his cheery tone echoing around them and accented by the smile he gave after.

It was honestly the worst attempt at a threat ever. All of them laughed at the Gotal and drew their weapons while creating distance between themselves. Now it was going to be fun to hunt the stupid alien who followed them outside. Mig noticed they seemed not to take to his shouting or threats. He was sad that he could not be scary, but it also meant there was no surprise ambush or advantage to the fight. This was now a bad deal.

"Your little servant has a big mouth, lady!" One man shouted, followed by another. "You ain't so sweet yourself either."

The last man to talk rubbed his finger gingerly. These guys were not going to let someone poach their hunt. Now they were onto them. Even Mig knew that it was time to take cover and fight back. He dove behind a boulder as the first shots began to ring out. Mig was clearly their main target but they'd take on Freyja too. This was certainly not going as smoothly as planned. The Gotal decided to try to take a shot at one of them with his bowcaster. Sadly, the moment he popped up from cover to fire he received a rain of blaster fire that threatened to take him out if he didn't roll to the side and abandon his shot. A blaster shot seared his shoulder as a glancing blow was scored. He groaned slightly and he heard a cheer from the hunters.

@Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja was hoping to follow them for a while, see if they let out any further information on the Dragon's whereabouts before finally if need must take the group on. However, her apparent 'servant' did not think waiting was worth and it proceeded to draw his great bowcaster and threaten the group. Freyja physically facepalmed herself as the Gotal began to speak, she knew he was an idiot but how much of one could he really be. When one of the men held up his broken finger, Freyja cringed a little bit. That wasn't going to help this little negotiation, she thought as the group spread out. 'Great' she thought, hopefully, the Gotal would do better this time than the last.

The pair dived in opposite directions, taking cover as the group began opening fire on them all. It seemed that most of them were aiming for the Gotal keeping him pinned down. Freyja only had the flirt and another keeping her pinned. Unclipping the cloak to give her more freedom Freyja pulled out her blaster pistol, they were close enough for her to not need her rifle. The double-barrelled blaster had enough poke to take down a single man with no armour in one hit. As one of the men stopped to change the charge of his pistol, Freyja popped out of her cover, a stray bolt flying past her head singing some of her blonde hair. She let off a double blast in both of the guards, the stooge got it in the chest, dropping him to the ground, the flirt received his to the face. As she watched the body fall to the ground she smiled. 'No one is going to recognise him now.' She thought.

 

[Mig Cabra]

Mig was tired of letting Freyja down. He wanted to be her friend. They would raise a dragon together and have such good times. Obviously her picking him for this mission meant they were becoming best friends. He was excited about their hunt but these guys were being very rude to them. It was time to get out the serious goods. The Bowcaster was too slow to fire and made it easy to try to pick him off as he fired. Mig set that down on the rock and pulled out his pistols. One of them was a simple DH-7 Blaster. The other was a violator disruptor pistol that would be sure to make the enemy hesitate.

"You're bad friends!" Mig shouted as he fired both weapons for a nearby thug.

In truth, the Gotal had never fired the violator. It was just a cool weapon he had that was illegal and strong. Pulling the trigger for the first time was a rush. A unique sound indicated the shot and a powerful, unstable bolt flew into one of the enemies. The man had certainly not been expecting to be shot. Neither had the tree he had been using as cover. Both were suddenly missing large chunks and fell over dead. There was a moment of pause and the men stopped firing. Panic quickly followed as they started to clear out. Some took pot shots at Mig to keep him from doing that again as they started to run. The goal had been to knock one down to questioning, but the weapon did way more damage than he expected.

"That alien is insane, let's get out of here!"

"You forgot to tell me where the dragon is!" Mig yelled as he ducked to avoid a shot.

Next, Mig fired the basic pistol at one of the fleeing men's legs to knock him over. It surprisingly worked and he toppled over as his friends abandoned him. The Gotal cheered and holstered his weapons while waddling over to the man. They had one to question now. He would leave that to Freyja though. She was better at this sort of thing.

@Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

The Gotal had been a bitter disappointment in whatever confrontation the pair had ever been in, either turning into a blubbering mess, making the whole situation worse or trying to shoot her instead of the enemy. She wasn't expecting much in the slightest when it came to this battle and was just hoping the creature could keep the attention of the hunters long enough for Freyja to flank the group and pick them off.

Then the Gotal picked out his Violater and actually hit his target, that was strange. The devastation the weapon caused was a further surprise which shocked even their opponents. The remaining enemies began to turn and flee, "We need one alive." Freyja shouted across to the alien as they began to flee. She put out a pair of shots herself, both missing hitting cover as the group fled, but the Gotal came up again and downed an enemy with a bolt to the left leg. The human tumbled to the ground, he tried to rise again and began hobbling away, his friends long now into the distance.

Freyja picked up her cloak from the ground and threw it over her shoulder as she stalked after the hobbling man, Gotal in tow. "Stop running." She growled at the man, he turned back to see the pair of them getting closer and tried to speed up, his left leg dragging along behind him. Taking the last few steps in a jog Freyja moved up quickly alongside the man and swung her boot into the back of the hunters standing leg, sending him tumbling into the dirt and crying out in pain. He rolled over on the floor one hand grasping the blaster hole the other his face waiting for further pain. Freyja kicked the man's hand out of the way, placing her own boot over the whole, she placed only light pressure on the wound, keeping the leg in place but not increasing the pain.

"Tell us, this Dragon sighting. Where was it?" The man looked back and forth between the Freyja, the Gotal and the Violator. "Don't look at him, look at me," Freyja growled putting pressure onto the wound forcing a cry from the man. "In the east mountains." The main said through blubbing tears. "About a half days hike from Dudek's Peak." He continued. "Please don't hurt me anymore." The pain an agony on his face made Freyja believe he was saying the truth. Turning away from the man leaving him lying on the floor she looked at Mig and spoke in a quiet voice. "Kill him." Before heading back to 'The Ark'.

 

[Mig Cabra]

"What? No!" Mig replied loudly as Freyja walked away.

The Gotal looked at the panicked man nursing a wound and trying to crawl away. He stood over the man with a blaster pistol and was keeping it pointed at him. Mig was not someone to execute an enemy in cold blood like this. Why would Freyja think he needed to die? It seemed they got the info they needed and this man paid for his actions. This was not something he had been trained or raised to do. More distance was created as the man desperately tried to crawl to safety.

"He won't say anything or chase us." Mig said, holstering his pistol and following behind Freyja. "We have what we need. Let's go, friend."

Mig glanced back to see the man still in easy view. He was quite slow due to his injuries. It was almost sad to see. The Gotal would not kill him in such a cold manner though. If Freyja wanted him dead so bad she'd have to do it herself. Even then Mig would not be a fan of it. She operated a different set of rules than Mig. That's just how the Galactic Alliance worked. Some from every walk of life and different willingness to execute enemies.

@Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja gave the Gotal a dirty look when he refused her order, even if he wasn't the slave they were pretending him to be, she expected his reply to be a 'Yes'. She had to keep her temper under control, not wanting to spin and attack the alien who she still needed on this mission. So she must have walked a dozen or so paces before she finally turned around to face him a murderous look in her eyes. She was about to open her mouth when over the shoulder she saw the man had disappeared, only a small pool of blood left in the frozen ground to show where he had been lying before. Pointing to the spot to force the Gotal to turn she spoke the annoyance of the creatures ignorance thick in her voice. "That is going to cause us a problem."

Turning away from the scene she trudged through the frost thick ground, heading back to 'The Ark' she needed something alcoholic and warm, before heading out to the east mountains.

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