Ruusan
Barraka Canyon | Barraka Mines
Abandoned Artefact Digsite, Now Illegal Spice Storage.
Dawn | Overcast
OOC Thread | Muse Music
Gentle rays of dawn pulled back darkness to wake the world, washing any trace of sleep from his green eyes. Fixed in one position on a ridge for three hours, his muscles were stiff. An imprint of dusty earth he was resting on outlined the shape of his body and the barrel of his gun. Opposite him others had set up, to catch the crew in a crossfire as soon as they woke up, six on one side of the ridge, and six on the other.
Ruusan was rumored to have a lot of relics, and so a lot of loot for the taking. The Gathering novices had come here expecting to find some diggers at this site, tipped to find maybe a smuggler or two. They’d stumbled across a crate of Sansanna spice hoarded in an old mining site, not ‘kessel pure’ but worth it all the same. The small freighter landed nearby was worth more than that, greed had gripped the group and there had been disagreement about how to proceed.
The Twelve young hunters were restless, a few were salivating for the kill, but more for getting their hands on any spice hopefully inside its cargo hold. A mix of mostly Trandoshans, with a few Rodians, and Gamorreans waited, silencing conversation was not a problem, with just a few barely intelligible grunts or growls to hush.
An enveloping blue flash struck out, blinding against the still dawning landscape, then another. Two ion blasts straight into the freighter's engine port complicated the plan, causing some tense disagreement from the opposite ridge. Pirates never could decide on how to best pick the carcass, and these pirates were working together in greater numbers for the first time.
The fizzling of electronics and systems aboard the freighter also woke up those inside, and three crew stumbled out prematurely to see what the hell was going on. The inexperience in the Gathering Hunters was plain, they’d waited three hours to ambush the small freighter crew and now that ambush was all but wasted.
Boiling anger gripped Sskyr. He held his position, even as the two fools that broke the trap early ran down the ridge opposite him, heading straight into blaster fire. A few of the freighter’s crew were exposed, could they keep the landing ramp down? Was this even a spice runner's ship?
”Ssss’silence their guns,” his harsh reptilian voice chided, barely contained rage surfacing. “Keep that ramp down’sss.” Ducking a shot, Sskyr aimed his carbine and let loose around the ramp, but at this range, he'd probably have to get closer to hit any controls unless they got lucky.
While their two trigger-happy associates were slowly used up as target practice. Above them, the two ridges erupted in searing bolts of death, blaster fire, smoke, and chaos. Dusty debris were thrown up as shots went back and forth. It didn’t matter how green they were, or how old their guns were, when they were firing down from above they had the advantage, if they could hit anything.
OOC Forces
Friendly NPCs: 11/12 Gathering Hunters. Trandoshan, Rodian, and Gamorrean Rookie Lackeys.
Enemy NPCs: 7 Sleepy crewmembers and a prone freighter
Enemy NPCs: 7 Sleepy crewmembers and a prone freighter
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