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There was something special about viewing planets from space. Or at least, from space close enough that they weren't specks in the infinite void. The ability to view a planet's terrain never failed to impress Cienna Laytham, nor did it fail to impress her taller, non-human copilot. The thing about it was, Dantooine was a remote backwater, and she really wasn't sure why they were here.
Cienna and Vaas had known each other for... she thought it was about seven, seven-and-a-half years now. They were each really the only companions the other had now, and they had spent the last five years working various jobs, mostly legitimate, in order to make money and stay afloat. But lately, Vaas had been acting... strangely. Seeming in his own little world, acting twitchy, and though he never snapped at her, he did seem somewhat less patient than he used to be. The problem was that he couldn't properly explain what was causing these issues. It didn't seem to involve instinctual desires like a need to mate, and it had been some time since they had encountered a particularly stressful job. At most he likened it to some gently insistent urging within his mind. Do this thing, go to this place. While Cienna wasn't sure what it was, she had begun to form a theory, one which she hadn't voiced to him yet.
Whatever was bothering her friend, Cienna reckoned it had factored into their coming to Dantooine. And so she stood from her pilot's chair and strolled to the living area of the Great Escape, finding her friend sitting at the primary table on the ship. Possessing a bipedal, serpentine body that in some respects resembled the bodies of birds in terms of general structure, with tiger-like coloration and stripes along with sharp teeth meant for tearing into flesh and claws meant for much the same-- particularly the wicked toe-claws he had on either foot-- Vaas-Nal-Tor was a natural-born killing machine, just like the rest of his species, the Tiss'shar. Also like other Tiss'shar, violence was generally not Vaas' preferred method of dealing with problems, though he had become very good at it over the years spent on Gamorr and later the Outer Rim. And as time had gone on, Vaas had begun directing those skills toward waging a personal war against the Sith Empire, or at least he aimed to eventually attempt to liberate his homeworld, which was in the same sector as Ziost, from their clutches.
"Vaas," Cienna said softly, and his elongated head wrenched upward toward her, his yellow, reptilian eyes regarding her. "What's the matter? We've made it to Dantooine."
"Good... Good," the theropod replied, and he scratched under his lower jaw with a clawed finger. "Forgive me, Cienna, I am simply... Distracted. That... that feeling that's plagued me, it seems even stronger now that we've come here. But I don't know why. Dantooine has little but nice scenery and rural villages, from what I've read."
Cienna frowned. She'd heard rumors that the Jedi called Dantooine their home now, and if that were true, it would lend credence to her little theory. A theory that she personally was skeptical about. She wasn't inclined to believe in the Force. Or more accurately, she didn't believe it was what the Jedi and Sith claimed it was, if it truly existed. But if this was the home of the Jedi... Perhaps this would help her only friend.
Vaas seemed to have similar thoughts, as he stood upright, standing well over six feet tall when fully upright. His lean, muscular frame holding together a surprisingly heavy weight. Though he didn't necessarily look like it, and certainly didn't move like it, Vaas weighed in close to half a ton. This weight, added with his frightening speed and agility, served to make him even more dangerous in a fight, not that Vaas would rely on such things from the get-go anyway. Vaas moved back toward the cockpit, the long tail that provided balance to his heavy frame swaying a bit as he thought.
Not for the first time, Cienna wondered just what was going through his mind.
The Great Escape touched down on a sprawling plain, and the ramp lowered for the two to walk out. Cienna was clad in rather practical, if still fashionable clothing-- gifts from Vaas after their last job-- while the Tiss'shar himself was naked. His kind occasionally wore clothing, but when they did it generally wasn't as covering as a humanoid's-- at most Vaas tended to wear his bounty hunting gear, which consisted of a number of bandoliers.
"There," Vaas grunted, pointing to some sort of compound not terribly far away. "This... whatever it is, it's telling me to go there."
"You're sure?" Cienna asked hesitantly, and Vaas looked down at his companion, nodding. "You want me to come with?"
"Do you?" the Tiss'shar shot back, and Cienna frowned, before nodding. Her best and only friend needed her, she could feel it. She wasn't going to abandon him now. Satisfied, Vaas nodded in return, and the two set off for the compound in the distance.
@Sreeya
Cienna and Vaas had known each other for... she thought it was about seven, seven-and-a-half years now. They were each really the only companions the other had now, and they had spent the last five years working various jobs, mostly legitimate, in order to make money and stay afloat. But lately, Vaas had been acting... strangely. Seeming in his own little world, acting twitchy, and though he never snapped at her, he did seem somewhat less patient than he used to be. The problem was that he couldn't properly explain what was causing these issues. It didn't seem to involve instinctual desires like a need to mate, and it had been some time since they had encountered a particularly stressful job. At most he likened it to some gently insistent urging within his mind. Do this thing, go to this place. While Cienna wasn't sure what it was, she had begun to form a theory, one which she hadn't voiced to him yet.
Whatever was bothering her friend, Cienna reckoned it had factored into their coming to Dantooine. And so she stood from her pilot's chair and strolled to the living area of the Great Escape, finding her friend sitting at the primary table on the ship. Possessing a bipedal, serpentine body that in some respects resembled the bodies of birds in terms of general structure, with tiger-like coloration and stripes along with sharp teeth meant for tearing into flesh and claws meant for much the same-- particularly the wicked toe-claws he had on either foot-- Vaas-Nal-Tor was a natural-born killing machine, just like the rest of his species, the Tiss'shar. Also like other Tiss'shar, violence was generally not Vaas' preferred method of dealing with problems, though he had become very good at it over the years spent on Gamorr and later the Outer Rim. And as time had gone on, Vaas had begun directing those skills toward waging a personal war against the Sith Empire, or at least he aimed to eventually attempt to liberate his homeworld, which was in the same sector as Ziost, from their clutches.
"Vaas," Cienna said softly, and his elongated head wrenched upward toward her, his yellow, reptilian eyes regarding her. "What's the matter? We've made it to Dantooine."
"Good... Good," the theropod replied, and he scratched under his lower jaw with a clawed finger. "Forgive me, Cienna, I am simply... Distracted. That... that feeling that's plagued me, it seems even stronger now that we've come here. But I don't know why. Dantooine has little but nice scenery and rural villages, from what I've read."
Cienna frowned. She'd heard rumors that the Jedi called Dantooine their home now, and if that were true, it would lend credence to her little theory. A theory that she personally was skeptical about. She wasn't inclined to believe in the Force. Or more accurately, she didn't believe it was what the Jedi and Sith claimed it was, if it truly existed. But if this was the home of the Jedi... Perhaps this would help her only friend.
Vaas seemed to have similar thoughts, as he stood upright, standing well over six feet tall when fully upright. His lean, muscular frame holding together a surprisingly heavy weight. Though he didn't necessarily look like it, and certainly didn't move like it, Vaas weighed in close to half a ton. This weight, added with his frightening speed and agility, served to make him even more dangerous in a fight, not that Vaas would rely on such things from the get-go anyway. Vaas moved back toward the cockpit, the long tail that provided balance to his heavy frame swaying a bit as he thought.
Not for the first time, Cienna wondered just what was going through his mind.
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The Great Escape touched down on a sprawling plain, and the ramp lowered for the two to walk out. Cienna was clad in rather practical, if still fashionable clothing-- gifts from Vaas after their last job-- while the Tiss'shar himself was naked. His kind occasionally wore clothing, but when they did it generally wasn't as covering as a humanoid's-- at most Vaas tended to wear his bounty hunting gear, which consisted of a number of bandoliers.
"There," Vaas grunted, pointing to some sort of compound not terribly far away. "This... whatever it is, it's telling me to go there."
"You're sure?" Cienna asked hesitantly, and Vaas looked down at his companion, nodding. "You want me to come with?"
"Do you?" the Tiss'shar shot back, and Cienna frowned, before nodding. Her best and only friend needed her, she could feel it. She wasn't going to abandon him now. Satisfied, Vaas nodded in return, and the two set off for the compound in the distance.
@Sreeya
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