Ask The Zygerrian Sport

[Ferus Vúlfur]

ZYGERRIA​

Ferus knew little about Zygerria. He could vaguely remember a couple of appearances of this distant planet and the eponymous species in his classes on galactic history. The protocol droid which acted as his teacher taught him that Zygerria was home to a particularly odd planetary government, which fused an Imperialist monarchy with the trappings of a megacorporation. The Zygerrian Slave Empire joined the Confederation of Independent Systems during the Clone Wars. Meanwhile, the Zygerrian themselves were a humanoid feline species and were known to have a predisposition for slavery. The extent of their slaving operations was large enough to motivate the Jedi to fight a war to break their trade, which in turn would later drive their partnership with the CIS.

That’s about all he knew.

So it’s not a stretch to say that Ferus was incredibly suspicious when a Zygerrian royal house broadcasted a message in the HoloNet announcing they were looking for one bounty hunter individual of several species to compose a team for a mission.

Ferus found himself thrice dumbfounded by the announcement. First, because these Zygerrians seemed to believe the Mandalorians were a species. Then second, because the promised reward would allow Ferus to pursue some of his loftier goals. Third, because he was quick enough in his application, making him the selected Mandalorian. Although the Vúlfurian knew odds were the Zygerrian invitation would be a trap, he could not help wonder: what if it wasn’t? The money would be worth the risk.

His approach to the planet went smoothly, which was already a relief. The Zygerrian Space Traffic Control received his transmissions with a certain degree of hostility as he approached his designated landing pad on one of the many royal estates that dotted the planet’s surface. He brushed it off as an inherent trait of a species so disconnected from the galactic community. The royal estate upon which he landed quickly came into view, much bigger than the ones he had previously seen. This fact served only to arouse Ferus’ suspicions further, as his research had previously indicated this royal Zygerrian house wasn’t any richer than his brethren. Why then the discrepancy in the size of their holdings?

Ferus decided he’d better come prepared for a proper fight, not just a job interview. No removing his helmet for friendlier relations this time. He holstered both his DG-34 Peacemakers, attached a blaster sling to his Foe-Sweeper to carry the scatterblaster hidden beneath his coat, grabbed his A280C Rifle, and filled his pockets with a variety of explosives. For one last moment, he wondered if he should flee with the Nebula Ranger, quickly concluding that odds were if Ferus tried to escape now, they would shoot the Nebula Ranger down immediately. The Mandalorian sighed, descending the Nebula Ranger’s cargo ramp.

A delegation of Zygerrian servants immediately received him, offering him an assortment of amenities while leading him to a large hall. Filled with dozens of hunters from all varieties, only one of each species as the announcement had implied, the luxurious hall had descended into a proper Outer Rim party as servants delivered food and drinks. Ferus wondered how long the place would remain orderly. An Outer Rim party almost certainly implies an Outer Rim brawl too. However, when the leader of the Zygerrian royal house appeared upon a floating platform and began his speech, broadcasted simultaneously across the room in a near-deafening loudness, the whole room stopped to listen.

“What a pleasure it is to be among such a conglomeration of species!” He said, raising a drink to the room. “We have gathered here today to celebrate your victory, my friends, for you will leave this place as rich men!” Most of the crowd roared, but many remained silent. Ferus was among the latter, still suspicious of the whole ordeal. “Each of you will be led to a room now by one of my humble servants, wherein you will learn of your job and about your partner. Yes indeed, a partner! You will depend on him to survive your coming mission.” He said, and Ferus could see a devious smirk spread across his face. "This will be a glorious time for you hunters! One that'll allow you to prove yourselves to the Zygerrian people! Several of our most prestigious houses will be here today, so make sure to leave a lasting impression!"

The room emptied just as quickly as it had been filled, with no more drinks to be had most of the hunters left with no protest. The crowd dissipated into a large circular corridor that extended across the hall, each hunter entering an equally-sized room. There was a large space between each room. Judging by the design he had seen from the air, this circular corridor must tightly encompass the central domed structure of the palace.

“What kind of palace is this?” Ferus asked the servant escorting him. The servant remained silent, but even Ferus managed to sense the somber aura that hanged around that place. “This isn’t a palace, is it?” He concluded, but the servant was adamant in his silence. The Mandalorian mostly knew what the jig was by now, but it seemed too late to turn back.

The servant finally stopped after a while, pointing to one of the rooms. The Mandalorian reluctantly entered, hearing as the door behind him was locked by a sophisticated electronic system. Ferus’ room, which he deduced probably looked like all the other rooms, had nothing but two extremely strong doors on each side and a large holovid screen in the middle. For a moment he wished he had brought a thermal detonator with him, but he quickly concluded that detonating such an explosive within a small room would surely obliterate him as well.

The holovid came alive, stating in a robotic voice as it presented illustrative imagery: “IDENTITY CONFIRMED - FERUS VÚLFUR: MANDALORIAN / PARTNER - TRESSHK: TRANDOSHAN / PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: BE HUNTED FOR ZYGERRIAN ENTERTAINMENT / SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: DIE / PROBABILITY OF SURVIVAL: NULL / . . . / DISENGAGING ARENA ELECTRONIC LOCK.”

The inner door opened, revealing a large jungle-like environment uncommon to Zygerria. Towards the top was an enormous domed glass, wherein Ferus probably assumed the Zygerrians were eagerly watching. The jungle was massive, which explained why this particular place seemed much larger than the other palaces Ferus had seen as he descended into Zygerrian orbit. The cost of such a massive structure probably funded by an assortment of royal houses seeking a dastardly new way to have fun. Ferus’ dislike for aristocracy immediately turned into hatred.

“EXIT INTERMEDIARY ROOM IMMEDIATELY / FAILURE TO ENTER ARENA WILL RESULT IN INCINERATION.”

“Well shab…” Cursed Ferus.

 

[Tresshk]

When the armored mando walked into the large hall of the palace-like building, among the array of alien kind he would find, a large trandoshan would likely catch his eye. The reptilian was easily one of the tallest in the room, and was happily enjoying the commodities in the room, both in food and servants. He certainly seemed very comfortable, not that it would help this newcomer’s suspicions of the event. Even with his past experiences as a slave, Tresshk found no issue being among one of the most ancient and unsympathetic slaving empires. Given the way of his people, it was only natural for the strong hunters to be able to enslave the prizes they could catch. He himself was the product of a slaving deal with the Black Sun going awry...

The trandoshan seemed to have a deviously sharp smile about him, though it wasn’t so infectious as it probably had others wanting to keep space from him, a luxury the servant girl at his hip didn’t have. She certainly seemed uncomfortable, scared, but trained in her tolerance. And all in all, the trandoshan wasn’t being too aggressive with the togruta that he was having feed him some form of exotic fruit. It was almost cute, in a deranged way, that the servant was trying her best to get on her tiptoes just to reach the maw of the lethal contestant she was assigned to escort. Tresshk was having the time of his life here, and he was only more excited for the hunt that would be announced...

-"This will be a glorious time for you hunters! One that'll allow you to prove yourselves to the Zygerrian people! Several of our most prestigious houses will be here today, so make sure to leave a lasting impression!"-

Tresshk was certainly among the group of raucous cheering, though he would catch the mandalorian choosing to hold any such frivolity. He’d notice this one come in, one of the last to join, and he certainly had an air of hesitation about him. As much as Tresshk may have stood out given his size and tattooed form, it would be the signature mandalorian armor that would catch eyes much more so. Trandoshans were certain infamous throughout the galaxy, and their imposing presence would demand one’s caution. But a mandalorian? They were -legends-...and they commanded respect. Like many legends, Tresshk always wanted to see one in the thick of a fight, just like with Jedis, and he had an instinct to hunt one down...someday. It left him wondering if the armor was real Beskar, hoping the man behind it was at least real mandalorian.

It was then that they room was dismissed, and as the togruta tried to solemnly lead him off, Tresshk grasped her by the hips and pulled her up onto his shoulders. The small alien was almost too shocked to scream, and slowly her training set in to accept the situation and continue her duty, as she pointed forward, even with a blush if embarrassment. Tresshk himself was laughing along the way as he took her along to his room, but it was then the togruta finally and sternly stopped him.

“You stop here. I must go...” The togruta said, albeit meekly, yet the trandoshan pulled her down and patted her head some. She closed her eyes and seemed almost a bit somber, and the trandoshan actually leaned down and tipped her head up with his curled finger.

“I know what I want my prize to be. I’d bring you with me, ssshow you the exscitement of a hunt, but I doubt your massters would have that, hm?” He spoke, his voice confident and yet surprisingly soft in tone then, despite the rasp it have. The togruta simply shook her head, but Tresshk only chuckled and stood up.

“You be good now, I’d hate for anything to happen to ssuch a cute thing. Tsssk~, but perhapss I’ll see you tonight?” He said, and thought the togruta gave a light nod, she knew better. She knew the likelihood of seeing the trandoshan in anything other than a bodybag would be all but a zero chance possibility. Whether or not she personally wanted him to live wasn’t something that could be seen in her well-trained posture, nod that her assigned hunter had any reasonable suspicion of his situation. Still, the nod was enough to het him to move on then, moving into the room, before the doorway shut behind him. As the holovid beside him lit up the small room, Tresshk began to pull his BM-664 heavy blaster over his shoulder and prepare it for this hunt. It was a good hunting rifle, with the range and power to take down large game. And the weight of it wasn’t an issue for the sizable alien. At his hip was his A3 sidearm, just for the sake that he always had it on him. He didn’t bother bringing explosives along, but his bandolier still held his vibroknife and some extra gear, mostly some hunting tech, a tripwire and motion detector, some fibercord, and some extra ammo. He glanced to the screen then just to see what was in store for him, while he did checks on his rifle without needing to look.

-“IDENTITY CONFIRMED - TRESSHK: TRANDOSHAN / PARTNER - FERUS VÚLFUR: MANDALORIAN / PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: BE HUNTED FOR ZYGERRIAN ENTERTAINMENT / SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: DIE / PROBABILITY OF SURVIVAL: NULL / . . . / DISENGAGING ARENA ELECTRONIC LOCK.”-

Tresshk’s wyes widened some, yet he didn’t feel shock, nor even much of fear. Regret was menial...but it was excitement that was starting to surge through him, enough to outweigh the anger he had for this betrayal. Now THIS was a real hunt, the most dangerous game...

-“EXIT INTERMEDIARY ROOM IMMEDIATELY-“ -

The message meant nothing to Tresshk as he needed no cue to run out into the jungled arena, immediately breathing in the air, the biome reminding him a bit of the home he’d been pulled from long ago. A perfect environment for his kind to hunt in. A grin crossed his face as he already caught the scent of his partner, the mandalorian, nearby. It was really the only disappointment Tresshk felt, that he wouldn’t be going up against one of the galaxy’s best, one of the legends, but that didn’t matter too much. He got to hunt, and he got an audience...and he still would get to see if this warrior lived up to his kin’s stories. Tresshk couldn’t be happier right now, as he dashed through the trees to meet up with his partner.

@Ferus Vúlfur

 

[Ferus Vúlfur]

Ferus carefully moved through the jungle, inspecting the environment around him for any signs of movement as he attempted to meet up with his Trandoshan partner. Of all the standard habitable planetary environs, the jungle was absolutely Ferus’ least favorite. If he could, he’d prefer to move fastly atop the treetops. However, not only did he lack the nimbleness to do so, but most trees would never be able to support the sheer weight of an armed and heavily armored heavyweight Mandalorian. These facts were only further incentive to link up with this Tresshk, considering Trandosha was an arboreal planet, maybe the evolutionary traits of his partner might mean the difference between life and death.

The Mandalorian had noticed Tresshk among the crowd during the Zygerrian’s discourse. A tall and burly tattooed figure, Tresshk possessed the massive natural height of his species. He’d be an ideal fighting partner.

The crack of a branch to his southwest immediately arrested Ferus’ line of thought. He grasped his A280C, pretending to have failed to notice his stalker’s poor attempt at tracking the verdgoran. He listened attentively, managing to grasp the distinguished sound of footsteps hidden among the natural noise of the jungle. “One… two… three… four.” He concluded, but the pattern of the footsteps held more to be known. One among them was soft in walking, while the other three had the rhythmic and mechanical walking of droids.

The stalkers reeled when Ferus turned toward their location and allowed his rifle to fire a continuous suppressive barrage of blaster fire in their direction. Knowing his assailants would probably take some time to recover from his attack, the Mandalorian rushed into the trees, charging his enemies as he switched his blaster rifle for his Foe-Sweeper. Hugging the trees, he moved from cover to cover with a discipline drilled into his brain by a lifetime of training. However, the adrenaline rush of life-or-death combat always addled the brain of organics, and the Mandalorian failed to notice a vital auditory cue.

A destroyed B1 Battle Droid confirmed that Ferus’ spray had been precise, bolstering the confidence of his rush. Ferus quickly spotted another droid among the trees trying to place a shot, but the reaction time and precision of such an ancient model must have diminished with time. Ferus raised his weapon and allowed another shot out, blasting the droids’ head clean off. A blaster bolt zoomed to his left, missing him completely. But the Mandalorian didn’t miss that easily. With a simple turn, he faced the last droid and allowed two shots to ring out, destroying the mechanical chassis.

While the last droid fell to the ground, causing a loud thud, Ferus managed to catch some movement with the corner of his eye. “Too slow,” he thought to himself as he tried to target his last enemy. Another blaster flew, but this one landed precisely on the Mandalorian’s beskar. Ferus managed to catch a glimpse of the perpetrator, a Zygerrian armed with a rifle. Although the sturdy Vúlfurian armor absorbed the damage, the laws of physics demanded that the force of the impact be distributed among Ferus’ body, and his weapon inevitably fell.

The Zygerrian readied another shot, but he was no blasterslinger. In the space of time the slaver took to aim, Ferus had already drawn his Peacemaker and allowed a clean shot to fly out. The Mandalorian grabbed his Foe-Sweeper from the ground, cleaning it from the jungles’ dirt as the Zygerrian’s body slumped down, a fuming blaster hole wherein his left eye used to be.

Unfortunately, there was no time to revel in the victory of the hunt. Ferus had missed an important detail as he blitzed his last prey, as he would quickly realize. A massive barrage of blaster fire spread across him, which Ferus inevitably concluded could only come from a rotary blaster cannon. Luckily, only a single shot landed in his armor, nearly knocking him to the ground with sheer force, saved only by his meticulously-crafted armor and the sheer size of the Mandalorian giant. Ferus hit the deck, taking cover behind some large rocks, knowing he could not engage this unknown enemy.

"I'm kriffing pinned," he angrily concluded. There is no way the Vúlfurian could rush such a powerful and fast-firing weapon without at least one of the shots landing somewhere unarmored, causing massive damage and putting the Mandalorian out of the fight. Ferus would need to be careful about his next move…

For now, as the barrage of the canon stormed around him, Ferus could only hope the commotion he had caused would attract the attention of his Trandoshan partner.

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk continued to breathe in the scents of the forest, catching the moving path of a human, as he came past the large metal door in which he presumed his partner had entered the arena from. He was on the right trail, at least, quickly moving off into the jungle along the Mandalorian’s movement. He knew this man would have a significant amount of weight to throw around in combat, but he also certainly had a literal amount of weight to carry with his Beskar and modicum of attachments and weapons. That meant as light-footed as this Ferus Vúlfur wanted to travel, his movements left all-too-clear of a trail for the trandoshan’s keen senses and training. Ironically it may serve to his benefit, as the hunter this time was on Ferus’s side, but he would keep a note that the Mando would be trackable throughout the arena most likely. It may have seemed an issue, but Tresshk only grinned at this. This Mandalorian would be a perfect piece of bait.

As he came to a brush covered ridge, more scents hit his nose, and he crawled up between the bushes, pulling his rifle forward and looking down the scope at the situation ahead. That’s when blasterfire began to echo out across the area, the smell of burnt metal soon following in the air. Tresshk’s scope whipped over to the scene, watching as some old clunkers of battle droids were getting dropped, and following the shots back to the Mandalorian he’d been assigned to. So this was the famed warrior culture in action? Tresshk’s eyes narrowed some as he caught a view of a zygerrian working at a wristpad, seeming to order the battledroids to flank up on the Mandalorian, to little avail. He then noticed another rather large zygerrian moving up behind Ferus, lugging a rotary cannon along with him, as well as his own belly, much of his size going to his portly middle. A tinge of jealousy hit Tresshk’s subconscious, believing these warriors found the Mandalorian as a better prize than himself, focusing on hunting the armored man. Fine, he’d watch and see if the Mando could prove it...for now.

The droids dropped, and despite the predicament the hunter had put Ferus in, soon so did their controller. But the battle it seemed had taken the beskar-plated warriors full attention, understandably so, as rotary bolts strafed across his back armor, sending him stumbling forward, but otherwise unharmed.

“That’ss real bessskar alright.” Tresshk muttered to himself, but his concentrating frown soon curled onto a grin. He’d seen enough, it was time to give his partner a hand...

“Come on out, mando! I just wanna mount yer pretty, armored head in my trophy room, heh heh heh...” The hefty zygerrian called out, having one large snaggletooth in his grin as he stomped forward, his weapon up and spinning. The large male was focused on the prize before him, blasting across the rocks every few intervals just to remind the Mando he was pinned down. Unfortunately, his overzealous focus would cost him, as his ears flicked to catch some commotion behind him just too late. A scaled hand shot forward and came around his neck, lifting the prideful hunter into the air by a choking grasp. The large zygerrian was nothing compared to the massive trandoshan’s size that was now right up behind him, and though he seemed more lankiness than just a mass of muscle, it was clear just how strong the trandoshan was as he held the portly zygerrian up with one arm.

The once confident male had turned to choked whimpers and pleas, each falling on deaf earholes at the side of the trandoshan’s head. Tresshk’s other hand came up to his prey’s face, muffling the last struggles of this once-hunter before an audible snap left the scene quiet. Then Ferus heard footsteps approaching him again.

“I don’t asssume you owe me a life debt now, szzzk, do you?” Tresshk called out to the other side, yet he kept his hand at the pistol on his hip, just in case. It was clear the Mando’s partner was joking. He likely had only the slightest knowledge of the warrior culture, but it seemed he carried on that carefree nature from the grand hall even into here, into an arena THEY were being hunted in.

@Ferus Vúlfur @JMSix

 

[Ferus Vúlfur]

Ferus sighed in relief when he heard the sound of the rotary blaster cannon stop and the snap of his assailant’s last breath. The Mandalorian took a second to reassess himself, identifying the quality of his life and equipment, confirming everything remained operable. When he determined his condition as efficient, the armored verdgoran emerged from his cover to the sight of the Trandoshan looking at him. Tresshk looked like a dangerous soldier, one of the types who the Mandalorian are known to produce. Ferus knew he had a good partner.

“I don’t asssume you owe me a life debt now, szzzk, do you?”

The Trandoshan’s humor hit Ferus like a Stormtrooper being Force pushed straight into a wall. The Mandalorian had just left a period of complete social isolation into a world of varied personalities, and his social interactions have been extremely limited at best. “Mandalorians don’t swear life debts.” He retorted, completely unable to decide if the Trandoshan was earnest or just delivering a snarky retort. Underneath the heavy beskar helmet, Ferus could not help but make an extremely puzzled face. However, the helmet allowed Tresshk to see only the stoic t-visor of armor forged according to a tradition millennia-old.

“But…” Ferus added awkwardly afterward, as if unsure on how to proceed. “You fought like a true wherda verda.” He stopped abruptly, realizing the Trandoshan probably did not speak his peoples' tongue. “A shadow warrior.” The Mandalorian nodded in approval, the most appropriate thank you that he could formulate. “You are my partner. We shall fight well together.”

The Mandalorian scanned the environment, attempting to decipher if any enemies were approaching again. He could hear gunshots elsewhere, so others were being attacked at a similar time. Ferus briefly theorized on the nature of the whole ordeal. Perhaps all groups would be progressively engaged by periodic and increasingly violent attacks? Or maybe they’d face attacks based on the perception of their strength? “Doesn’t matter,” he concludes with a thought. The most important factor is the Zygerrians must have some form of advanced detection system over the arena, capable of tracking their progress and displaying their misadventures to the spectating royals. This could mean they will eventually fight something they don't have the firepower to kill…

“We need to escape.” Ferus thought. He refocused on his environment, finishing his thought process as quickly as he had tanked the Trandoshan. There is no one out there. He diverts his eyes a final time to the Trandoshan.

“I’ve got a very good idea,” Ferus broke the split second of silence and then stated to his partner, with a voice whose hints of confusion had evaporated.

@Tresshk @Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

-“You fought like a true wherda verda.”-

Tresshk just arched his scaled brow with some obvious confusion. He expected some sort of warrior's bravado from the Mandalorian, but he mostly just felt awkwardness coming from the man's robotic tone through his helmet. It perplexed him some as he listened to the fighter explain himself further, but it only made the Trandoshan chuckle at Ferus's stoic demeanor.

"Lissten, pal, don't expect me to be too ssneaky. Sure I can be a hunter, but it'ss ssso much more fun to take an opponent head on." Tresshk explained himself some as he moved back over to the now-dead zygerrian, grinning wide with his white teeth glinting under the artificial light. He picked up the rotary cannon and began to inspect it with clear appreciation for the destructive tool. A few moments of silence later, Ferus seeming to have been in thought while Tresshk hoisted up his new weapon, he heard the Mandalorian speak again.

-“I’ve got a very good idea.”-

Tresshk turned back to Ferus with an intrigued look, clearly interested in whatever plan this shiny-armored, assumedly human man had come up with.

"Oh do tell. I'm jussst -dying- to hear what's going on in that tin can of yours." The Trandoshan said, even reaching forward to knock playfully on the helmet, though he expected his partner to swat his arm away. His tone was clearly joking, playful even, but there was a seriousness to it as well. However nonchalant the Trandoshan seemed to be, he wasn't teasing Ferus at all. He genuinely wanted to hear just how the warrior thought, and what specifically he had in mind, so he could gauge just what kind of fighter this Mandalorian was.

@Ferus Vúlfur

 

[Ferus Vúlfur]

Ferus’ eyes trailed as Tresshk lifted his new rotary blaster, somewhat wishing he had one himself. Perhaps a future acquisition. The Trandoshan closed the gap between the two, reaching to knock on his beskar helmet. However, Ferus did not move to swat his hand away. The Trandoshan’s movement did not seem aggressive to the Mandalorian, and he thought it perfectly reasonable that he’d be curious about his armor.

“Tin is not usable for armor-weaving, it’s soft and easily bendable. Although it’s a silvery metal similar much like the one used to forge this armor, I would never use tin for anything but alloying.” The verdgoran explained, unable to deduce that the Trandoshan did not truly believe his helmet was made of tin.

“I can’t exactly be sneaky either.” Ferus noted as he pounded his chestplate, the metallic resounding sound of beskar filling the ambiance. “That’s about 25 kilograms of beskar right there. The weight is exactly why I need you. See this?” He said as he pointed toward the rocket at the tip of his jetpack. “This is our way out of here.”

“I’m willing to bet this is a game we can’t win. A game designed to be unwinnable. They’ll keep throwing increasingly dangerous foes at us until we’re either exhausted or they’ve grown bored. Then they’ll probably flood this place with liquid fuel and incinerate us.” Ferus said as he paced around the grass of the jungle, allowing the rhythm of his steps to match the rhythm of his thoughts. “They’re probably watching us closely from up there.” He pointed toward the domed glass at the very top of the arena. “That’s why I need you to get up on a tree, so you can find a clearing… a place where I can launch this here rocket right up their faces. Then we just leave through the hole we’ve opened, blasting all the aristocrats who attempt to stop us on our way.” He smiled behind his helmet. This was an incredibly risky plan but it seemed like the only possible way out, considering just how thick the outer walls of the arena were, and he was willing to hazard a guess that Tresshk would like the destructive nature of it.

“Sounds…” Ferus attempted to conclude his explanation with a question, nonetheless a loud thudding interrupted his words. His head turned quickly towards the sound just in time to see something massive. Emerging from the trees of the jungle was a four-legged droid tank, an ancient LM-432 crab droid that was as dangerous as it was old, his twin-linked blaster cannons probably strong enough to vaporize even Ferus’ beskar. The Mandalorian gritted his teeth, knowing fully well this would be a much tougher fight. His instincts took over once again, immediately diving for cover as his brain attempted to figure out a way to take down his hulking assailant. The crab began firing his destrucitve weaponry, and with each shot a new crater formed on the arena's ground. “Got any ideas, partner?” He screamed as he began to gather explosives from the pockets of his duster.

@Tresshk

 

[Tresshk]

-“Tin is not usable for armor-weaving, it’s soft and easily bendable.”-

The huge Trandoshan just scoffed some as he held back a laugh, shaking his head some. This legendary warrior had to he a great fighter, since he hardly seemed good at anything else. Here Tresshk had thought he was socially handicapped. He had a little more faith now that be was approachable enough...but his craziness and wicked grin still did their part in giving him the Trandoshan treatment of social distancing. At least this Mandalorian character didn’t seem to mind him, and it was fun to hear what came from his mouth next. It was like a droid pretending to be a Mandalorian!

-“This is our way out of here.”-

Tresshk stared over the missile with intrigue and desire, his eyes following the curves of the ordinance like a none-too-shy twi’lek dancer.

“I’m sssurprised they let you keep that. Hsssk, but I’d hardly mind sshowing them their misstake. Hehssk. What’ss the range on that baby? Payload? Iss it timed or contact-based? Who made-...” Tresshk began to bombard him with question of interest when suddenly the whirring machinations of the crab droid came from the tree line, properly taking his attention as heavy laserfire came their way. He was quick to duck down with Ferus.

-“Got any ideas, partner?”-

“Rarely. I’m guesssing using that missile iss out of the quesstion? If you need a way to get up close with your chargess there, I’ve heard I’m a pretty dissstracting hunk of scalesss~. Hehehehssk” Tresshk grinned wide as he lifted the rotary blaster, winking down at the smaller armor-clad warrior. Revving it up, he turned around the boulder and let lose a hail of bolts, many impacting against the droid’s armored plating, and receiving a response from the heavy blasters at the chin of the deadly war machine.

@JMSix