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ORD MANTELL CITY OUTSKIRTS, LOCAL TIME: 1932
"Bring me back my daughter.." The transmission said, its holographic image fuzzy and unclear though the verbal message was anything but vague.
Maelibus pressed a button on the datapad and flicked off the image. Golden eyes scanning through the horizon as he relied on the Personav navigator to pinpoint his exact position. Out nestled in the midst of forestlands and mountains, it would be a daunting task to hunt down these traffickers. Seems that several young women got caught up in a shame spice running operation, parading around when in fact it was to lure the girls and sell them for slavery. A clever scheme, the Khaleesh nodded to himself but one that he would likely have to usurp. He didn't prefer doing these bounties, after all, he was a worshiper of the dark side and preferred to keep to his meditation and his studies. Relic runs were always fun, but then again, none of those aforementioned activities paid any credits, and he had a voracious appetite.
Maelibus moved through forestlands, nothing but his silk pants as the barechested phenom migrated towards the gang's last known location. Arriving approximately 200 yards from an abandoned campground up ahead, his feet snapped a few twigs on the ground before he heard a low growling noise. Stopping, sulfuric eyes shifted sideways and scanned the periphery, dense trees and brush obscuring his vision until a thudding of foot steps resonated from nearby. Activating his guard, hands curled tightly around the war-hammer shaft but before he could bring it into an offensive stance, an obscure armored figure leaped from the shoulder high brush and tackled him to the unwelcoming ground. The creature, a Mantellian Savrip was ferocious and hungry to feast; it snapped it snout towards the Khaleesh who was now grounded, maintaining his forearm bashed at the neck of the beast as it held it at bay. Unable to swing the war-hammer due to such close proximity, Maelibus relinquished his grip on the weapon and instead formed a tight fist with his right hand. He smashed it towards the skull of the creature, knocking it off him and to the side.
He roared with a palpable anger, rising to his full height only to be bested again in size by the large monstrosity. Maelibus spat on the ground, taunting the creature to engage further. Eager to duel, his confidence suddenly dropped with several other growls emanated from the region, signaling that perhaps this Savrip wasn't alone. With the realization that he may have to engage multiple foes, his eyes quickly darted to the crimson lightsaber still strapped to his waist, perhaps he would require it at some point today. The beast lurched forwards and Maelibus stepped in front with his left leg, using his arms to dead-lock the monster and attempt to overpower it.
This was shaping up to be an interesting day...
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