Open Ryloth What Lies Beneath?

[Galen Havard]

Spoiler: OOC

Open to anyone who would like to join! Any characters out looking to do a good deed and might have heard the distress signal or someone out looking to get paid by TaggeCo. etc. I wrote this character up last year and have never used him until now, trying him out to see if I like writing with him

Outer Rim Territories: Ryloth

The boarding ramp of Galen’s 3-Z Light Freighter lowered and hit the dirt beneath with a small thud. Galen stood at the top of the ramp, staring out from the plateau where his ship sat and into the forests beneath.

Ryloth was as hot and humid as he remembered. Already the air clung to him, and he could feel sweat beginning to form on his brow.

“I won’t be gone long,” Galen said as Flint, his longtime pet, scrambled to his side. Flint was a fwit and had been with Galen a number of years now. He wasn’t anything to look at, and Galen would be the first one to admit that. fwits were downright ugly. Some might even say hideous. But ugly as he was, Flint made a good companion, and Galen was lucky to have him around.

“Look after the ship for me while I’m gone, alright?” he instructed the creature, petting its long, floppy ears before descending the ship’s boarding ramp.

His destination was a mining station run by the Tagge Company.

This mining station was relatively new but had already produced a healthy amount of ryll ore. As it grew closer, Galen could see that it resembled a mining camp more than it did a station. The Tagge Company was eager to see it grow and develop, small as it was now, and that was why Galen had been called in. Mining had come to a halt several days ago.

A handful of miners had entered the mines one morning six days ago and had never come out. The miners that remained above ground refused to enter the mines again and were threatening to leave and find other work. Some claimed they heard screams coming from the mines, while others claimed it was cursed. Still, others told stories of monsters that lived beneath the earth.

One of the missing miners had managed to send out a distress signal from somewhere within the depths of the mine. Several do-gooders and Tagge agents had already answered its call, but they had not been seen either since entering the mine.

A blue Chagrian by the name of Maro was overseeing the mining operation. Galen had seen him around before, on other jobs for the Tagge Company. He was a man of few words, gruff and tall. He already stood by the entrance to the mine, awaiting Galen apparently.

“Any updates?” Galen asked as he approached, peering into the dark hole.

“Miners go in, don’t come out,” the Chagrian replied, crossing his arms.

Not exactly anything Galen didn’t already know. “So I’ve been called in to do what no one else has been able to,” he smirked.

Maro laughed heartily, the sound reverberating from deep within his throat. It was an unsettling sound. “You’ve been called in because you’re the only one stupid enough to go in.” He shrugged. “And you’re expendable, if you ask me.”

Galen pursed his lips. “Right.” That did sound more accurate. He took a deep breath and prepared to enter the mines, and whatever awaited him within its depths.

​

 

[Laren Vano]

Laren was on a mission. Well kind of. The mission was more of just a 'hey find out why people are missing over here' so it may be a mission after all. The Mandalorian was not really fond of the idea but money was good. His contact was one of the mining supervisors at the camp. It was time for Laren to meet them and get the job started,

Once the Mandalorian had arrived on Ryloth, he brought the Medium Freighter Wayfarer named The Unforced to the coordinates given to him. After arriving he landed his ship and got ready to leave his ship. His droids BD-3 and Cryptic, the super tac droid, were to remain on the ship. Mainly to feed the two Nexu he had been raising.

"Stay with the ship you two. I'll be back later, I always keep my word."

BD-3 would reply with his common beeps and boops. Cryptic capable of multiple languages would reply for the both of the droid, even though Laren can understand the droid language.

"We trust you Laren, your probability of returning from the knowledge I have is 56% but you have proven to beat my odds time and time again."

The comment brought a smirk to the young Mando as he was on his way out of the ship, down the ramp and onto the soil. The camp was only a short distance away. As the Mandalorian was making his way to find the contact he could see in the distance a guy walking into the mines. Were there others that were hired? Would have been good to know before he took the job. For his safety and theirs.

Once he came across the contact he would ignore the briefing they were trying to give him. Once it sounded like they were done he turned to them and said,

"That guy that came through, he better not try anything funny. I just wanna go, kill bad thing, get paid, leave. Understood? If not, you'll find out what happens."

Laren was off. Making his way to the mines he would crack his knuckles and prepare for what lied ahead.

 

[Galen Havard]

Galen stood there, staring into the mine yet unable to see anything past the entrance. It was dark inside. His feet didn’t seem to want to move.

Maro’s deep voice broke his concentration. “You going in or what?”

“Yes, of course.” The young rogue stood tall and took a single step toward the entrance to the mine.

“Good luck.”

Galen flashed him a playful grin over his shoulder. “Aw. You do care, don’t you? I thought we made a connection when we first met, you and I.”

The large Chagrian just stood there in silence, his arms still crossed in silent disapproval. Unsmiling. Perhaps aggravating him wasn’t the best idea.

Turning back toward his objective, Galen stepped out of the light of day and into the uncertainty of the mine. It was only a matter of a few steps before he was engulfed in darkness.

Good thing I brought this, he thought to himself, reaching for the glowrod that hung from his belt. Best 10 credits I ever spent. Well, maybe. He glanced about the mine, now illuminated by the glowing yellow light of the glowrod.

The setup was primitive, but it was workable. Unlit lights hung from the beams across the mine’s ceiling, electrical wires and chords running the length of the mine. The mine had had light, but there was no power running to it now. Someone or something had seen to that.

Galen’s eyes wandered to his shadow on the cavern wall, then to the shadow behind his. He froze and stared at the large, tall shadow of a figure.

As the shadow moved, Galen spun around on his heel, his hand already reaching for his blaster. A Mandalorian was walking toward him from the entrance of the mine.

Well, that was embarrassing.

“Sorry. You startled me,” Galen admitted with a small chuckle. He gestured to their surroundings. “I suppose they hired you too?”

@Scoobert

 

[Laren Vano]

The walk to the mine was actually quite short compared to the camp. Not a lot to the mine either. It was pretty simple, there was the wall and then a big hole in it for the entrance. The least the could have done was some signs but I guess when you're working here for a while you just learn your way around. It was fine, Laren had a received a mapped layout of the mine shafts, and tunnels. Now the Mando would make his way into the mines.

There was a figure not far in. He seemed scared of the dark. Had glowstick and all. It was funny, especially when Laren made it directly behind him. The poor guy almost pissed himself. Laren held back his laughter as he would answer the man.

"Yes, they hired me. Mandalorians tend to get the job done more often than not. The name is Laren Vano, call me Laren. You are?"

This would be the part where he says his name. Laren was fond of the hilarity of scared people but for right now the focus would be what is killing people in these mines. Taking a look around, with his helmet flashlight on, as he listened he would notice that the place had a tunnel to left that would lead down deeper. This was the best bet as most creatures in tunnels like the depths of the cold air and dirt.

@llamallove

 

[Galen Havard]

Great. Now I look like an idiot in front of the big, bad Mandalorian, Galen thought to himself. Oh, well. It wasn’t the first time he’d looked like an idiot, and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last.

Anyway, whatever the Mandalorian did or didn’t think of him was beside the point. The two of them were there for the same thing, and that was what mattered: credits.

To save the miners and reinstate the mine so work could continue and TaggeCo could harvest more ryll, yes... but mostly to get paid. And to get paid, the job had to get done.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Laren,” he replied, offering a bright smile to go along with the introductions but doubtful that he’d be able to save face now. “I’m Galen.”

Galen had not met many Mandalorians, but he had heard plenty of stories about them. Their prowess in battle was legendary, their skills (more often than not) unmatched. Time spent reading in the libraries of the Jedi had taught him of ancient Mandalorians, trained to hunt and kill Jedi. They had been good at it. Very good.

If he knew one thing, it was not to underestimate a Mandalorian, and he did not intend to make that mistake.

“I can’t argue with that,” Galen agreed, turning toward the tunnel that had caught Laren’s attention. It appeared to lead them deeper into the earth. “But since we’re both already here, we might as well work together, right? We’ll get paid the same either way.”

He started the descent deeper into the mine. Over his shoulder he said, “Nice suit by the way.”

@Scoobert

 

[Laren Vano]

Following the scared shitless named Galen, the Mandalorian was watching the walls and ground beneath him. There could be any signs of danger nearby, usually there were tracks or markings on the walls that would show that something dangerous was in here. There were no signs just yet thankfully.

"It's beskargram. Not a suit. Please do not ever call it a suit. What you have on, yes. Me? No. Now keep your eyes peeled. Could be the last words you say."

The other guy seemed to be eager to make money, but it isn't always about the money. Sometimes you can make a good ally with stuff like this. Not always the case in these situations but regardless of the outcome, experience goes into this. Laren was one for learning weaknesses. He was a great fighter, and excellent warrior. The fact he's doing these side jobs was only so he can see new places and learn some new stuff.

Galen was right about one thing. The credits were an equal value. As long as there was some sort of compensation for coming out this way. Laren was big on the payment portion, but the safety of the innocent is also what mattered. Hopefully the man named Galen could see that as well. It was an important piece of the puzzle.

@llamallove

 

[Galen Havard]

Don’t call the Mandalorian’s armor a “suit.”

Galen would remember that. It seemed to be a touchy subject. Perhaps that was the case with all Mandalorian. Galen had yet to meet enough of them to know. He was sure Laren would not be the last Mandalorian he would encounter on his journeys, but Laren would be one of a kind.

Hopefully the rogue would manage to make a better first impression on the next Mandalorian he encountered.

“Aye, aye,” he replied to the Mandalorian’s final words, a warning to keep his eyes peeled. He snapped his fingers as if exasperated. “Shoot. I’d hate for ‘aye, aye’ to be my last words either.”

He chucked to himself, doubtful that Laren would find his comment amusing. Laren seemed to be the strong, silent type. Galen himself had to admit that his joke hadn’t been all that funny. It was subpar at best, and probably not even that.

Still, Galen did as Laren suggested. He kept his eyes peeled. All jokes aside, you’d be a fool not to keep your wits about you in a place like this.

The deeper they traveled, the hotter it got. Galen wiped at the sweat on his brow. “I don’t know how you stand it in that su...armor. It’s like a nanowave stove in here.”

He stopped. His boots had hit something below with a soft thud. Flashing his glowrod toward his feet, he said, “I think I found one of the miners.”

The miner was lying face down on the floor of the mine. Kneeling down, Galen rolled the man over and felt for a pulse, a formality more than a necessity. It was obvious the man was dead.

He was covered with cuts, tares, and stab wounds. But not from a knife. He was a mess of dirt and his own blood.

@Scoobert

 

[Laren Vano]

Well any doubts of the man's arrogance were surely just waved off as the words continued to pour out of his mouth. Snarky remarks were going to get him no where good real soon if he were to keep it up. The joke he tried to make was so bad that even children wouldn't have laughed at the remark. Laren ignored it as most would have. The heat of the mines were great, but bearable with the cooling system the armor had underneath. How else would using the flamethrower work?

"I'm fine. The heat is great but the smart Mandalorians have a way to cool off their bodies. As well as warm up when it gets cold."

Laren would have made a sly remark toward the man Galen, but it seemed to be that the guy had come across a dead miner. The body had cuts, tares, stabs. None of which would come from a person. This was the handy work of a beast of some kind. Which beast was still in question. Laren was not well acquainted with this planet so the wildlife was still not well known.

"What do you think caused this? By the looks of it, how many do you think there are?"

Calm questions came from the Mandalorian, waiting to know exactly what the pair was going to deal with. How many as well. It was vital to know this information or at least as much of it as possible to prepare a game plan or course of action against the foe. Strategy was a good part of hunting down the target, when you take that strategic advantage away, the enemy is able to capitalize on the weaknesses of the hunters.. making them the prey.

@llamallove

 

[Galen Havard]

”I don’t know,” Galen answered, frowning as he stared down into the face of the dead miner. The dead man stared back at him, his eyes open and lifeless. Cold. “Some kind of animal.”

There was no time to haul his corpse out of the mine for a proper burial, so Galen slid his fingers gently over the man’s eyelids and closed them. It was the least he could do.

“There’s got to be at least half a dozen or more stab wounds. They’re random, no method to them.”

Standing back up, he looked around. There were marks in the dirt, as if something had been drug through it. They’d found the dead man face down, and there was dirt underneath his fingernails. Not that that was anything out of the ordinary for a miner. Dirt was par for the course.

“I think he was attacked deeper in the mine but somehow managed to get away. He crawled his way here before succumbing to his wounds.”

Galen dusted his hands off on his pants before clearing his throat. “I guess you were right about keeping our eyes peeled.”

There was still only one thing to do: descend deeper into the mine, and there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

They walked in silence for some time, only the sound of their footsteps to fill the air between them. “So were you born a Mandalorian or were you a foundling?” Galen eventually asked, before adding, “If you don’t mind my asking. You don’t have to answer of course.”

He wouldn’t blame the man if he wanted to keep his own personal life to himself.

@Scoobert

 

[Laren Vano]

Laren noticed this atrocity that has been committed in the mines. Poor miner just doin his job. Now the Mandalorian was stuck in here trying to figure out what could have killed the man. As Galen pointed out the wounds were all over. No method, no particular spot targeted. It wasn’t a person. At least not a sane one. Most likely the likes of a beast of some sort, but what?

Then Galen spoke of Laren being right about keeping his eyes peeled. Well of course he was right. When you’ve hunted since you were a child, peeled eyes are the only eyes when you go to deal with problems such as this.

“Of course I’m right, would you really doubt the words of a Mandalorian? Especially one of my caliber? Come on Galen, let’s figure out what’s down there.”

The silence of the two walking was deafening. A person with ADHD would have lost their mind. Laren on the other hand enjoyed it, it was peaceful and good for getting his head right. Then the silence was broken. Galen asked if Laren’s history as a Mandalorian. He clearly knew enough about the history of the Mandalorian race to know the term for their adopted warriors, Foundlings. Laren would answer his question,

“I was born by the leader of my clan. My father and mother were both born Mandalorians. I was the second son. My elder brother, Rakiss is out there doing his thing. He and I are the last of our name.. Our clan diminished to few. I have trained Foundlings, but myself. I am born, raised, and will forever be a pure blood Mandalorian.”

Galen was curious as most people get. Laren figured talking about it would give him something to focus on other than silence. Plus, it was nice having someone other than droids to speak to. A person could only spend so long with a super tac droid before their voice gets repetitive.

 

[Chysim Reech]

Chysim listened in on the two others that were offered the same job as him. He usually wasn’t one to creep in the shadows but he always liked getting an edge on the competition. The Mandalorian was very attached to her family, which he could respect. The other guy could serve as nice bait when the time was right, but other than that these two seemed to be like seasoned adventurers that could be competent enough to work with Chysim.

He stepped out of his spot in the shadows, his modified cycler rifle was slung over his big shoulders while his DE-10 was placed in a holster across Chysim’s torso. The Trandoshan’s black trench coat really did blend in with the dark. He wasn’t much of a talker so he grunted to make his presence known and folded his arms. “So I’m not working by myself? Hm…” The giant bipedal lizard looked over the two for a final time and grinned. He had a feeling they’d prove useful.

“Chysim Reech, at your service…for now.” He inclined his head into a respectful bow towards the two. Then, he looked over at the Mando. “Family is honor. Honor is life. Or that’s what my ol’ pops used to say.” The old space cowboy kneeled over the dead miner and examined the wounds. Chysim was a natural hunter- he’d find whoever did this in no time. “Better watch your backs. I don’t think this poor feller did.”

 

[Galen Havard]

Galen chuckled to himself and replied, "No. No, I wouldn't doubt the word of a Mandalorian." If he did, it could very well be the last thing he ever did. "I don't want to kick off just yet. There's still a lot of the galaxy that I'd like to see."

The silence of the mine had been unsettling, even a little unnerving in the aftermath of finding a dead body covered in blood. Fortunately, Laren was willing to talk about his past, and Galen was content to listen. Laren struck him as a man of action, not words, so he didn't dare interrupt the Mandalorian as he spoke of his heritage and his family. It wasn't every day that you got to hear about Mandalorian life from a Mandalorian.

Laren had been born a Mandalorian, and he carried himself with confidence. It was a reassuring quality to have in a companion, especially when you were descending into a mine toward the unknown.

The young rogue opened his mouth to ask Laren another question but instead reached for his blaster when he spotted movement in the shadows. A tall figure stepped out of the darkness of the mine, and as he moved into the light he was revealed to be a trandoshan. A tall trandoshan, well over seven feet tall with pale, leathery skin. His eyes had the appearance of fire, definitely not the sort of thing you wanted creeping up on you in the dark.

Galen was ready to shoot the surprise visitor first and ask questions later, but instead, the giant lizard introduced himself. As he spoke, it became clear that his purpose for being here aligned with their own: to find out what was killing the miners. Galen holstered his blaster and nodded at the trandoshan, Chysim Reech by name. "Galen Havard," he introduced himself, staring up at him.

Well, their numbers were growing, and that was in their favor. That had to be a good sign, right?

@Scoobert @Kell Rook

 

[Laren Vano]

The trip was good so far. Only found one dead body. Usually meant that the thing killing miners was either doing it really deep in the mines, or it ate it’s victims more often then not. Can’t really tell until you find the thing though. Laren heard large feet behind him, but ignored it. His armor would protect him from a blaster shit to the back or head. His reflexes were on par with the likes of the best warriors and assassins. Laren wasn’t worried. The likes of whoever was behind him wasn’t dangerous enough to worry about. If they wanted Laren dead, they would’ve shot by now.

The second of the pair, Galen, on the other hand had freaked when he heard a grunt and drew his blaster to aim at whoever was behind them. A pretty common and typical reaction in most newcomers who work in bounty hunting. Laren didn’t blame him. If he were younger and still fresh to the gigs, he would’ve reacted the same way. Some of his skill level still do.

The Mandalorian turned around in an annoyed manner and found the likes of an ugly lizard man. The species commonly known as Trandoshan. They were a strong species, might take a little longer than the average joe to kill, but nonetheless still subject to death. Besides, who would want to chance a duel against a Mandalorian? That’s like begging for an ass whooping.

“Name’s Laren Vano.. try one thing to screw me over.. I’ll feed you to whatever beast is down here.. got it?”

The Mando was making sure his dominance was established. Most would chalk it up to ego, or LDS if they were foolish enough. In reality it was for their own safety. If you cross a warrior such as a Mandalorian, majority of the time you’ll end up in bad shape.. or dead. If that was something that was worth trying, then by all means let em try. Though, Laren hasn’t lost a fight yet, there could always be a chance.

In this moment though, the Trandoshan named Chysim Reech was not trying to kill them. He could play into Laren’s plan later, the lizard could be bait, or as a cover shooter. Either way worked for Laren. The Mandalorian nodded toward the path he was going down and said,

“After you.. Reech. Lead us down, I hate being followed.”

@llamallove @Kell Rook

 

[Chysim Reech]

Chysim wasn’t sure why the Mando seemed to be a little distrustful around him. The only Mando he’s killed was more of a bully than an actually Mandalorian. He remembered the fight like the back of his hand- the idiot went to stab him so Chysim simply grabbed the other guy’s arms and ripped them off. Then he stole his gun as a token- and that’s how Mr. Reech came into the ownership of his trusty DE-10.

The pale Trandoshan nodded and and led the way down further into the mines, he didn’t a flashlight as he had thermal vision, so if anything was living down here, he’d see it. He smelled the air again and paused. That’s a lot of blood…He pulled out his DE-10 and continued further down, at a slower pace this time. “I think the other miners are down their- the smell of blood is almost overwhelming.” Chysim grunted. “Just…do as I say and I think you’ll all be fine. We’ve got a Mando and a gunslinger- along with myself, that gives us some good odds.” He smiled back at the others before continuing on down the shaft until he stepped on an eviscerated pair of miners- though from all the damage and blood, they could’ve been easily mistaken to be just one corpse instead of two.

“Hm…” He began scourging for tracks to see how big the creature- Or creatures -were. He got the feeling that whatever was doing this could be watching them right now, and if it was cold blooded then it would be a little harder for Chysim to see with his inferred vision. “What exactly do you two think did this? I’ve never been to Ryloth, so I don’t know anything about it’s wild life.”

@llamallove @Scoobert

 

[Galen Havard]

Per the Mandalorian's suggestion, Chysim Reech led the way deeper into the mine. Silence settled over the three men: a Mandalorian, a gunslinger, and a Trandoshan. The galaxy truly was a melting pot, and although the three men came from different backgrounds, this mission brought them together, for present. The passageway forked a second time, and they followed the Trandoshan's lead. did. Galen, not one for following orders, didn't like the Trandoshan's "do as I say" comment, but he would play along for the time being. Chysim seemed to be onto something, or rather smelling something in the air.

Gross, Galen thought to himself, his nose wrinkling. Trandoshans are certainly an interesting species. I can't smell anything. Until the passageway opened up into a large underground room, and then the smell hit him. Blood.

Ten or twelve bodies scattered the room, a few of them completely dismembered and torn to pieces. It was not a pretty sight, and Galen had to force himself not to look away. They really ought to send their miners down here with blasters. He turned over the body closest to him, not a miner but a Twi'lek who'd ventured down into the mines for the same reason they had. He still clutched his rifle in his hands. To say he had been unsuccessful was the put it mildly.

Across the room, two more passageways existed, one of them blocked by a pile of dirt and rock. There must have been a cave in. Carts full on unprocessed ryll were knocked over on their sides, their contents spilling out onto the ground. More worrisome were the supporting pillars of the room, completely snapped in half.

"I don't know," Galen replied, frowning as he stared down at a broken support beam. "But whatever did this was strong."

A hissing sound drew his attention up, and he looked between Laren and Chysim, not hesitating to pull his blaster from his side. A huge armored insect appeared in the entrance to one of the passageways, green and hideous. Drool dripped from its mandible as it hissed, snapping its spiked pincers and slowly advancing on the three of them.

"Well, I think we found what's been killing the miners," Galen muttered to his two companions as the large beast moved toward them. Galen opened fire on the beast, but each blaster bolt bounced off of its carapace. Hopefully a well-aimed shot to its head would put the creature down. He took aim, but before he could get a shot off, he was knocked clear across the room.

A second creature had entered the room from the passage behind him. Galen flew across the room, rolling to a sudden stop in the dirt. Now he would get to see what the Mandalorian and the Trandoshan were made of and hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.

@Scoobert @Kell Rook

 

[Laren Vano]

Continuing down the path, the Trandoshan Chysim Reech and Galen were speaking to each other. Mainly talking over the thing that could have been killing the miners. A fair topic given they are all down here to find it and kill it. A task Laren is very familiar with. After a good while of walking down the path and listening to useless words, a beast of some sort appeared ahead. It was bug like. Had an exoskeleton shell cover it body, though blasters should still have effect. It was in fact rather large as well. The strength of it was great as it sent Galen back by it's attack.

"Alright bug boy, time to see what you're really made of."

Laren drew his blaster and began firing at the body of the overgrown bug. It seemed to be strong enough that the blaster shots weren't doing too much damage to it. The Mandalorian took notice of this and lifted his arm with it's flamethrower. Aiming towards the insect creature, he ignited the flamethrower and sent the flames towards the creature. This would be the opening for attack for his allies. The creature was focus on the burns forming from the flames, so an attack after would be open.

Laren was trained for large foes, this was a large foe. Majority of the time, if it can within stand blaster bolts or deflect them. The flames would come as a different story.

@llamallove @Kell Rook

 

[Chysim Reech]

Chysim didn’t seem to be fazed by the large insect. He chuckled after the Mando began spewing flames at the creature after a few failed attempts to shoot it. Chysim had to admit that Mandos were probably one of the coolest warriors to watch on the battlefield and wouldn’t ever forget the display Laren preformed. “Oh, you’re no monster. I’ve eaten bigger…” He grabbed his modified cycler rifle and aimed at the big’s head in between the horns where it’s eyes were. He pulled the trigger twice and then grabbed dioxis grenade from his belt and readied himself to threw it after activating it. “Light this sucker up, Mando!” He threw the grenade which began spewing toxic green smoke around the monster. Hopefully, Laren’s flames would reach the gas and immolate the big bug in flames.

 

[Galen Havard]

Galen struggled to his feet, winded from the blow that had sent him flying across the room. A hand slid to his aching side as his eyes followed the movements of the Mandalorian and Trandoshan. Laren fired at the first beast, but each blaster bolt was deflected by the creature's thick, sturdy carapace just as Galen's had been. The Mandalorian decided to attempt an alternate method, one that would prove to be extremely effective.

He lifted his forearm, and flames billowed toward the green monster. Its loud screech echoed throughout the room, piercing Galen's ears. Woah, he thought to himself, staring at the Mandalorian's flamethrower. I'd love to have one of those. As the creature backed away from the flames and the heat, Chysim pulled a rifle from his back and aimed at the monster's head. Between Laren's flamethrower and Chysim's careful aim, it didn't stand a chance.

That's one down, Galen thought to himself, directing his attention toward the second creature that had snuck up behind them and smacked him full force. His side still ached from the blow. The dioxis grenade Chysim had thrown kept the creature at bay, hissing angrily but not daring to budge a single step closer to the green smoke.

Perfect. An unmoving target. That will make this so much easier. Galen raised his blaster again, this time taking careful aim at the monster's head. Its tough carapace may have been able to deflect blaster bolts, but its head would not be able to. He fired one shot after another in quick succession, and after the first four or five blaster bolts to the head, the creature let out a final resounding cry and fell to the ground, dead.

"Well, that's two down," he huffed, shuffling toward the others. "Who knows how many more to go... There's probably more deeper in the mine. Maybe even a nest."

@Scoobert @Kell Rook

 

[Laren Vano]

The flames had been doing the job good. A good job being done. Burning the insect was going to kill it, but the added gas grenade would add some effect. It was definitely not safe to continue down that path til the gas cleared. Laren was safe to continue but it was unknown for the other two whether or not they had the means to safely travel through dioxis gas.

After the bug set to flames had finally dropped to it's death another sprang up behind the group. Luckily Galen was quick on the draw as he shot it down by blasting it in the head. A good shot, or shots, by the one named Galen. This group was holding it's own better than miners have been for sure. Now it was time to move forward again. It was likely they would run into more of these things but, that is why they're getting paid to do this gig.

"Alright.. ready yourselves, we're moving forward. Gotta find the nest. I have an Ion grenade.. we'll use it to clear the mines."

Laren looked back to the group for confirmation on the plan he proposed. It was a simplified version but it was a plan nonetheless.

@llamallove @Kell Rook

 

[Chysim Reech]

Chysim stepped forward into the gas seemingly unfettered by the toxicity. The large Trandoshan began hunting again- scrounging for more tracks and feeing the environment. He thought the Mando was a little weird, but as long as he kept his distance there wouldn’t be any problems. Chysim needed this money. It would bring him closer to finding a way to freeing his old father.

He found more tracks of the same kind and gestures for the others to follow him. “Mind the gas- and there’s a hive. Or they’re attempting to make one. I think.” Chysim was guessing at this point but he thought it would make sense. They’d probably have to kill the hive lord, or whatever, if they wanted to stop these creatures form showing up. That meant that it didn’t matter how many of the grunts they killed if they still had “Big Mamma” making more grunts. They needed to find the nest and burn it all to hell or find the queen and burn it all to hell.

Either way, I’m burnin’ somethin’ straight to hell today.

@Scoobert @llamallove