Tatooine

[handofthrawn]

ShadowFett was done waiting for now. There were still some things he could possibly be doing. He remembered the device he had left here to monitor the traffic flow last time he had a bounty.

 

That bounty had never shown up, so the device did not self-destruct as it had been programmed to do. He used his helmet sensors to quickly locate the device, not far away at all.

 

He approached it and heard it whirring. He stood next to it for a moment, feeling truly lucky it was still there and fuctional even despite the frequent sand storms. He would have to think more highly of its manufactuters in the future.

 

Fett reprogrammed the thing to send him a signal should the ship called the Ogariv II enter the space around the planet and approach. Now Fett could leave for Bespin--the other place his bounty was likely to end up at.

 

Unfortunately, he would hardly be welcome on Bespin...last time he had been fired at, and the Baron Administrator had tried to get rid of him for good several times. It was a risk he was willing to take.

 

Returning to the Night of Vengeance, ShadowFett lifted off en route for the City in the Clouds.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

It has been 3 days, and Razortooth has the option of killing Impious for lack of posting for more then 72 hours.

[Razortooth]

Two orange slitted eyelids watched every move the Sith made. The cold hard calculating mind behind them was working on pinpoint locations to cause pain and then immediate death. This battle had taken too much time out of Bles life. But it would severely boost his score with the Scorekeeper.

 

The Doshan could feel the sand against his talons as his eyes studied the armor of the warrior. There seemed to be only one weak spot in the mans defense, and this lizard would exploit it. Bles pulls out a knife and flings it toward Impious helmet cracking it before two sizzling hot bolts of energy blast through the crack melting the facial tissue of the now dead man.

 

The cruel dealer of death steps across the sand towards the dead body and grabs it by its neck. Bles increases pressure with every muscle in his forearm creating a vicegrip on the neck before snapping the vertebrae into two pieces. He then grabs the man by his hair and drags him through the sand back to his ship to be skinned and trophied.

[Guest]

A spherical probe droid, measuring at about a foot in diameter, and bearing the symbol of the Elite Mercenary Unit, appears. As the droid's turbo-boosters die down, three small openings appear on the droid's top, and a couple of antennas and a wide-range scanner pop out. The droid then heads down to the surface of the planet.

[Kryan Dunn]

Kryan Dunn's ship, a little number the assassin stole from a trader on Coruscant, touches down in the middle of the desert. The assassin then sends out a message to one of his fellow Black Sun associates.

[Darth Searcy]

Michale lands with his Red and Black FireSpray. He turns to his apprentice before he walks off the ship with his lightsaber and clone trooper rifle.

 

"Take this ship and head to Selonia. There you will find a Master. I fear I may not be among the living much longer. I feel something that you can not help me with. This will be above your skills and possibly mine. But you stand no chance being untrained. Now Go or I will send you myself."

 

Michael walks out intothe desert to await his next challenge.

[Guest]

Rane Scando's probe droid zooms across the desert, heading towards a ship that had just landed. As the probe droid nears the ship, it transmits another message to the veteran bounty hunter's ship, the Shadow Rider ”“ another message, the first being sent a short time before. As the probe droid spots an individual ”“ Darth Searcy ”“ Scando's ship emerges out of hyperspace near the arid world. Hands dancing across the controls, the veteran bounty hunter pilots his ship to the surface, not far from the ship being presently scouted by the probe droid. A moment after the Shadow Rider lands, Scando emerges, armed to the teeth. As Scando spots his target, he slings around his heavy repeater and begins to fire...

 

Darth Searcy takes two shots to the left leg, and one to the lower abdomen before Scando slings the heavy repeater back over his shoulder and draws his stun baton. As the wind picks up, sending sand everywhere, the veteran bounty hunter charges his opponent.

[Ronin Wartide]

*Ronin's ship, the The Grave breaker, dropped out of hyperspace and headed quickly into the desert of Tatooine. He knew right where to go. Searcy had left his ship behind to go into the desert. The Grave breaker swooped down, the grappling arm in the bottem of the ship engaging and aiming that the somewhat unguarded ship. Ronin grinned in delight, hitting a switch and launching an electromag harpoon onto the hull of the ship. The low range EMP bomb went off, disabling the ship until heavy repairs are made. Ronin detached his harpoon for the time, then opened the rear hatch and jumped down the few meters, sending his ship into orbit for safety. Ronin landed on the other side of Searcy, opposite rane, standing again on the hot sands.*

 

"Let's roll."

[Darth Searcy]

"What, no one on one action for you boys. Oh well. group fun is always the best."

 

Michael could feelthe dark side of the Force fueling his power. He could his ming becoming one with his weapons and armor. He could feel hismuscles becoming thoseof a finely tuned athlete. He began to see the wolrd without time. Everything moved slow, except for himself.

 

The Sith whirls throwing out his hand toward the former Pirate king. Suddenly all the tar that coated the pirates lungs, begins to form in one spot in his throat, causing him to fight for even the tiniest breath. The tar begins to spread itself outinto a thin membrane reaching fron one end of the lungs to the other.

 

Michaels a twinge at his back and calls upon the Force to aid him. He backflips over the stun weapon that had been thrust at him. In midair, he draws his lightsaberfomr itsplace at hisbelt and slices through the elctrical weapon causing sparks to rain down on Scande and himself.

 

The Sith could feel the heat from the sparks as well as the heat from Scandos anger. He knew this man was a legend in his chosen profession and that he knew what he wasdoing. But sometimes, a mind always slips a little when the thought of money comes into play. Michael kmew upsetting this man wouldprobably be fatal, but Michael had to either upset him and die or just die, and he would take the more pleasing to himself of the two.

 

As the dark warrior lands he flips twice more into the sand. He could feel the wounds in legs throbbing. He wondered how this man who had become famous through kiling, had missed the vital shots that could have disabled him.Luckily his armor had absorbed mostof the enrgy and saved him the use of his leg. His abdominal wound did not bother him. It wasa mere scratch in the grand theme of things.

 

The Sith turned Bounty Hunter raises his rifle and letsloose two powerful blue boltsof energized steel. One crashing into Ronin Wartides chest burying itself in his ribcage, the other pieceof metal burying itself in a different home: Rane Scandos elbow joint.

 

Michael allows the Force to flow through him, letting him know the movements of his opponents. He had tried to help this man in the Cantina in the fight against Piccolo and Geki, but now he was shooting at him trying to survive. This galaxy had gotten stranger by the minute.

[Guest]

Rane Scando snarls as the energized bolt buries itself in the back of his left elbow ”“ luckily for the veteran bounty hunter, his opponent hadn't hit him in his business arm. As Scando turns around, he whips out his Golan Arms FC-1. This weapon's primary firing mode shoots shards of metal in a shotgun-like spread, capable of hitting multiple targets in close proximity. In this case, the shards of metal lance forth at Darth Searcy and bury themselves in the Sith warrior turned bounty hunter. Because of the relatively short distance between the two, the shards penetrate Scando's opponent's armor, hitting him in the upper chest, the right arm, and both legs. As Darth Searcy stumbles, Scando switches his Golan Arms FC-1 to the weapon's secondary firing mode ”“ the secondary firing mode is capable of launching two mines that ricochet, and then explode after a few seconds. Scando fires, and the mines bury themselves in the sand right in front of the Sith warrior turned bounty hunter. A moment later, the mines explode, sending Darth Searcy flying through the air towards Scando. At this point, Scando locks his Golan Arms FC-1 and throws it aside. As Darth Searcy flies overhead, Scando whips out his blade, a special weapon crafted out of Mandalorian iron, and slashes upwards.

 

Darth Searcy lands next to Ronin Wartide. His leg, now detached from his body, lands next to Scando. Scando then tends to his elbow wound ”“ a moment later the energized bolt drops to the sand at his feet.

[Darth Searcy]

A great deal of pain streaked through the dark warrior's body. He had never known this much pain before, but he had had his soul stuck in a crystal and had survived. He could survive this. What did not kill you only made you stronger. He could turn pain into his friends. He only needed to accept the Force into his wounds. And he knew the perfect time.

 

He activated his saber placed it on his leg. As soon as the heat began to burn it, The Sith opened himself to the darkside and felt an even greater surge of power. His wounds began to burn with fire. His eyes turned to blood red all around as his skin turned to the color of charcoal. It felt as if his body was on fire and it was. Flames had begun to leap from his wounds and spread across his body, not causing serious injury, but burning him tot he point of increasing his own power. Michael let out a growl of rage and attacked.

 

Michael felt something in space as his rage increased. It was a weapon made of his own blood, forged with his sweat and the darkside of the Force had made it deadly. The warrior could feel it drawing toward him at unlimited speed. It heard its masters call. Meanwhile the darksider attacked.

 

It seemed as if time stood still for everyone but the fire. The fire burned black with heat and energy. Darkside energy, in lethal quantities. The energy was strong enough to instantly kill anyone with good intentions. But with dark intentions, it was worse. It would haunt your memories with its power, bringing the victims soul to haunt you more. But the heat did its damage to anyone. The black flames leapt from Michael's body and took shape in midair. It morphed until it found a suitable form, that of Rane Scando. The fire plunged through his body and out the other side. It burned the hair off his head, welded the armor to his body, and disrupted the mechanics in the weapons.

 

But the flame was not done. No, its job was far from over. It had turned its sights on the coughing bloodied body of Ronin Wartide. The flame seemed to have a mind of its own, like part of Michael's own persona had been transferred to the flame. It sped toward the once Pirate King and burned its way through his body as well, mimicking the effect that it had done to Rane.

 

Michael watched as his toy did its work. This is what he had been created for. Killing. That's why the scientists infusing the darkside with a human body had created him. He was its tool. It willed him to do its bidding. It gave him weapons in his time of need. The dark warrior then used an older Force move. A move he had learned a long time ago but was still useful.

 

A ball of blackness began to burn in the Siths hand. It seemed to drawing the heat from the desert, all the heat from the desert. Soon it had reached the size of a blaster carbine. It was raw dark Force energy. It could burn its way through anything. The warrior rears his arm back and throws the black ball toward Rane.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

He activated his saber placed it on his leg. As soon as the heat began to burn it, The Sith opened himself to the darkside and felt an even greater surge of power. His wounds began to burn with fire. His eyes turned to blood red all around as his skin turned to the color of charcoal. It felt as if his body was on fire and it was. Flames had begun to leap from his wounds and spread across his body, not causing serious injury, but burning him tot he point of increasing his own power. Michael let out a growl of rage and attacked.

 

 

You jacked my RPing, you style cramping hack.

[Guest]

Rane Scando falls down as the second wave of fire comes towards him ”“ the second wave of fire blows past and eventually dissipates. The veteran bounty hunter gasps for air, and tries to move. Moving was a rather difficult task at this point ”“ it seemed that Scando's clothes and body armor had melted. Scando didn't even want to know what that first wave of fire had done to his weapons. As Scando struggles back to his feet, legs trembling as he does, an idea, his only option at this point, hits him. Although the veteran bounty hunter had lost most of his senses, his vision was not completely gone, though. Peering down at his right hand, Scando notices that he was still clutching his blade forged out of Mandalorian iron. Teeth clenched, and legs still trembling, Scando throws the blade with all of his might ”“ the blade hits, business end, Darth Searcy straight in the forehead. The blade slices through the Sith warrior tuned bounty hunter's skull, cuts into his brain, and kills him instantly. As the dead body of Darth Searcy drops, Scando collapses, unconscious.

 

RS-9, Scando's droid, picks the veteran bounty hunter up shortly thereafter.

[Darth Searcy]

Sorry, tried to start a storyline after i died, sorry again

[Ronin Wartide]

*Ronin sighed a heavy sigh again. There was something about the sands of Tatooine- Ronin couldn't seem to accomplish anything. Every time he started he'd turn around and it'd be finished already. Rane had already shown Searcy who was boss, and Ronin walked over to what was left. Ronin reached in his pocket and pulled out one of his victory cigars. Expensive cigars he saved special for victories. Ronin wouldn't have smoked it normally, since he hadn't contributed that much, but he really wanted to smoke and he was out of cigarettes. Ronin cut the tip off the cigar and struck a match, lighting it up and clenching it between his teeth as he went back to work. Ronin pulled out a knife and took a puff on his cigar, then proceeded cut off Searcy's head and put it in a bag. Ronin set off after Rane, making sure the injured comrade was loaded onto his ship- setting the nav Computer to take him back to Bespin. Ronin put a victory cigar in his pocket before he left the ship and watched it take off. Ronin got onto his ship and lifted off, grabbing Searcy's ship with the harpoon again and taking off with it...*

[Avararda Dinn]

Var watched the battle from afar, sitting behind a rock. Searcy told him to leave, but he felt like he was betraying his master. He watched in horror as Rane Scando killed his former master. Then, the other one cut his masters head off. Var turned to the side a puked. Tears streaked his face. The sand blew into his eyes, but he didnt care. How could he be dead? Var thought. He rose again to see Master Searcy's ship leaving into the galaxy with the murderer's ship towing it. He remembered the training Searcy gave him, and focused on the hatred towards Scando.

He dipped into the force as Searcy had tought him, and brought the headless body to him. Surprisingly, he felt he did not need the hatred, just to ask the force to allow him to use it. Another skill he could use. Even in death, Searcy continued to teach him. He hung limp, a huge hole in his head. The surprised look in his face devestated Var. Another tear.

Then, a fury unlike any other. A roar escaped his throat, like a bear. The wind seemed to roar along with him, carrying his cry throughout the desert. He was filled with white hot anger, almost burning him. He breathed heavily, now done with his roar. He felt Searcy deserved a burial, then decided against it. His master would live again, Var was sure. His fury still stirred inside him. He turned, heading for the cantina again. His feet slid, and upon doing so, kicked something heavy. He looked down, and dropped his jaw. In their epic battle, Scando and his partner forgot about... Searcy's saber. It flowed with energy. Var bent down on one knee and took the legendary weapon. Var looked, and found the switch, which he flipped. The red energy glowed, and Var felt the force and power in which Searcy held.

He smiled, and brung the lightsaber down in a slash, then a horizontal slash. An evil grin took Var's face. He powered down the saber, and hung it inside his tunic. Var felt a presence almost, and looked around. A pull, in a sort. He decided to follow it.

 

47 minutes minutes later, he saw a speck of black. Squinting, he started to run. Another 15, and he was at his ship. He was so happy it was still here. Sweat ran down his forehead, and the coolness of the ship was wonderful to Var. 77-LL came out to greet him, and Var told him to leave for Selonia. The ship left, and Var was headed for Selonia.

[Darth Searcy]

Sand turned to glass beneath it. The air became unbreathable-able around it. Its skin was too hot to touch. It was a walking fiery form of Rane Scando, but with powers of Michael Searcy. It also contained 3/4 the power of the now dead Sith Lord. It walked among the swirling sand trying to feel the air and sand. But it had neither nerves nor firm skin. It was fire. The bringer of life. It knew two names, two names, which it called itself, Rane and Searcy. Thus the being born was named Rane Searcy, by itself of course.

 

Rane Searcy walks out among the heat of the Tattooine wastelands. but heat only fueled its power. It made it stronger. It walked through the sands turning it path is a walkway of glass. It needed to find a way off this plane and find its way to Rane Scando. He needed to commendere a ship.

 

It soon reached the Mos Eisley Cantina. It watched as patrons disappeared into the darkness of the Cantina and it immediately knew which ship to grabd. A YT-2000. It walks its way onbaord burning the ramp to molten slag in its path. As it crosses the ramps lowering mechanism, it burns it bad enough that it pulls the ramp up and permanently locking it. It grabs a droids arm and flicks the controls, punching in coordinates. Itr did not know how it knew which oordinates but it knew. The YT-2000 took off abnd headed for Bespin.

[Rinwald Dahlmiester]

In a remote manor house, hidden out in the Dune Sea and protected by many defenses- mostly unseen, a man in a black tailored aristocrat's coat, long black hair, now touched with iron grey around the temples, and a Corellian accent, gives an order.

 

"Pull!"

 

The laser rifle fires off and a large gooey splat is heard as it strikes.

 

Behind the man, an attendant, dressed in the red uniform of a CORE Agent, approaches, warily glancing at a large, unnatural looking reptilian figure next to the sporting sharp shooter.

 

"Director, sir," the agent reports, "Our agent in the Corellia System brings urgent news."

 

"Oh?" Says the man. "Pull!"

 

The laser fires off again and hits its mark.

 

"Yes, sir. It seems that Lord Ar-Pharazon emerged from seclusion to retake his throne. He lost to the upstart."

 

The man says nothing, but continues his practice for two more rounds, hitting each one, a faint smile growing on his liver colored lips, turned upwards into a permanent sneer.

 

"Interesting, and unexpected too," he comments. "Maybe Ar-Pharazon took pity on him. Someone had to have for him to have won. What are your projections?"

 

"This will not hamper the plan too much. Though the amount of chaos we expect for the start of Phase II will be deminished. A weaker Sith will be all the more to our benefit."

 

"Mmmm. Pull!" The shot connects again. "Very well. Do you have the scrolls tracked down yet?"

 

"No, sir, but we have two more leads."

 

The man pauses, looking up at the twin suns with his steely grey eyes. He pulls out a handkerchef and wipes his brow. The technology guarding this little "base" was impressive. Protected by shields and its own achitecture, the manor house held one additional item to protect its secrecy. Special holograms, akin to, but not quite a cloak, disguised it as one large dune amid many, but allowed those from the inside to see out. The plasteel barrier covering the manor would even allow someone in a land speeder to zoom overhead, oblvious to what lay below, though a low key sonic field extending a mile out made visitors nausiated and uncomfortable, usually discouraging people and further lowering the risk of accidental discovery. The odds of it were astronomical- about 4,278,987.54 to 1- and only if someone was looking for it.

 

"To be expected, but do not fail me, lieutenant. How goes Omicron and Beta's latest attempts at mass production?"

 

"At 20% capacity. The creature's structure is complex, though the data it exhibited in its test proved exemplory." At the term creature, the reptilian beast's nostrals flair in irritation. The agent steps back fearfully. "Phase I went as planned, didn't it?"

 

"Yes Pull!, it did." The shot strikes home, creating another splat. "Though we lost agents and ships, they can be rebuilt. It was a worthy test, and it served our Pull! master plan quiet well. Project Godel is moving along, though, we need to find the scrolls so we can create the Channel for this Event. Pull!"

 

"Will we be able to control the Channel? The Force diviners we have hooked up to our machines are 78.348% reliable. They see trouble at the edge of the darkness."

 

"Our technology is more than a match for the Force, lieutenant. That immense power is too great for ordinary beings to toy with. Order must be enforced at all costs. Pull!"

 

"Yes, sir. I'll try adding the stimulants to the diviner's brain canisters, and if that fails, turn on the pain amplifiers. We'll push them to the brink if need be."

 

"That will be all. Pull!"

 

"Yes, sir."

 

Rinwald Adolphus Dahlmiester, Director of the CORE organization that threatened the galaxy once before takes cool aim with his blaster rifle and fires as the target is launched through the air. A splat and a scream is heard.

 

"One more thing," he adds, polishing the muzzle of his rifle. "Get ahold of those Kamino exiles we're doing business with. We're almost fresh out of Gungans. Pull!"

 

((To play the same game Rinwald is playing, click HERE))

[Th3Tru7h]

"Ah, I love heat in black robes, don't you?" Neo moved out onto the hot, dry air. He spun his lightsaber in the air, and watched as Camsie slowly patted down the ramp.

 

"Well, tis finally the end of your padawan training, and the start of your Knightship." Neo took a brief second to gather his thoughts, and he spoke again.

 

"Scattered around the desert are mines, caves what have you. Inside the caves are crystals that will fuel your lightsaber to your liking. There are many colors, white, green, orange, red, any color that absorbs a part of you. A part of your inner being, I as an old Sith chose Red. I felt that when I was a Sith, it felt good to see the red bloodshed of your enemy, and the greatness of defeating him. That is why I choose my color, I don't have those values any more, but I still like the color red."

 

Neo looked around the empty desert.

 

"I want you to go... hunting for these crystals that you want installed into your saber. I have the metals so you don't have to worry about finding the metals. Any questions before I set you off?"

[Prophet K]

"I think I have it."

 

And with that Camsie spread his force presence as far as it would go, feeling the womp rats running throughout the desert planet, and then, on the edge of his presence. A point that the force was drawing him to.

 

Camsie moved quickly, accesing the force to lengthen his strides, kicking up a cloud of dust as he moved quickly across the barren wasteland. Camsie brought himself perpindicular with the point and focused the force to his legs, speeding up slightly, before making a long jump, gaining ground on the point.

 

As Camsie ran over a hill of sand, adrenaline coursing through his body as he spotted a clifface.

 

With another long jump, Camsie landed on the threshold of a dark cave.

 

Walking with purpose, the caamasi walked in. With the first step, he dropped to his knees and withdrew a glowrod from his pack. Camsie looked around the cave, lit by the greenish glow coming from the item. Camsie let himself fall into the force, and then felt something pulling at him and looked to his left, eyes locking imediately on a transparent crystal, that was orange to it's tip, which was a pure white.

 

That was the one.

[Th3Tru7h]

Neo stood quietly waiting for Camsie to come back with the crystal. He saw as far as the desert would show him. As Camsie moved the dust picked up and flew into the air as a small tornado, Neo waited for Camsie to return.

[Prophet K]

Carefully, Camsie removed the crystal using a pocket sized laser cutter, and slipped it into his pocket. Quickly, Camsie moved out into the threshold of the cave, before getting used to the light again and bursting out into the desert.

 

Minutes later he was back at Neo's ship.

 

"I have my crystal." he said with a smile, lifting the crystal in between his fingers.

[Altec Lansing]

Don't open three windows at a time.

[Th3Tru7h]

"Excellent, now pick your metals from the box beside me, and be careful which one you pick, you don't want to smush the crystal."

 

Neo looked over Camsie happily, his third apprentice trained and done with. It was a great sensation.

[Prophet K]

Camsie nodded at his master, before examining the contents of the box. Camsie imediately grabbed a metal rod which he knew he needed before lifting up a plastic like grip. A smile came to Camsie's face as he took out a special herb he had taken from the jedi temple, and crushing it, before sprinkling it onto the grip. After dipping the grip into some water, which was in a canteen inside the ship, the caamasi gripped it in his strong hands, smiling when the plastic bent to contort to his hand and when he took his hand off it looked as though nothing had happened.

 

Placing the grip and the rod to his left, Camsie found a cap that would fit onto the bottom of the saber, as well as some stabilizing rods to hold the crystal in place. Lastly, Camsie found a ring for the end of the saber that the blade came out of.

 

"Finished."

[Th3Tru7h]

"And your done, welcome to the Jedi Order. Jedi Knight Camsie."

 

Neo smiled, and entered into his ship.

 

"Would you like to train at the Jedi Dojo?"

[Prophet K]

Camsie nodded, before stepping into the ship.

 

He would need to head to the dojo anyways.

[Darth Searcy]

The winds blew violently across the dunes of the barren Tattooine. None could survive in the bilstering heat of the fatal sandstorms of the wasteland known as the Dune Sea. Noone except the vviscous Tusken Raiders. These men knew no fear, for they were not men. They were animals. They attacked and killed anything. But even they did not bother the lone figure walking through the dunes.

 

A dot from the distance, walks through the sand. He stumbles when a sudden wind blows into him. He falls to knee before rolling down a large dune before coming to a rest at the bottom of the dunes.

 

His dry cracked lips gasp for water. He had been in the desert for days. Imagining crazy things. things no man should be wondering. His mind had begun to want only the primitive things, plus death. His mind wished for death. It wanted to cause death. But first it needed water, and food. The man gasps for air just before he slowly passes into unconscousness.

[Piccolo]

Piccolo combed the surface of the planet. He'd recognized the image the force user had placed into his mind as the Dune Sea. This was his home planet, and he knew it well. But the Sea was huge, crawling with Sand People, Krayt Dragons, and all manner of unnamed beasts. Few non-natives did realized the barren wastes were crawling with a myriad of life forms hidden unless you knew how to look. He would never find him combing the surface like this. And because of the abundance of life, merely scanning for lifeforms wouldn't work either.

 

Injured people don't last long out here. I'll have to follow the scavengers.

 

This was a lot of extra hassle, but Piccolo was curious as to why an force user would target him. Besides, there could be profit in this. And though he'd never admit it, Piccolo didn't enjoy needless suffering. He recognized that most deserved to die, but he preferred it to be as quick as possible.

 

There is no honor in a death out here.

 

Piccolo landed his ship at the center of the Sea on one of the highest dunes. He walked out, scanning the skyline. It was a clear day, as usual. From this height, the Sea stretched in all directions. Piccolo focused his vision scanning the sand dunes. He could see for hundreds and hundreds of miles thanks to his mechanical eyes. Nonetheless it took him nearly an hour to locate what appeared to be a dead human. His suit kept the temperature normal during that time. Luckily the birdlike creatures circling over the body's head gave it away, he had already scanned that area twice. Piccolo's ship soon lay beside the pitiful victim.

 

The ship had scared away the birds, but a group of ratlike creatures almost four feet high were still surrounding the man. Piccolo could see past the three of them the man was still breathing, though it was very shallow. Clearly they hadn't had time set upon him yet. Piccolo calmly walked towards the fallen man. These animals were not used to sentients out here in the middle of nowhere. They showed no fear. An admirable quality. Piccolo respected nature to a degree, but he was determined these creatures go hungry this day. The closest one leaped, its claws searching for the bounty hunters neck. The creature was muscular too, enough to crush a normal mans chest just by landing on him. But Piccolo was not normal. His hand shot out gripping the creatures massive jaws. Piccolo proved much stronger than the animal, the head halted, but its body continued the momentum of its leap, snapping the creatures neck. It died instantly. Piccolo dropped the animal, and the remaining two were smart enough to recognize the danger. The bolted into the shadows of the dunes. Piccolo stood over the unconscious man.

 

"You better have a good explanation for wasting my time."

 

The man was completely out, Piccolo knew he wasn't getting anything from him until he got medical treatment. The man was a Sith, it appeared. Piccolo studied his face, his eyes widening in recognition.

 

This is the one the hired ShadowFett to hunt Jaina Jade.

 

That explained how he knew Piccolo. The bounty hunter hefted the man onto his shoulder, and carried him into the Howling Runner. He laid Searcy on the bed inside the holding cell. His R2 unit doubled as a medical droid, and soon stabilized the Sith. The droid produced a positive reading. Searcy was stable enough for Piccolo to make his final stop.

[Guest]

This was going to be too easy.

 

Teeth clenched, the infamous bounty hunter known as Rane Scando unlocks the hold on the back end of his blaster and slides out the weapon's nearly depleted energy cell. Scando, presently following a female Rodian ”“ one by the name of Agawarm ”“ down one of the bustling streets of Mos Espa, then pulls a fresh energy cell from a pouch attached to the side of his utility belt, and reloads his weapon. Ducking behind a large bystander, Scando heads down a short alleyway, and a moment later, is on another bustling street, one running parallel to the one he had just left. Quickening his pace slightly, Scando smiles behind his battered Mandalorian helmet ”“ the infamous bounty hunter was looking forward to what was coming. Rounding a corner, Scando comes face to face with Agawarm. Agawarm, not recognizing the Mandalorian armor clad Scando, brushes by, but stops when a blaster shot burns through her back. A moment after Agawarm falls, Scando stoops down and pulls a small device out of the female Rodian's dead hand. Scando then walks away from the body, and heads down another alleyway before pressing a button on the small device's side.

 

"Tekkan Raas..."

 

Thus plays the message Agawarm had intercepted ”“ the message that had cost the female Rodian her life.