While considered only a moon of Trandosha, that is hardly the defining trait of Wasskah. The jungle moon is instead best known as a game preserve used for hunting sentient beings. Its surface contains islands with sandy beaches and thorn-filled forests. It is primarily the jungle that will be seen by those who have been brought there against their will. However, with enough effort, one might escape to an island.

Beneath the jungle canopy, Wasskah is alive with the sounds of the local fauna. Lush, green plants and vines cover the trees and hide the muddy ground beneath foliage. It is hard to find true daylight through the thick growth, but it is not impossible to come across bright rays of light.

While any sign of technology is nearly non-existent, some hunting nests remain to be discovered by the more tenacious of those trapped there. There isn't enough tech for a scavenger, but in a fight for survival every little bit counts. And every corner hides a potential threat.

You awaken at night in an open cage to a humid and vibrant jungle island filled with exotic flora. Any memory of how you got to this situation comes up blank, and the constellations in the skies say nothing as to where you are in the galaxy. However, a mark painted on your cage reveals a vaguely familiar emblem. The memory is fuzzy, but you recall recognizing the symbol as a crest for the Trandoshan Game Hunters: a league that kidnaps worthy prey to hunt for sport. You are now the next target of the hunt, and by the looks of the identical cages nearby, you are not the only one playing in the Trandoshans' most dangerous game.

Ugh. Razor woke up with quite the headache. One of the first things he noticed was the emblem. In a panic, he checked the various places where he kept his gear. Miraculously, it was all still there. Most of his fellow victims had woken up by now.

An incoming ship provoked them to run for the nearby forest. Unfortunately, the incoming craft began firing a gatling gun,gatling up the ground behind them. Even worse, it was faster than the victims. Razor watched a fleeing Ithorian get cut down behind him.

Can’t keep going like this. Razor thought as he saw a fairly large Chiss trip in front of him. With a wave of the Kel Dor’s hand, the Chiss was rolled out of the path of the bolts as Razor threw himself aside.

To what he hoped would be the hunters’ surprise, he turned around and ran toward the approaching vehicle. With a leap into the air, Razor started to draw one of his weapons when he saw a problem. He had jumped to early. Quickly going for a different plan, Ragnarhawk reached out with the Force. The gunner was drug forward, slowly at first, restrained by the gun and guard rail. But it only helped for a moment before he fell over the rail and plummeted to the ground. As soon as he landed, Razor headed for the forest, taking advantage of the lack of gunfire. It wasn’t long after he got into the forest that he saw the Chiss he had saved before.

Safety in numbers, I guess.

With that thought, Razor stepped out and revealed himself to his fellow prey.

Derry stumbled his way through the thick forest, he had no idea where he was or what was going on. What he did know was that someone wanted him dead, someone had saved his life and that he wasn’t going down without a fight.

A twig snapped, returning him back to the reality at hand. The large Chiss spun around, his fists raised and ready to strike.

A fairly tall Kel Dor stepped out of the dark brush with his hands held up to show he wasn’t dangerous.

“Whoa there big guy, we’re on the same team here. I think.” The Kel Dor looked back towards the direction of their cages.

Derry weighed his options, he could trust this guy and survive longer only to have to fight him as well as whoever was after them, or he could refuses the Kel Dor’s offer and have to fight him now. While both options were tempting, Derry knew that a fight was coming either way so he might as well survive a bit longer.

“We shoulds probably get movings then, shouldn’ts we.” The Chiss pluralized unnecessary words in his gruff voice. He began moving deeper into the forest. “Yous can call me Derry by the ways.”

“Razor,” the Kel Dor replied as he followed the hulking blue figure.

They wove their way further and further away from the hunter’s camp, the noise of the forest was simultaneously silent and overwhelming. The two didn’t speak as they moved. Neither saw any hint of others being hunted, but from time to time the silence between them was accented with gunfire and screams.

The two had made their way into a small clearing. Razor had taken the lead when they heard a rustling coming from off to the side. Immediately they came to a stop. The Force user dropped his hand to the blaster strapped to his thigh. Suddenly a blur of orange burst from the thorny brush. In a flash, the Kel Dor drew his blaster and fired. His shot found its target with ease, a momong lay unmoving on the ground.

“Well, thats was close.”

The Kel Dor shot him a glance. Though still on edge, Razor relaxes his stance. The moment of rest was short lived when a Trandoshan entered into the small clearing running directly for Derry with a vibrostaff raised. Despite the Trandoshan’s height he was easily the shortest one here.

The hunter took a wide swing aimed at Derry’s legs. The Chiss easily jumped over the vibrostaff which swung clean through where his legs had just been. Derry landed with a thud and tensed his leg muscles. The giant Chiss lifted his left foot back of the ground putting all of his strength behind a brutal roundhouse kick aimed directly for the Trandoshan’s head.

Meanwhile, while distracted by the sudden fight that had broken out in front of him, Razor almost missed the second Trandoshan that had entered the area. His senses warned him at the last minute.

The Kel Dor spun on his heels just in time to smell the burning ozone less than an inch from his face. He pulled the trigger of the blaster still in hand, sending a volley of plasma at his attacker. One bolt grazed the Trandoshan hunter as he dove to the side, the rest of the shots tore up the forest around them.

In a matter of moments the clearing had descended into chaos.