Reaver Yuki Suoh vs. Augur Celevon Edraven Erinos

Reaver Yuki Suoh

Equite, Clan Odan-Urr
Female Human, Mercenary, Field Medic, Sentinel
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Augur Celevon Edraven Erinos

Equite, Clan Odan-Urr
Male Human, Force Disciple, Seeker, Krath
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Hall Scenario Hall - Ranked
Messages 1 out of 4
Time Limit 7 Days
Battle Style Singular Ending
Battle Status Closed by Timeout
Combatants Reaver Yuki Suoh, Augur Celevon Edraven Erinos
Force Setting Unleashed
Weapon Setting Standard
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Venue [Scenario] Wasskah: The Most Dangerous Game
Last Post 5 February, 2020 4:29 PM UTC
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wasskah

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 convorees, momongs, and other 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.

The woman woke quickly, turning over to vomit out of the left side of the cage, coloring the dirt beneath it. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her organic hand and looked around, taking note of what had befallen her. In an adjacent cage, Celevon had also awoken and was taking measure of their surroundings. Both Humans, while looking at the same things, were finding different information. Yuki could see the trees just outside the cave where their cages were housed, could smell the damp humidity and the smell of decay from somewhere nearby. She disliked her sense of smell being so sensitive, but it came with the territory.

“Cel, I think we’re in a bit of trouble.”

“Mhm,” was the soft reply.

Yuki crawled from her cage and stretched for a moment before leaning heavily on the cage, a hand pressed to her stomach. As a medic, the woman knew something was wrong and she was reacting badly to whatever they had used to knock the two Odanites unconscious. On silent feet, the Mercenary approached the mouth of the cave and looked around. Night had fallen, which meant the two needed to find shelter, warmth, weapons and food.

“Just like our excursions into Trepus back home, Cel. Only not as cold and killers are not actively hunting for us.” As the Onderonian also left his cage, stretching and looking around for his armor. “We need to get moving.”

Locating the stash that contained their collective attire, Celevon tossed one bundle to Yuki while he began to pull on the various pieces to cover himself in a way that would not cause hyperthermia. “At least they were kind enough to leave us our gear this time. Most of it anyway.”

Yuki scowled at the Onderonian, the memories of past adventures they had been on coming to the surface. The only difference between then and now was that the Mercenary had long since put away her weapons following the debacle on Nancora, which had cost her an arm. Along with any real drive to fight for a cause that was becoming untenable. She had to smile inwardly at the several times they had awoken in some enemy camp, stripped nearly naked and frisked thoroughly for extra weapons. Shaking her head as though to clear away memories they had no time for, she gestured towards the dense forest. “If we find the right materials, I can make us weapons that will work in a pinch until we can take down something with actual hardware.”

Celevon smirked at the small woman and shrugged. “Or we find our own. Trandoshans like doing that to make the hunt more interesting. I cannot help but wonder which of us is worth more.”

The man’s musings did not amuse the Mercenary as she muttered darkly to herself and stepped from the cave in search of branches, vines and Marina rung plants. The spikes of those plants would make decent arrows and possibly even a halfway decent knife if she could find a way to sharpen them. She could barely hear the footfalls of the Augur behind her, but she assumed he would not let too much distance separate them. Yuki stopped at a nearby tree to be violently ill once again as her stores of useful emotions quickly seemed to run dry. She stayed upright only through sheer spite and the desire to beat the unholy hell out of the one who had drugged her.