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Hunting
Mar 20, 2009 2:22:54 GMT -5
Post by MikDaTv on Mar 20, 2009 2:22:54 GMT -5
A Dragoon touched down in the Mos Espa space port. The shadows were long because the desert planets twin suns were low in the sky. It was cooler too, which was probably why everything was so busy.
Bizarojor walked down the Dragoons boarding ramp and closed the ship up. Looking around he took in a deep breath. "Just like home."
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Hunting
Mar 22, 2009 4:12:50 GMT -5
Post by MikDaTv on Mar 22, 2009 4:12:50 GMT -5
"poachers" Jor whispered to himself. Looking down from the cliff face he saw the pair of would be hunters stalking the Desert Wraid pack. The pair didn't have a hunting license and were hunting the Wraid to sell their skins and skulls on an off world market.
Before Jor went after his primary prey, he decided he was going to need some equipment, and he figured the best way to go about getting it was to steal from the bad guys. So he found these two, and followed them.
He jumped down from the cliff and used the force to slow his decent. He landed behind them with a light step and patted them both on the shoulder. "Hiya guys."
A Jor's left and right fist lanced out and struck both of the poachers in the jaw. "Hope your having a good time... cus i am."
Jor withdrew the blade he forged from his back and removed the cloth sheath, letting the blade shine in the tatooine suns. Both the poachers drew blaster pistols, both DE-10's.
Jor used the force to slam both gun weilding hands upwards and then moved in, stabbing one of the poachers in the leg and then pushing the other one away with the force.
The stabbed poacher cried out into the air as his leg was pinned to the ground by the durasteel blade through his leg. Jor silenced him with another punch to the face and then grabbed his gun hand, freeing the weapon from his clutches. "Let this be a lesson to both of you, not to go hunting without a license again."
Jor slipped the blaster over to stun and shot the injured Poacher and then walked over to the other one, who had slid through the sad a good 20 feet. Pointing the blaster at the illegal hunters head Jor raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to make me shoot your, strip you naked and leave you here in the desert? or are you going to hand over your weapons like a good criminal?"
It didn't take any more convincing. The poacher undid his gunbelt and let it drop to the sand, throwing his pistol and hunting rifle with it. Jor looked at the dropped equipment then back up at the poacher. "Good, go take care of your friend and get out of here. I don't want to see you out here again, alight?"
The poacher nodded in agreement furiously, stuttering out an apology and ran to his friend. Jor used the force to pull the blade out of the injured man's leg and had it fly back over to him. he grasped it by the unfinished handle and put the cloth sheath back on it.
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Hunting
Mar 25, 2009 1:38:48 GMT -5
Post by MikDaTv on Mar 25, 2009 1:38:48 GMT -5
Bizarojor peaked out from behind the rock he was hiding behind and stole a quick glance at his prey. They Kryat Dragon was unaware of his presence so far and Jor wanted to keep it that way.
The massive beast was busy finishing his Bantha meat meal he had just caught and devoured in a matter of seconds. As Kryat Dragons go this one was smaller then most. only 50 or 60 feet long.
Jor hefted the two blasters he stole from the poachers and made sure the safeties were off. his blade was still on his back in it's cloth sheath. Things then moved in slow motion as Jor turned from around the boulder. pointing both blasters at the creature he unleashed a torrent of blaster fire at the dragons head.
The bolts struck it's tough skin causing the animal to real back in pain and annoyance. It growled loudly and ran towards Jor who in turn was charging it, releasing bolt after bolt of high energy weapons fire.
When his first pistol hit empty and ceased firing Jor dropped them both and leaped into the air, using the force to get some extra height. the Dragon snapped trying to get at his attacker but Jor was high enough to stay out of reach. he landed on the creatures back, right below the neck and held on to one of it's horns.
The creature shook, trying to shake him off but Jor held tight, crawling his way up towards it's face. He withdrew his unfinished blade and ran it into the creatures skin, using it to pull himself up further onto it's head.
The creature yelped in pain as the blade stung. Jor hauled himself up onto the top of the creatures head and used a heavy force punch to slam it's head into the ground. momentarily steady, Jor used the split second to withdraw the blade, turn and then drive it into the creatures nasal cavity, deep into its brain. the next thing Jor knew, there was a loud roar, and he was looking at the sky, then at the ground, and then everything went black.
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Hunting
Mar 25, 2009 3:30:26 GMT -5
Post by MikDaTv on Mar 25, 2009 3:30:26 GMT -5
Jor woke up in the sand. He sputtered a little, getting the dust out of his mouth. He rubbed his eyes and opened them. The bright twin suns of Tatooine shown into his eyes. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and looked away.
His back ached, he was pretty sure it had broken upon impact, but whatever force that was keeping him alive had done it's work, and the damage was healing quickly. He rolled over onto his knees and stood up. 100 feet away, the Kryat Dragon he'd been stalking lay dead. Judging by the marks in the sand Jor determined that the dragon must have gone through one hell of a death thrashing trying to get the tiny little sticker out of his brain, but to no avail, the creatures brain hemorrhaged and it had died. Jor had his prize.
As he walked to the creatures body he picked up the two blasters he had discarded and replaced their power packs, safety them and then holstered them on his gun belt.
He examined the mortal wound he gave his prey and then withdrew the blade. It was covered in the creatures blood. He stuck the blade into the sand and wiped the blood off on the coarse surface. Taking the blade up in his hand he walked around to the creatures belly. Cutting into it he let the creatures blood and guts spill out onto the hot sand. Jor took a long strand of intestine and laid it out so it could dry.
Then he reached into the creature and put a hand on a rib. He closed his eyes and reached out with the force to the base of the rib and cracked it. He withdrew the rib and put it next to the intestine he had laid out. Then he reached inside and withdrew another, smaller rib, placing it next to the first one.
Jor sat down in the sand and rested his head against the creatures body. He had a lot of work ahead of him.
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Hunting
Mar 30, 2009 1:56:33 GMT -5
Post by MikDaTv on Mar 30, 2009 1:56:33 GMT -5
Jor withdrew the sword from it's new sheath. Made from the scales of the Dragon, it's shine had been dulled by the sand and the whole thing was wrapped in the cured intestine that had come from the creatures innards.
The sword itself now had a handle. Mirror Jor had used the sword to cut and shape one of the large ribs into a suitable handle which he then jammed into the swords sharp metal hilt end. He used the force to go into the metal and expand it while at the same time crushing the bone in from all sides forming a super tight grip between the metal of the sword and the bone of the handle. Then he took skin from the Kryat Dragoons tongue and made leather strips which he wrapped around the bone handle.
Then he took a Kryat Dragon pearl from the dragons gizzard and caped the handle off with it. He'd spent the last hour in the hot sun squeezing every drrop of poison he could muster from the dragons poison glands and storing it in a small glass bottle.
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