Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 16, 2021 4:31:54 GMT -8
And just like this all froze like statues. Not a word passing between them either. At long last swinging around the red Twi'leck asked -Gid- "What did you say?" And the Blue girl repeating herself said "Tatoonie." Silence once again took over the group. At long last looking towards the ship Gid began advancing towards the old warhorse
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 16, 2021 19:21:23 GMT -8
Boarding The Firespray-31-class interceptor Gid immediately went to the pilot seat. Sitting and taking a deep breath the red Twi'leck fired up the engine. In no time flat they were riding up off the ground and the ship shot into the sky. High. Higher... higher... higher and like that the ship, with our three heroines on board disappeared into the clouds
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 21, 2023 20:04:55 GMT -8
The transport set down after looking over the area with its biots and the blast boulder hovered above protectively as the warriors and a pair of shapers exited the transport and started looking for their targets. The blast boulder had been grafted with netting beetle launchers for this trip, but the trip didn’t require a matalok. The warriors listened carefully to the new sounds and looked about. The shapers and their accompanying adepts set about their business. The warriors and shapers were looking for specific creatures and insects. A creature called a smooka that lived in trees, butcherbugs, and bogwings. It actually didn’t take long as the group was set upon by some squawking winged lizards slipped through the trees and started at the group. A warrior speared the first one his amphistaff as warriors further away had a chance to throw a razorbug or two before they had to defend themselves from the winged menaces. The shapers moved back towards the transport who’s pilots quickly reseated themselves in their seats and activated the dovin basals and roused the yaret-kor to wakefulness. One of the shaper adepts reached into a pouch and threw a handful of beetles into the air at the creatures as they swooped and squawked, his choice resulted in the young male being carried into the air by one of the creatures, picking up an impressive amount of weight for its size. He stabbed the beast which finally dropped him unceremoniously into the murky water with a scream of protest from the animal. As quickly as it had started it was over. There were four beasts on the ground, one being finished off by a warrior and three others that were dead outright.
The shaper who’s adept had fallen into the water chastised his charge roundly for being stupid, but had to relent after his underling explained that he had tossed tracking beetles at the beasts, and the ones that fled, should lead them back to their resting areas, especially as he had recognized one of the beasts they were after, bogwings. The shaper had to relent at that point as they started looking at the traces for the beetles as the other shaper and adept gathered the bodies and began taking samples. The strength of the beasts could no longer be questioned.
The blast boulder had been unable to interfere, afraid that their more powerful weapons would have simply killed those that they were supposed to protect.
The blast boulder was ordered to start density mapping the route that the bogwings had taken. The bogwings had stayed low, below the treetops, but for some reason had taken hard turns when the density map showed only open space, no trees. They had settled a kilometer away and the blast boulder wasted no time in making a quick circle and spreading netting beetles, letting them do their job as they swept through the vast vegetation like a wave, leading towards the bogwings’ roosting point in the center. By the time the animals screeching, from any animal, had alerted the bogwings to their danger, it was too late for them to escape as the beetles had already ripped through the tree branches at the tops of the tree canopy before going through the trunks themselves, just because there were closer material to work with to spin strands.
The shapers, lead by the warriors set off for the roosting area, stopping to investigate the areas that the bogwings had avoided, and noting the cries of beasts on maps, as they moved they were able to get locations through vectors, at least as close as they could via sound alone. They came upon the first area that the bogwings had avoided, approaching cautiously, expecting that there was a reason for it, the warriors and shapers taking turns looking and smelling for danger. They didn’t realize what there was until one of the adepts leapt back with cuts stippled into him. Blood started weeping out of extremely fine cuts, one across one of his eyes, which is what had alerted him to his danger. It was the web of a butcherbug, one of the species they were looking for. The nearly invisible and extremely sharp web had cut into him, another step would likely have carried him too far and he would have been cut to pieces and would have died within seconds, with nothing to be done. It was in an archway of a tree, between a tree and its arching root that propped it up. It was a particularly large one, but the tracking beetles had shown that the bogwings had deliberately flown over it before dropping back down. The shapers directed the warriors to look around, carefully at other areas that created similar if smaller arches for such creatures. It didn’t take long, but it did take some careful maneuvering, and after nearly twenty minutes and only two specimens, the shapers called a halt until they could think of a better way to recover the arachnids more effectively. They had however discovered where not to walk, or at least be more careful of. The group moved to the bogwing roost and started working on the animals that were essentially frozen in place by the netting beetle fibers. They didn’t need to take whole creatures but they killed a handful of the beasts and raided several nests of eggs before starting back towards the transport with their haul. Noting that there were piles of butcherbug pieces and they took samples of that as well, hoping to extract dna or perhaps some viable eggs.
After delivering their first load to the transport they went back to investigate the locations that they had marked, several warriors had to climb the first tree, not an insignificant task when trying to get through netting beetle fibers. The warriors were however were rewarded with screeching creatures that happened to be the third species they were specifically looking for. Smooka. The creatures found was an adult female and five kits in the hollow of a tree. Without the netting beetle strands inhibiting its movement there was little doubt that the creature would have chewed its way out and likely the warrior would be needing a replacement finger or two. The warrior liberally applied blorash jelly to retain all of his fingers and tossed the family one by one to a warrior waiting below. As it turned out the netting beetles had captured four families and nine individual smooka. More than enough.
The warriors and shapers spent the next 2 days carefully gathering butcherbugs before they felt they had enough to add the creature to the qhasa with genetic stability. The two ships loaded up and headed back to vacuum.
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Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Mar 21, 2024 19:24:52 GMT -8
Far removed from any immediate contact a centaur moved at a slow graceful trot. Long mane of locks blowing in the wind, rifle held barrel high, as not to blow the head straight some poor innocent fool, whom had committed no sin but for being the way of an oncoming bullet, Epona carefully investigate…. Sensitive eyes made a detailed survey of all and everything. At another part of the planet surface a lonely Baudo Class Star Yacht sat idle. Inside the vessel was a circus. A well disciplined disorder, with each crew member going about necessary tasks, so that the ship act well. Captain Tom overlooked the men. At the same time Pete the pilot diligently investigated his control panel Oblivious to the intense work transpiring on her ship, Epona continued exploring the land. She continued this detailed search for pretty much nothing, while internally her mind ran wildly. At some point the centaur froze and she breathed in deep, then muttering -Epona- “How many are dead!?!” Dead. The word tasted odd in her mouth. The word tossed about so dismissively by far too many, her own people being far from innocent in this particular case. The woman beast shook her head almost feeling the guiding hand of her Seanathair. The girl straightened up and again she spoke -Epona- “The Old man is toast…. Just as dead as dead can be….” Eyes thinning she then exhaled and spoke “Many…. Most are gone.” And with that she began to uncontrollably weep. -Epona- “Dead!” Deftly tucking both rifles into cases set on sides, trembling hands took to covering her gushing eyes
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Post by Epona Dubh on Apr 13, 2024 21:00:09 GMT -8
The centaur gently moved across the thick swamp
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