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Returns PBF - In Character
Silhar:
Slightly desoriented, Vince laughed out loud, maniacally. Then, he calmed down and kept on firing.
This time aiming more carefully.
Gargulec:
No matter how lucky and nimble those creatures were, they could not elude your fire for so long. Concentrated barrage from both Vince and CX shredded both of them.
Well, it would appear that you've survived. Apart from Fathima, that is.
Xander Morhaime:
"Hmm. Well... that at least solves the matter of the spy," CX commented, looking over what remained of Fathima, picking out useful supplies from the remains and handing them off to the Jedi for carrying. "We should move on. I'm less worried about anyone hearing the shots than I am about scavengers picking up the scent of the kill," he instructed, using some disinfectant to dress the minor wound he'd received, knowing full well how those could develop...
Silhar:
Vince sneered something to himself, then followed the rest.
Gargulec:
The twi'lek leaned over Fathima's body and closed her eyes, whispering something you could not hear. As ordered, she picked up her sack, and with faint sigh, put it over her back.
'I know this creatures' she said, passing by the slain bests. 'Vornskr. They are one of the most dangerous animals in the Galaxy, they say.'
She gave Fathima one last look.
'So much lost... So much.'
And then you heard another voice, harsh and a bit... amused?
'Well, well what have we here...'
You turned around to see a zabrak female in a worn uniform with so many patches and bands on it that you could not determine if it was imperial or rebel to being with. She was holding a blaster carbine in her hands.
'Are you a vultures, I wonder?' she asked. 'A scavengers poking amidst battlefields which have been long since cleaned? Or merely an intruders, come into this predator filled jungle of mine in search of... easy prey?'
She rose, letting the gun hang loosely. Obviously, she was not afraid of you. Not a bit. Then she noticed the twi'lek. For a second her face changed, slightly, but enough let you understand that she knew her from before.
'No matter' she said, after a while. 'Whatever the reason, you are certainly not prepared for Felucian jungle. One of you is sick, and second unarmed. You won't get far...' she paused, to let her speech sink in. 'Unless you allow me to help you.'
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