Log:Full Moon Harvest

Full Moon Harvest

OOC Date: June 11, 2020
Location: Needleroot Village, Dantooine
Participants: Nerys Arda, Kryll Red, Eriu Jynx, Merek, Ban Iskender, Hadrix Kora, Elrych Cometburn, Zhu Yan, Netep Muri, Threl Ravrari, and Aryn Cole

Dantooine is a farmer's paradise. Green fields and large trees, nice weather, docile settings, and a place in the galaxy that everyone forgets about. It's true, many thousands of cycles ago, the Jedi once called this world home. A thousand generations following that, only the agriculture-minded thought of this world as home.

Our heroes and Yan find themselves just outside Needleroot Village. A fitting name because it's just that, a village. Modest houses and shops, a village square, and public water system, but beyond the basic ammenities required for life, it could be a bit primitive to an outsider. Dusk was just setting and the festival was underway. A grand fire was built outside the village in a spot that was like an amphitheater, with seating in the form of treated logs and well-beat paths. Canvas was strung up through the sparse trees to provide ample shelter for the most important aspects of this event: the ale. And a whole bloody lot of it.

If there were two things natives of Dantooine were good at.. it was farming, and drinking. That's not even counting the expensive but much sought after sweet-beet weed, which smelled of heavenly flowers when smoked (because it was smoked in grand mass here!)

Near the fire, pavilions were set up to house the massive cooking pots containing bubbling stew. What stoves were here had been fashioned to be cast iron flat-top griddles, set over flaming coals and used to spice and cook the meats they intended to use for the competition. Music played, people drank, and outsiders were made welcome like they were just as native as the next. This was the start of a good, good night.

Was there ever anything so interesting to an anthropologist than a native festival? Certainly not. And so, this anthropologist had made her way to Dantooine, way on the back of beyond of the galaxy. Not that she minded, really. You went where the work took you. Nerys had spent most of the day wandering the more civilized parts of the planet, taking samples, taking notes, occasionally speaking to the locals. And now, the festival was just about to begin, and her feet carried her out from under the overhand of the ship she had been sitting beneath making notes and towards the village proper, allowing the music and the fires to guide her. She had her backpack, as she always did, filled with jumble of this and that.

Sitting around the fire, wearing Black and Red CNG trooper armor with his helmet off and attached to his belt and the carbine slung over his back is Kryll. Next to him is the White and Red droid that is often found nearby the man, Six. He's currently enjoying some of the stew that has been made earlier, seeming to enjoy the setting, and the situation in general. "This is good." he states, though to which he means is not very clear.

Eriu is in the sticks! That much is clear but the Hapan already has a mug and she is sipping away at the brew with a bit of abandon. Mmmmmmming over it she is sidling along the outskirts for the moment, sniffing at the food as she half dances her way around and back to another setting where she can get a refresher of her mug. "Awww yes." she says and lifts a hand over her head - not carrying her beer because likely she will spill it on herself. Jynx turns about, leather jacket rising up off her hips to show the gun strapped to her side and the various knivestucked into her belt.

She hums and comes about with a hip swivel in time to the beat. She bellies up and steps closer to get her mug refilled.

Merek looks like he came about to celebrate, he likes gardening, anyway he is about with his void armor on, taking the time to look about, while he finds a place to settle in and look to people with a nod, a light smile a bit as well.

Ban Iskender is dressed rather humbly, in civilian greys and greens with his familiar half cape worn over one shoulder. The young nobleman seems in a fine mood, his habitual solemnity warmed to something approaching merry. Food, drink, and company are being well enjoyed.

Helmet off and clipped to his belt, cape blowing out behind him and wind rustling the nexu pelt mantling his shoulders, and clearly enjoying himself. There's roasted meet on a shank of bone in one hand and a mug in the other. It's peaceful, he'd fed and there's things to hunt in the forests if the mood takes him.

"Glutton." "Stop." "You're going to get fat." "I keep up with PT." Hadrix glowers at the droid floating at his shoulder. "Fat." "Shut-up" "I'm not using my grav-lifts to assist you when you're fat." "Stop" "I'm not greasing you up when you need to get into your armor." "Gripper." "I'm going to let Sprite chew your face off when you die of a stroke or a major cardiac arrest in the ship."

An eruption of coughing comes from Elrych who is passing along a rolled joint of sweet-beet weed. "Yes... yes I'm quite sure one hit is *cough* enough." The Jedi attemps to catch his breath after a dizzying moment and dance with the native smoke, likely trying to appease the locals and avoid insult. He did his best not to actually inhale yet some of that smoke likely filled a part of his lungs and he'd start feeling slight affects at any moment. He lets out a deep sigh, folding arms into volumous Jedi robes, a dark green cloak. He lacked sunglasses, bearing his icy blue eyes to the galaxy instead.

Dantooine! Oh man! It was all rolling fields and lush grass and clear skies. What a beautiful place! Zhu Yan (what a man!) of course hated it. "Reminds me of home," he murmured-slash-grumbled as he swaggered on up to where EJ was, a glass of something horrifically alcoholic in one hand. Had he spiked it with something? "Colder, though." It was a nice day what the hell are you complaining about, you reprobate. You're all rugged up in your fluffy bomber jacket which smells faintly of lilac and something illegal, you also need a haircut and a shave. Oh whoops look at me I'm agreeing with EJ. "Seriously this is the last time I let you talk me into anything," he kvetched. "There's no shooting, no screaming, no robbing, no thieving, there's whatsisname over there making a literal hash of himself," he waved over to where the Jedi was metaphorically floating in his own glory, "and then there's THIS clown!" Oh that was Hadrix. Even with tensions cooling Yan clearly disliked the guy. "It's too... nice!"

Ale, good smokes, obscene vats of food? Obviously the harvest festival is one of the few dates marked on Netep Muri's calendar.

She's still late, though.

Probably there's a good story behind this round of tardiness, but the starbound nomad doesn't say, mouth too full with the first of many helpings of what Dantooine has got on tap. These stacks logs and packed earth amphitheater will prove to be hazardous to her health maybe by the fourth helping but for now, Muri navigates them with wide-legged stride and nimble hops.

Spaceflight was never a thing that Threl enjoyed, but being offered the chance to go for a hunt on Dantooine by Hadrix Kora got her to put her aversion to such things aside and just go. So, finding herself with her borrowed armor, backpack with *things*, and sharpened spear strapped to her back, Threl padded on bare feet along the path leading to Needleroot village, watchful. It is a new planet after all, so she's careful, but being in a place that doesn't have thunderstorms and rain constantly like Nar Shaadda was a welcome diversion. She did stray off the path to feel the grass beneath her feet, but the smells of cooking and smoke attracted her like a moth to a flame...

Good drinking songs carry the heavy percussive beat of wooden mugs and fists upon the table as merry voices carry hearty tunes over the sizzling of cooking food and the loud POPs from the fire as cedar like wood is fed to its fiery core with a whisping roar. Lord Ban is not alone, for another noble is by his side though humbly dressed with a dark cape and hand-carved wooden broach. Like him, she's seems merry, laughing when song breaks out and swaying to its beat. An idle lean, and the blonde's head rests against his arm, obviously content in the company and scenery. She sips at her ale in a girlish fashion, fretting over the bit spilled when it cannot be helped. Eek!

Children chased one another along the dirt paths, some carrying sticks and sword fighting. Others fashioned handcarved blasters and verbally spewed their 'PEWPEWPEW's at one another, using people like Nerys or Lady Erui for 'cover'. "Don't worry pretty lady, I'll save you.."-- "She ain't gotta be saved, she has a body guard already! Lookit!" The other kid complains, pointing at the rogueish Yan.

All seems well.

Until it isn't.

Something breaks over the revelry. A sound, which at first resembles a horn.. but it was no horn at all. A siren? No. A howl. It's long, threatening, and comes from the woodlands nearest the fire. Everyone stops for a moment to look that way, the loud noise coming to an abrupt halt.. before a chorus follows, so loud in volume it hurts the ears.

Natives react in sudden fear as children are ushered. "HUNTERS! TO YOUR RIFLES!" Bellowed one fat drunk who cupped a hand over his fat mouth to scream at impressive volume.

The natives respond with bolt-action slugthrowers, the loud gunshots causing ears to ring. Brief flashes from muzzles prove ineffective when rounds whip-CRACK over the heads of fleeing villagers seeking refuge back in Needleroot.

The blonde that had been at Ban's side scooped up a small girl with a blue bow, and held the hand of a slightly older boy who seemed more focused on running with the caped gal than his fear of being attacked and mauled by the hounds. They, like the villagers, move out of sight.

What are they running from?

Kath Hounds. Big ones. The first, the Alpha of the pack, stands tall (about the size of a horse). His snout is long, teeth tips peeking beneath the jowls of his mouth as he snarls and sniffs the air, big BUSHY tail wagging back and forth. His snout is already dripping with blood, though the source remains unknown until more of the pack come bounding in to join him.

Nerys, who had not taken either food or drink, still seemed to be enjoying herself quite well, playing with the children and doing her best, for all her small size to allow the kids to use her as cover for their firefights. She took a 'hit' and was just in the midst of trying to 'fie' very, very, melodramatically, when the sound broke across the gathering and she caught sight of the parents moving into quick action as the call came. She reached down, scooping up a boy close to her and handing him into the waiting hands of his mother, before she spun around, racing to the closest tree she could find to try to shimmy up it. She wasn't quite fast enough to get into a good position, though, as open of the hath hounds charged at her, only just managing to escape it's jaws as she found a pair of branches to wedge herself in, pulling her backpack around to tear open its front pack and remove her weapon, "You just stay down there. And keep looking up."

Kryll looks up for a moment as he puts down a mouthful of stew and furrows his brow. "What, why do we need our rifles?" he looks to Six who beeps something back to him. "Oh, well, doesn't that mean dinner is coming to us?" he looks about at everyone here and wonders if he needs to stand up and help with this. "It appears that this is one of the heaviest armed dinner meetings I have been to." he looks about and watches the others to determine the threat level coming.

"It's nice, Yan. You need some down time," HERESY! Eriu said it. "Besides, good beer..though..." she leans over to sniff his drink and then gives him a critical eye. "Mmm that's not native. You should have gone native...look they are smoking something." Elrych is given due considersation before Hadrix is pointed out. She gulps down what is left in her cup and then sets it down, pushing it forward to be refilled. Small burp. "Excuse me."

Life is grand right now. Really. Beats. Drinks and ..Yan upset about something. Point for EJ. She makes a motion in the air as if placng a point on the scoreboard. The children dancing around her in game get a grin, white teeth flashing as she winks. "He's a lothcat this one," she says of Yan with a little tap of his chest. Just as she taps she hears the cry for rifles and her drink is left where she put the cup.

"This way!" She says upon seeing the direction the hounds are in. "Yan!" She says, urging him to motion as she tries to urge the children aside and to try to find them cover, noticing Nerys she looks for a tree to boost them up in. "Over here little ones!"

Ban Iskender's eye narrows in short-lived confusion at the first howl, the smile fading from his face. A short nod and murmured, "My Lady," to the blonde beside him as Aryn gathers a few errant children and moves off, the black haired gentleman drawing his sword and starting in the other direction, toward the incoming pack. Alas, he'll need to return for the rest of that mug of ale...

Rifles... He only had one with him - he could draw the bow, the bowcaster, the flame thrower... the ax. Hell if only he'd brought Viera. Neither here nor there, he's been using exotic weaponry a lot lately. Time to go back to basics. One hand ramming his helmet down onto his head with a hiss when the seals lock in place.

"At least your head hasn't swollen to the point you can put that back on." <"Not the time."> the Big Mandalorian's voice still glass and gravel through the vocalizer as he draws the heavily modified rifle from his back, targeting systems linking to his HUD.

"Were you in armor because you've strained the connectors to the point they've fused." <"Stop."> Growling as he begins to seek out first targets before boosting vocalizer volume, <"Non combatants, move behind me. I'll provide cover."> tibana chambers ignite and begin glowing cherry red as the over-pressure systems begin powering for a shot. <"Par'te Mando'ade te'haat'kyr kyr'am. Te'Mando'ade nayc'chaab kyr'am, Par'ibac takisit oya'la."> murmured as the adrenaline and endorphins begin flowing. The old conditioning.

Threl Ravrari has just arrived when the howl echoes over the village. Togruta are used to giant monsters threatening to eat them as a matter of course, so instead of fleeing, the little horned gap unsheathes her spear and looks for defensible positions or someone that may need help. thank the mother she brought her medkit. this could get stabby for those protecting. Elrych had wandered off towards the fire, likely to stare at it in deep contemplation assisted by the effects of the sweet-beet weed. Though he is stired from his contemplation abruptly at the sense of the Kath hounds and a rousing of the guard. His head turns towards the pack. lips pursing, he turns towards them and takes the black and gold Lightsaber from his belt. A simple pressing of the red activation button brings the brilliant blue blade to life, humming dangerously and against the crackling fire.

As the chaos erupted there were kids to usher and civilians to protect and all sorts of preparations to be made but unfortunately when confronted with the sudden smug grin on the face of Zhu Yan said problems realized they'd have to go elsewhere for resolutions.

"Changed my mind, I'mma go have some fun," quipped the rogue with far more flippancy than the situation warranted, about-facing and legging it towards the stash of rifles where he'd put his own planet smasher. I mean, not a literal planet smasher, that was at Ord Mantell, but it was an A280 with the barrel shroud of an A310 and the compound scope of an A300. Ayyyy. It was a big rifle, just like Yan's big Bryar, because Yan subscribed to the philosophy that bigger was better and it was in no way to compensate for the fact that he was only five-and-a-half feet tall. No sir-ee.

"Everyone, get behind the big meatshield!" Ah yes, Yan, throw Hadrix to the literal wolves. He put a half-depleted magazine into the rifle and racked the charging lever. Better use these shots. "And try your hardest not to shoot him because I really don't wanna hear the complaining!"

Aw, frell.

She can't even take /herself/ some place nice and have the evening go smoothly. Muri burps her discontent after hastily downing the last of what was in her cup. Said cup stays in hand to be used as emergency projectile for the throwing or obstruction for the choking, should the hounds catch her before she finds suitable...yes, that one will do nicely!

Netep beats feet to that tree over there what's got some stumpy bits near the bottom to accomodate her short self's sloppy, panicked scrabble up the trunk. With cup in teeth. Once she's found reasonably stable (for now) purchase on a limb she guesstimates to be high enough (we'll see) Cap'n Muri straddles it, finds a place to wedge her cup, THEN pulls the pistol from her belt. Priorities. Her brain keeps alive the hope that the party will still go on, once this spot of mayhem is dealt with accordingly, so obviously the cup's important. But so is preserving the life of her generous hosts! She checks the weapon, ensures it isn't set to stun, and whistles a jaunty tune to call over one of those big puppies. She's meat on a stick! Come and get a taste.

Elrych Cometburn says, "Changed my mind, I'mma go have some fun," quipped the rogue with far more flippancy than the situation warranted, about-facing and legging it towards the stash of rifles where he'd put his own planet smasher. I mean, not a literal planet smasher, that was at Ord Mantell, but it was an A280 with the barrel shroud of an A310 and the compound scope of an A300. Ayyyy. It was a big rifle, just like Yan's big Bryar, because Yan subscribed to the philosophy that bigger was better and it was in no way to compensate for the fact that he was only five-and-a-half feet tall. No sir-ee."

Elrych Cometburn says, "Everyone, get behind the big meatshield!" Ah yes, Yan, throw Hadrix to the literal wolves. He put a half-depleted magazine into the rifle and racked the charging lever. Better use these shots. "And try your hardest not to shoot him because I really don't wanna hear the complaining!""

Merek listens when the people are calling for hunters, then he stands up, while he takes that rifle into a hand along with the next, aiming that towards the kath, while he nods a bit. "Alright."

Spear drawn, Threl looks for anyone who might need defending, but with the proliferation of lightsabers and giant guns about, she feels her spear might be a little underwhelming. Still, she'd rather have it than just having bare hands.

Remaining low, Threl makes her way around, keeping the giants between her and the monsters, ready to whip out her med kit on the off chance that one of the front line goes down, her spear ready in case one drops and she needs to defend an innocent.

The Kath Hounds have no strategy beyond answering what their noses have picked up. Meat. Spiced, half cooked, meat. They bound toward the pavilions, some braving the flat-tops and sizzling their adorable toe-beans! (o noh!) to nab a bit of sustenance before yiping back to chomp on their meal.

Others pose more of a threat as they close in on the children and fleeing villagers. Alas, from the crowd, emerges heroes who would face the threat of these Kath Hounds, and the beasts step to the line snarling and barking in a threatening manner.

"Put these rekkers down," Yells the drunk Sector Ranger who had taken to living among the natives. Wearing his old jacket with the patch, the ranger draws his handcannon and shoots at the Kath Hounds. It avoids the shot, but others bound toward the threat and the battle ensues. The ranger laughs as he dances back. "Woooooah! Hahaha!" He fires another drunken shot before being pounced by a wolf and taken down, still laughing.

Nerys was nothing if not resourceful, especially when it came to making sure she didn't find herself minus both feet and lower legs. She wedged herself in well and good, so that she was not likely to either fall or be shaken out of her tree. She also used the tree trunk as a sort of brace, bringing her weapon on and sighting on the Kath hound that has tried to eat her. The nerve! She'd show him! Well, maybe. This was not an ideal vantage point. A point proved when her intended target hopped aside, more intent on the food he was nicking from the fire than the small woman trying to shoot him in the back. Who did not, in point of fact, manage to shoot him in the back.

Kryll spots so many people he knows, and walks over towards Threl who is wielding a very large pokey stick. He walks up next to her and offers a smile, taking another mouthful of the stew. "Evening. That looks to be a very effective spear." he motions to the stew. "Have you eaten yet?" he looks out over the combat line as lightsabers, first order blasters, bowcasters, and any manner of weapons. "Huh. Quite a collection here this evening. It appears I have come improperly dressed." he shrugs, "No matter, Six, make sure we make note of the important things for later." The droid beeps and nods his head as they both stand there watching.

Biting her blade between her teeth EJ grunts as she reaches down and starts to lift a child, giving them a boost with her shoulder. She mutters soemthing around the knife and nudges them up. First one up and then the second is screaming as the hounds engage. She turns then, reaching quickly to grasp and pull the other hysterical child up. SHe can't say anything but the friend or sibling already treed is reaching down to help.

A sigh leaves Eriu and another grunt as she pushes the child up, using her hand on the foot. That is when she turns about and notes one she left behind. Knife goes to hand as she rushes the little boy. "HERE!"

Merek takes up that rifle while he begins to aim, then he blasts at the Kath, although he doesn't manage any success, while he checks the weapon, then nods a bit, taking a moment to wait.

Ban Iskender starts forward more quickly as the pack of beasts rush in and among the festival site. Seeing the inebriated Sector Ranger go down laughing under a fanged monstrosity, the young Lord's green saber interjects mortally, cutting away the kath hound, and then lunging aside to impale a second that had sought to bound past him and toward the fleeing revelers. Ban seeks to strike a third, but the cunning beast springs back, wary of the glowing sword. "If you're able to rise, I'd advise doing so, sir," he bids the ranger, who.. oops, Ban may have left half pinned under half a Kath hound.

<"Gripper"> Like Hadrix, the droid shares an aristocratic Coruscanti accent "Yes yes. Feeding supplemental visual scan data." Spotter work. This is madness. People laughing as they're brought down bloody. "Feel at home?" <"Sort of..."> "I figured." Muttered as targeting data is fed to systems and Hadrix momentarily takes a knee. Barrel extending with a heavy hiss and clunk, ready indicators flashing on his HUD as Hadrix lines up his shot, "Head shots?" <"I have someone who could use a good fur blanket."> "Softy." <"Hush." The firing stud is squeezed and the bolt explodes out, sending a heat ripple around the Mandalorian and grass withers in the wake of the overpowered shot - that explodes a crater in the bole of a tree on the edge of the clearing. "Center of mass?" <"Hush."> "Go get 'em Kath-anova." Gripper emits a giggling sound, matched by a smaller, cheerier voice from a little translator unit mag-locked to Gripper's hull "I'm laughing too!" <"Shut up, Chitterer"> "Shut up, Chitterer."

Elrych quickens his step as the beasts seem to be far more invested in scoring a meal than not dieing. So into the fray the Corellian charges, his saber VROOMPing as it swings wide, one of the hounds dexterous enough to evade the powerful swipe. Just as quickly as that came, another swift motion and blur of blue glowing saber cut through a hound before twirling and slicing another. The smell of burnt flesh and hair started to permiate the immediate area likely complimented with yelps and cries of primal pain from the beasts.

BLAM.

In comparison to the whipcracks of slugthrowers filling the air with smoke, Yan's A280 was the deep thrum of plasma-encapsulated death that turned a distant hillside into a crater. I am of course being melodramatic, it merely left a decent hole in it, one that sizzled and steamed. Unfortunately Yan could hear the baying of the hounds in the distance, he heard them devouring. "Pest ridden jackals of the earth," he murmured, racking the lever again for another shot.

"Just wanted a simple dinner in the forest.". Threl says to Kryll, watching as Lightsabers bisect and blaster fire rocks the charging beasts. One draws too close to Threl and she defends, stabbing out and twisting when she hits furred?

Is that EJ? IT'S EJ!!! And aw, there's Yan and his big gun hiding behind large meatshields. Precisely where Muri would be if she hadn't spotted a climbable thing. "EJ, LOOKOUT!" she bellows with those well-exercised lungs and cocks her blaster aside to take aim at a hound that /appears/ to maybe be trotting with EJ/her kid in its sights. The streak of red is too slow, singing nothing but one of the hound's footprints. Damn fast, hairy bastard...not so unlike that one date she had like, six years ago...mistake number 23, he was. "Imma call you Twenty-three," she mutters to the oversized canine while delicately scooting around to try and reorient her aim around the trunk.

The chaos ensues as Kath Hounds swarm the general vicinity. Aryn has made her way back to help, but is cornered by three snarling beasts which she tries, and fails, to persuade to run away. "Oh.. I don't want to hurt you.. but you're giving me no choice.." She says softly as she brushes back her cape to draw her own blaster.

The Sector Ranger, Heryl Coope, shoves the dead beast from him and rises up slowly, chuckling. "You kids and all your fancy swords. Hahaha. Back in the day, all a man needed was a.." He takes aim. "Really. Big. Rekking. Gun." He misses three shots but a fourth hits a Kath Hound, persuading it to run away. Raising the weapon, he glances Ban and smirks and a handsome grin. "Keep up, kid. Hahaha.-- LET'S GO PEOPLE, BLAST THE DAMN THINGS! THEY'RE DINNER! HAHAHA!"

Nerys, despite her miss, did not seem much put out by it. I mean to say, she was still up here and they were still down there. Of course, she did have a wonderful view of the lightsabers flashing, so that was almost like a bonus, really. And if there wasn't so much screaming, she's just watch. But there was, alas, and so, she sighted another of the beasts, hoping she might get a bit of one of them before the Jedi laid them all out. Not that she was complaining! Fight Jedi, fight! Shoot, Space Nerd, shoot! And she did, one of the smaller ones collapsing with a yelp of either surprise at being shot, or outrage at being shot in the middle of eating. How rude! But it was dead.

Kryll watches Threl as she notes she was looking for a simple dinner, and then stabs one of the Kath with her spear. He takes another mouthful of stew, and nods respectfully. "That is good form. Well done, please let me know if you need any assistance. I do not want to interrupt your combat rudely, I am trying to make proper note of the guild code." and then she is assaulted by the Kath which makes him frown, as it bites onto her head and attempts to eat her. "This one appears to be very hungry." he draws a blaster pistol from his hip in his left hand, holding the bowl of stew with his right hand to sip from. "If you cannot speak in there, please give me a thumbs up if you wish me to shoot it."

Eriu hears the call for her admist the chaos and turns in time to catch sight of the bolt as it misses the hound but redirects it enough to give her time to react. She cries at the child. "GET DOWN!" She jumps over the poor thing and end up in a forward roll. The first knife goes wide and she leans back way from the first swipe for her that ends up with her turning sharply to pull another knife and it it fly end over end.

The second hits, not hard eough to take it out but cause it to second guess. She sucks in a breath and moves for the child then. "Muri! Cover me!" She calls out as she tries to grasp the kid and drag him towards the tree.

Merek seems to be defending people best he can, while he takes a few shots at the Kath, backing up to stand next to a few people, aligning that rifle while he takes a stance. "Formation!" He then checks the weapon.

"If one goes back far enough, all men used swords," Ban returns to the ranger with a wry note to the words. Seeing the widespread predators threatening- or worse- so many in disparate directions, the soldier draws a long, slow breath through the nose, and- despite being in the midst of a bloody melee- closes his eyes, draws his sword upright in a vertical guard, and reaches out with his senses, projecting his will and focus to ward off harm from those around him... or perhaps just standing there like an idiot, depending on your belief in such things.

The hounds are closing on others and it's becoming mayhem. Hairy, horned, ugly kriffers. <"Te'Mando'ade kar'taylir val nu'liser shukalar buruk, a'par buruk'ika val'liser mav'ashie teh chaab"> the mantra resumed, focus. Control. The ax is on his back... Why'd he bring the ax?

Because he loves it. Not now. SHOOOONK

Gauntlets, cuirass, bevor, the beskar helm and shoulder plates begin to heat as another heat shimmer grows around the mandalorian and steam rises from the heat of the shot that is causing grass to brown as moisture is cooked out of them the Kath Hound on the other hand? Headless. Vaporized blood mixes with shrapnel from bone detonated from superheated marrow. But Hadrix's attention is on the flash his HUD picks up.

<"Throwing knives?"> T-visor turning to EJ, <"You didn' tell me you threw knives!"> One can almost see vague mirage like bubbles shaped like hearts floating around his head in the steam.

Elrych lets out a cry as one of the Kath hounds growls and leaps at him, clawing through the sleeve of his dark green robe and leaving a long and deep laceration. Blood seeps from the wound, the Jedi curling the arm up to his stomach as he bites back the innitial pain. "Damn things!" He swings his blade widely, missing the agile creatures as they dace about and away from the very apparent and glowing stick of light.

"SHE THROWS-" BLAM, "-KNIVES, THERE, YA HAPPY?!" erupted Zhu Yan, sending another bolt careening into the hillside. Yay for short poses because meetings.

"I'M...ON IT!" Muri assures the heroic Eriu Jynx, even though Jynx has JINXED it, by airing the request formally into the universe.

A few pieces of bark go snap-fluttering down from her position in the tree as she leeeeeeeeeeeeans and aiiiiiiiiiiiims...

"N-NO!" whoop! The cup gets nudged off its safe place by her shoulder, just as she's lined up a shot, albeit crookedly. Her right hand releases its grip on the branch just briefly while legs tighten, but her swipe for cup fails. Okay,okay, SAVE EJ! Her weight shifts, blaster fires, and knee slips. All at once. Rock-a-bye Muri, from the treetops...

At least it's not SO far a fall.

The; Ravrari getting stabbed is a way of life sometimes. Stabbing the thing that just bit her in the head? well that's what it deserves sometimes. Threl gets bitten in the head but thankfully doesn't get bitten too badly, her montrals taking the brunt, a nice gouge in the chitin. slamming her bare foot in the things midriff, Threl drives it back and, with a quick stab, impales it through the arm and into the torso, puncturing a lung and ending it with a quick twist. "I'm fine.". she says to Kryll, just as she's tackled again from the side!

While Lord Ban casts his command of the Force, Heryl covers the man in typical gun slinger fashion. He misses most of the shots, two of the damned things slipping by him to chase after the noble.

There's a near catastrophe between Muri and EJ, and blaster bolts are going EVERYWHERE.

Aryn manages to shoot each Kath Hound in quick succession. She seems to react pre-emptively, blasting one that flinched to move, then the next, and the third; which spooked the animals enough that they ran. Others began to run away too, and what's left in the wake of all this chaos are the dead Kath Hounds, and a few injured.

The villagers had not quite retreated into their buildings, but rather sat on the 'sidelines' and watched and drank. With the victory over the Kath Hounds, a cheer erupted and music started playing again.

This.. is just another night on Dantooine it seems. Farmers are already prepping the dead hounds for gutting, and new meat is going into these stews! The party MUST go on, and thus.. it does.

Heryl smirks at Ban as he slides his DE-10 home. "You did alright, I suppose. Come let an old man get ya a drink. Hahaha!" He claps Ban on the shoulder and slowly swaggers back toward the canvas flies to pour some more ale.

Haha! She got one! Well, there were still so many, so celebrate later, Space Nerd. Nerys, moving from one target to another, shifted in her tree, taking a spare few seconds to orient herself and locate the most threatening of the hounds, ie., those attacking people who need not be attacked. She frowned, centering herself before she settled on a target and took the shot. And then, horror of horrors, the battle was over! Lamentation! Only not really. because sitting in trees was really not as much fun as it sounded. A quick assessment of the situation, and Nerys was putting away her weapon, securing it tightly before she untreed herself and tried to make it back down to the ground. Now, now, she was due for something to drink. And a quiet place to pick out a few splinters. Because ouch.

Kryll offers Threl a smile and nods as she takes another impact after felling the first beast. "So true. People seem overly concerned when I move out and take fire, you seem to be handling yourself well, I just do not have a lot of experience with you to understand your capabilities." he continues to stand in a relaxed but prepared posture, and raises the bowl for another drink as he observes further. "You will certainly need something to eat after this, and perhaps medical attention. Do not worry, Doctor Cole is here and should be able to tend to you. She is very skilled." he holsters his sidearm as the Kath are run off and smiles to Threl again, "Want some stew?"

That is a blaster bolt from the blaster Muri haphazardly pointed her way mid fall. "KRIFF!" she dumps herself to the left, dragging the poor child with her onto the ground, using her body to cover the young one just in case. "MURI!" She says sharply, not yets eeing that the woman had collapsed into a heap on the ground below her perch point.

She rises back to her feet, standing over the child and ready to defend if need be. Its a strange thing to see the Hapan dusty, ruffled somewhat motherly to a child she does not know. But the hounds are soon off, rushing back to the wilds they came from. "Good!" She cries after them and then turns about to help the little one up and moves towards Muri. "Muri...you gotta get better with a gun." Pot calling the kettle black.

Getting slammed to the ground is not something that Threl really wants to do but, when it happens, the little Togruta rolls. Slavering jaws clatter near but, somehow, do not pierce tender flesh so Threl thrusts with her spear, using the momentum to get a little more *uumph* to it, jabbing the thing right in its open mouth. Getting a spear in the soft palate isn't very pleasant but, thanks to a slightly low aim, Threl's attack hits a bony plate, sliding forward, poking it right in the muzzle, the point poking through the top of its nose! With a massive YELP the hound dives back and flees, along with the rest of the pack!

Threl gets to her feet, blood seeping from a few puncture wounds and a nice gouge in her horns. "Understand." She says, spitting, kicking with a bare foot toward the fleeing beast. "Wasn't expecting any of this."

Was anyone?

Threl reaches up to tenderly touch the gouge in her montral, wincing. "I fine. Just...ow." Her spear is leaned against a nearby thing and her backpack comes around, the medkit buried within coming out. "Anyone need fixing? I help."

Merek looks to the Kath while they begin to take off, then he begins to lower that rifle. He looks to the ones on the ground, taking the time to check on them. He inhales, then takes a moment to look around a bit. He lifts up the rifle, then takes a clean shot in the direction that they were fleeing, even if they are away. He then walks about off into the plains a bit.

Ban Iskender remains still and silent where he stands, save for the him of his upright saber, eyes remaining closed, an intent frown drawing black brows together as a first trickle of sweat beads and begins to slowly trickle down his face. Only his cape moves, stirred by movements of the air and aggressions that swirl around the serene soldier. He is only jolted from the reverie by the clap to his shoulder, green eyes opening as the green blade is switched off. "I.. will thank you for such shortly, sir." He needs to check on a few others,first...

Merek looks to the Kath while they begin to take off, then he begins to lower that rifle. He looks to the ones on the ground, taking the time to check on them. He inhales, then takes a moment to look around a bit. He lifts up the rifle, then takes a clean shot in the direction that they were fleeing, even if they are away. He then walks about off into the plains a bit. He nods thankfully a bit to Iskandar.

Elrych disengages his lightsaber as the beasts mark their retreat, the crowd cheering and going back to their drinking, eating, and smoking. The sweet-beet weed that he had partaken in just moments before the attack was amplifying the sorness and pain from the bleeding laceration inflicted upon him by the Kath hounds. Replacing his saber back onto his utility belt, the Corellian Jedi Ace opens and closes his injured arms hand, hissing slightly. He looks around at the others before turning to meander his way out of the camp and likely back to his ship where he could repair the damage in peace... and with sound mind.

One of the hounds circling and attacking bays and the Big Mandalorian is turned in time to see it coming at him, mouth opened... He sees the teeth center on his chest plate but the teeth stop and the creature rebounds from him leaving him utterly unscathed. And then they're leaving, just as soon as they came. He might like this planet.

Memories come to Hadrix's mind, one other occasion and he looks about for the figures holding Jetii'kad. Even when the hound is driven off by further shots Hadrix takes the time to offer a nod to the one who was standing still when he might've had to patch his armor again. Barrel extender retracting back and overpressure chambers venting.

<"Gripper?"> "I tagged its location, don't worry." <"Thanks."> Hadrix slings the weapon across his back as Gripper pats his shoulder with a robo-tentacle and he makes for the location of the Togruta, <"Threl!"> he brought her here, better make sure she's going home whole, <"Threl! Are you whole?"> following his HUD when his tracker finds and brackets the togruta.

"Well," said Yan, looking up from the sight and at the sight of retreating hounds, and wincing when the deafening cry of victory went out, "I now need to talk to an NSec officer about a dud she sold me." It was the nicest way he could say I'M GONNA KILL WAHL. "Is that Imperial walking off?" Yan asked, referring to the guy in the CNG armour with the F-11 rifle that was just ambling off into the plains. "There's like... hounds out there. Eh. Whatever. We'll find him in the morning." Edgy. He lifted the rifle, popped out the nearly-spent magazine, racked the charging lever to clear out the last vestiges of plasma energy, and laid it back down with all the other firearms. "SO! Where's the booze? Got take myself to trashtown. In alcohol. Not in attire." Pause. Mumble. "I don't dress like trash."

"Don't judge me," Muri groans from the dirt, lying flat on her back after rolling off the knobby root she'd actually landed on. It could be worse. If she'd lost her cup, for instance. But it's just there, a few finger reaches away. She creeps her reach along until purchase is made. "I was only doing what you asked!"

"Least we aren't dead." Not for lack of lack of skills. Sore but alive, Netep curls up off the ground and pushes herself to feet. The retrieved cup is dusted haphazardly off on pants leg - a cleanish portion, and she blows out the interior with a squint - just in case. Good enough. "How 'bout I make it up to ya though, with a drink?" *Wink* Muri waddles that-a-way, tailbone a mite bruised.