Log:When Game Hunts You

When Game Hunts You

OOC Date: May 1, 2020
Location: Chandrila
Participants: Septima Carnine, Poe Dameron, Fyrris, Atrel Katah, Sajin, Nubri, Aras Khan

It is a beautiful day on Chandrila. The place is absolutely bustling with activity and with visitors. There's been a lot of people coming in for tourism even amongst the repairs that have been happening. There's a few ships that have come in today, carrying some trophy hunters with them. They're all kitted out and had been hanging around the Wild Game Reserve. The keepers of the place have been trying to tell them their concerns, but, they didn't listen really. They've been gone for about an hour. Maybe they found something or maybe they have all died from being eaten by something?

One of the employees is standing just outside where groups check in with Septima and they are conversing with a bit of urgency.

Exploring the reserve today, is Senator Khan. He makes his way around the reserve dressed in his old spacer gear, and spots Septmia chatting to some of the local staff. He makes his way over to her, "I have not explored this part of the world yet, I am mixed on the sitation."

Nubri blinks, entering the reserve in.... crimson armour. With an E-11.... is anyone sure she isn't a stormtrooper? A.... storm trooper with a bunch of healing equipment on her belt. Even worse! She can heal the army of the Crimson Order, then! As she sees Septima and Aras, she decides to make her way over to them <<"Senator Ghann.">> she greets him

He's in crimson! But not armor. Unless it's social armor. Either way he looks good. Expensively good. Fyrris walks with several durasteel cases, one for three of his hands, the fourth tending a cigarra in his mouth.

"I swear this is more than we'll need for samples. Unless you want... like a leg. But that's gross. A whole leg. I'd think maybe a bone or some blood at most." speaking in a chipper tone as he strolls along with a little kick-step. Atrel Katah with him, likely looking... displeased with his joy. That filthy jocularity of him. So unscientific (even if it is sexy)

Poe Dameron was an avid hunter. A native of the Massassi world/moon Yavin IV, his father Kes had taught him all the needs of a true survivor (from the standpoint of a ground pounding commando that is.) So it may not have surprised anyone to find the amiable ace pilot near one of the game warden structures checking in for a hunt all his own.

He wears a nice, low-maintenance ensemble dressing for comfort and utility. Over one shoulder, slung in its collapsed state, an A280 CFE, and upon his thigh a holster that sat his DL-44. Blaster rifle hunting was a quick, and less-messy way for a good kill. An A280 though? Just in case. Poe followed the warnings issued by the wildlife and safety.

"NO drek, there we were.. jungles of Yavin IV.." He says, regaling this young ranger of a tale about Kes Dameron.

Sajin was here, quiet and in the back. He wasnt wearing his usual.power armor but a different set of the heavy stuff this time around. Bowcaster with him, he waited to begin the hunt.

Atrel is beside Fyrris, looking nonplussed in her basic get up. The Arkanian seems to be letting out a long breath. "I forgot the last time I had to work in the field." She adjusts the glasses on her nose. Once they settle up higher she follows besides the Codru. "Please, do not get hurt. That was not something I wish to repeat."

Her white eyes narrow as she glances to the assembled and looks ready to play back up if needed.

"But Ma'am they've been gone for almost an hour with no radio contact. We should send someone in." the keeper states to Septima and there's a sigh from the brunette as she gives a look to the gate, then back to the keeper, "Give them another call on the radio, tell them to answer within the next ten minutes or we are sending in...someone." she tells her. Then the woman is turning and there's so many faces that appeared! "Senator Khan, we've been dealing with a troublesome group that just came in today. Looks like hunters in over their heads." she tells him. "Usually it's pretty tame over here." she admits. Was that a pun? There is a nod of greeting to Nubri, "Good afternoon." she greets her.

There is a bit of a squint given Sajin's way, "I do believe that is the King of Drik." she tells Aras and Nubri. Fyrris and Atral get waves of greeting. But, then there is that legendary hair that belongs to Poe Dameron and there's a bright smile given towards the General and a wave, "Hello Poe." she greets him.

Aras Khan nods as Septima replies and explains. "Is this a common occurance? Is the wildlife here dangerous, and could they have fallen into trouble?" he looks about the area, "Are there guards or security here?"

Nubri sighs, looking at her rifle "Why do I, everywhere I need to go, need to serve as ground security?" she wonders, tilting her head

There is another broad look as he looks over to Atrel and Fyrris beams, "Hurt! Why would I get hurt! I look far too adorable like this to get hurt. If I flex my cheeks the ladies will swoon." he pauses, "I'll warn you first, so we can run after I butt-flex us to safety."

He returns Septima's wave cheerily and before he can realize the earful he's getting later he's calling out "Senator! You're way prettier in real life than you are on the holos!"

"Mmmm you always get hurt when out of your native environment or the ship. This is most definitely neither of those places," Atrel points out for the Codru's benefit. She arches a brow, white line of hair flexing upwards before she snorts. SNORTS?!

Atrel nods to the Senator when she is given a wave. "Mmm so you keep up on politics now too?" She does not recognize a soul otherwise, or so she thinks.

"And-- oh hello there, Senator." Poe says, sporting a charming grin of his own. He angles a two-fingered salute from his temple and glances back to the Ranger, suddenly forgetting what he was saying. "What was I saying?" He asked, to which the young lady replied. "I.. don't know.." -- "Oh, I see. Well, I'll remember and visit again soon." Poe pushes off the counter and walks closer to Septima. "So, what's going on?"

Sajin is still kind of standing off in the corner, shuffling his bowcaster a bit. <<"Yeah... it's me...">> He says out of the bulky armor. It had more room than his formfitter but was probably just about as heavy and didn't give him a bit of extra strength. Though, it had slightly thicker panels which protected him from blaster bolts... and ferrel beasts! <<"I can start tracking them now if you want, just call me if they answer you...">>

Septima gives a nod to the keeper as they head off to try to radio the group. This gives her time to turn to Aras and Nubri, "This is the wild game reserve, hunting is a big draw to the place. We do sometimes get people in that are way over their heads and their egos won't let them back down until they're saved. It happens." she sighs softly. "And there is security, yes. I was going to send one of my guards in with a group to see if they needed assistance though." she explains. A look is given to Nubri and there's a gentle smile, "Hopefully it will pan out and we won't have to send anyone in." she admits.

Septima blushes when Fyrris calls out she's prettier in real life and there's a chuckle, "Thank you." she tells him. Then there's a soft smile to Poe, "Ah, just having a bit of a tiff with a group of hunters that came in. I am hoping that we can get them to reply back before having to send anyone in after them." she explains. Then she gives a dip of her head to Sajin, "Your majesty." she greets him. "We might, if you don't mind having to deal with a few men that are a handful." she tells him.

Looking about the area, Khan looks for potential options then turns back to Septima, "I would not be useful in any ground combat situation, perhaps there is a shuttle that can be used to fly over and spot them? What is the terrain like, Senator Carnine?" he turns his large blue eyes to the others and nods politely to each as they arrive and join the small pack of people inquiring about the situation. "I would be happy to be of assistance, but do not want to get in the way of rescuing people in need."

Nubri shrugs "I mean, I can patch them up. I have a clinic on standby in the starport." she muses, rubbing her chin "And if I need to shoot them out." she sighs "I also am ready for that."

"I don't get hurt -every- time we're out of the ship. There was the one time I slipped and fell in Ko Hentoblorone and got covered in muck... And me and that hot redhead kept throwing up in our mouths because she was covered in exploded person." Fyrris makes an ugh sound. Super gross. He 'urps' just thinking about it. But Septima responds and he looks to Atrel,

"Hey! She heard me!" Of course she did. You're loud.

Adorable... But loud.

"Oh, careless hunters. They're the worst." Poe adds on, turning to look at the others and pointing a thumb toward Senator Khan. "He's not got a bad idea. A shuttle will have more luck flying over. It'll just upset the other game hunters out there when the sound of the engines scare away their quarry." Taking a lean. "Of course, I can lead a crew out there into the dangerous wilderness to look for these knuckleheads."

"You've never dealt with my men, I'm used to it... honestly." Sajin says with a nod towards the Senator, "Also. I weas Defiance's Janitor for several years... you learn to tune things out..." A shrug is given.

"You do. You purposely stepped in front of a shot meant for me. And then I had to see to your wound." Inconvenience. Not even a thank you given. Atrel lifts her head at the mention of patching up.

"I am sorry what is happening here?" The Arkanian appears to have been in her own little world. She glances from one of the other, "I can of course help as well." The offer made she crosses her arms before her chest as she redirects Fyrris and little more towards the gathering. Bringing him closer to the Senator that the Codru is gushing over.

Her head turns giving the impression her pupiless eyes are settled on Poe. Assessing.

Inside one of the stations of the grounds, there's the crackling of a radio. That's some old school stuff right there. "We've got something!" the keeper shouts. But, just as there is a crackle of words, the group can here shouting. Lots of shouting. Then the ground shakes underneath them. Sending tremors and panic through the crowd.

"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" Septima shouts as she tries to clear the gate from where others enter.

There is a group of about six hunters with guns trying to train on what's behind them. Which is a huge honking Mudhorn...who looks SUPER PISSED OFF.

Nubri blinks, raising her hands "Caaalm down boy, calm down...." she starts, as the Mudhorn stampedes at her. She doesn't manage to calm it, so she just jumps out of the way

Looking the wrong way at first Khan turns as the shouts are heard and then spots the pack of hunters running towards them. "That, does not look like a good thing." he slowly starts stepping backwards, away from the people raising weapons and preparing to shoot at the raging monster. If there was a bush, he would consider walking backwards and fading into it. "I am certainly not trained for this."

"It was a horrific monster bite and it ruined one of my best suits." Fyrris looks back to Atrel, head tipping to the side and fluttering his lashes at her, "I couldn't let it bite you. Otherwise I would have stayed in cover." and then she's looking at the dark haired, dreamy eyed, sharp boned... Oh man no wonder. He's dreamy.

And Fyrris thought he was pretty good looking. Well he is. But. Well. Details.

Shut up.

Now Septima is shouting... And there's... Oh A mudhorn. "OH! A mudhorn! Atrel, they have a mudhorn!"

Poe has nothing witty to say when there's action to be had. Turning at the sound of thunderous steps, Poe's eyes go large, and he flips his rifle up, slapping its receiver with the palm of his hand. "Everyone! Spread out! They go for large groups!!! Spread out!" Poe jogs off to one side, shouldering his weapon and doing his best to attempt a good shot at the thing. Keeping his distance was a top priority, but so was shooting it. Ahhhh!

A moment of consideration reveals to Poe that the animal is defensive and has only honed in on the hunters. It has not moved to attack the others yet. "This thing looks defensive! Like it's only focused on those hunters!"

<<"I don't see it yet...">> Sajin mentions to Poe as he moves away from the others, keeping within at least eye sight of them. HE wasn't worried, his survival skills after being homeless for many years were legendary... alas it was safer to keep them within visible distance. His bowcaster raises, scanning... ready.

"This...this is why we do not venture out," Atrel quips at Fyrris, already sounding irritated by the goings on. She steps back, twists about and realizes that she never thought to arm herself on Chandrila. Hissing through her teeth she hurries herself apart from others, heading for a tree if available to use as a sort of block. She's not about to stay out in the open given the circumstances.

Her foot hits mud and white shoes splatter upwards covered in it. She curses below her breath but presses her hands to the tree and leans out to get a look, the colors of the heat from everyone noticeable. "Can someone blinde it? Flares?" She cries out. Flash bangs?

One of the keepers that was helping runs out, "PLEASE DON'T SHOOT IT!" the man raises his hands, then there's a look to the mudhorn before looking down at his datapad, "We just got this specimen in this morning...and it's not on the hunting list." the man shoots absolute DAGGERS at the group of hunters. Then he's turning to a few other keepers that have hurried out. One aimed with a tranquilizer gun that looks like it might down a Rancor. A dart goes into the neck of the mudhorn and it wobbles just slightly with a large grumble of displeasure.

Meanwhile Septima is absolutely fascinated by the appearance of this big beast and is standing next to one of the keepers that came out to help. Her bodyguards, who have been off tending to other things come in to this mess and look like they're about to have a stroke.

Meanwhile, the group of hunters look like they might be trying to get out of the mess they caused.

Unless someone stuns them.

Aras Khan does not have a blaster, or a stun cannon, or anything that might help in a combat situation against an animal tank. "Ok, Clearly staying away from groups of people. How do we stop it?" he looks to Poe, and the other more experienced combatants, "How do you stop it without shooting it?"

Stun! Yeah! Stun! That's why he bought the gun! It only sorta hurts! Fyrris digs in his jacket, and draws... Wait he has a pistol!?!

Does Atrel know!?

Jibbers Crabst. He has a GUN. He fumbles for a stun toggle. Remembers it mostly just stuns. Real hero.

HE HAS A GUN.

"Hey! Someone stop those hunters!" Poe cries out, angling his rifle up slightly once he recognized that the Mudhorn was taking affect to the dart gun. He does not train his rifle on the hunters, yet. They have not proven to be a threat, just slippery, and causing an unneeded gun fight wasn't something Poe needed on his reputation or conscience. "Keep pelting it with the dart gun until it's asleep!"

Poe is caught between wanting to chase down the hunters, and wanting to admire the big beast!

If that guy was staring daggers, the big dude in the armor with the bowcaster (Sajin) was staring two very big blades in their direction now. "I'd stop..." He says to them in an even tone, "Or I'll stop you myself..." There isn't any humor or comedy to that. It is what it is, stated with compelte confidence and with absolute certainty. He lets those with non-lethal weapons take care of the animal.

Atrel is not above remaining where she is to let others deal with the problem. "I am not familiar with this creature but is it attracted to anything in particular that we can draw it away with?" Best not to go running out there making lots of noise. Decoys first.

She glances over at Fyrris to be sure he's followed suit and notes he has pulled a gun. "Do not shoot it..you will draw its attention." Warned.

There are more darts that go into the Mudhorn and soon it looks like it's going to fall over and go night night.

BUT FIRST! Which direction is it going to fall in? No one knows and that's what makes the situation so suspenseful. Not really.

"Ma'am I don't think we have anything that would lure it back into the gates that we can get quickly enough. But, we can get it to sleep and get it back in it's area where it's supposed to be." one of the Keepers tell Atrel quietly.

Towards the entry gates, those human Hunters go very still when guards are called for and when Sajin is threatening, because who was going to ignore that? No one that wanted to live. "It was just a prank on our friend..." one starts off. But, they are in trouble. They could have gotten people injured or a lot worse.

And while everyone is looking towards the commotion with the group of hunters, the Mudhorn finally wobbles to the left and continues to keel over, it's big form blocking out the sight of Senator Carnine and the other keeper that had come out to help originally.

A blink and Fyrris looks to Atrel, "But... But... Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut." The Codru makes big eyes at Atrel. Looks at the mudhorn. Then he looks at his gun. Then the mudhorn, then Atrel.

It's happening! ITS HAPPENING.

Lower lip is out.

Poe watches as the Mudhorn is subdued and falls over with a thunderous plump. His nerves ease up then and he lowers his rifle to reflect this, carrying it in front of him and angled down to the ground. He hooks his hand over the pistol grip, and allows the weight of the rifle to transfer to its sling, a common practice among soldiers.

It looked like Sajin had things under control. The hunters would be incredibly foolish to challenge the King of Drik. For added measure, he joins the big guy. "Prank or no, this has gotten a bit out of hand. You should all report to the Game Warden and figure out what needs to happen from here. Let's not upset the big guy here." A thumb to Sajin.

Sajin continues to just look mean, standing there in his heavy armor with his equally large weapon... blaster... bowcaster. Get your minds out of the gutter. <<"I'll ecourt you there...">> The King of Drik offers to the hunters. He would have said much the same thing as Poe did, but there was no reason to repeat a lesson already given. <<"Let's get going... the lot of you.">> He nods his head in the direction towards the park offices.

Watching it finally fall over after some liberal sedating, Atrel arches a brow, glancing aside at her 'hero'. Fyrris side arm is given a look before she steps out. Boots ruined! Mud splatters across the pure white shade before she ahems and smooths her jacket into place. Slowly she begins to traverse the distance closer - slowly, cautiously. No reason to go running towards the danger.

"Getting too old for all of this," she murmurs but calls out. "Is there anyone in need of medical attention?"

That asked she turns slowly to look at Fyrris. "Put that away. No need any longer." She waited him out or rather waited the Mudhorn out.

The Hunters slink back towards the station, having been properly terrified by Sajin and by Poe. Because who doesn't know THAT face?! Their guns are collected and they are seen into an office to talk about their 'Prank' and probably get their ear talked off by one of the older game wardens. There's a few disgusted looks from the locals for people coming here and acting like that, but, they don't say anything out loud about it.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Mudhorn where two guards are looking over it's leg, is a Senator that's smiling, "Stop smiling, this isn't funny, Senator!" one of her poor bodyguards scolds her. "Oh come on, we got out of the way in time." Septima states as she tries to get up, but, her tunic is stuck under the Mudhorn. "Just in time." she gives a bit of a smile to the guard. He's appeased for the moment as the woman tries to yank the clothing that's stuck from under the big thing. "Well, this doesn't happen everyday." she muses as she takes one more big pull. SUCCESS!

But she has enough momentum that she falls on her butt again and there's a bit of a laugh. "That was fun, lets not do it again." she nods to her guards.

Everyone seemed to be fine. There was one tranq'd Mudhorn, five scolded humans and one dirty Senator. So it was a regular day really.

But... Gun! Fyrris makes The Face (tm) and stares at Atrel. "I get to finish my cigarra at least!" It's all over. Not even samples. He brought all these cases! ALL OF THESE CASES!

This is the worst. This is the absolute WORST. He takes a long drag, breathing out through his nostrils.

"Well we could take blood samples while it's sleepy deepy?"