I woke up to the sound of snoring. The piercing sound of a tea-pot boiling over was the only thing that came to mind as I groggily opened my eyes and looked over to see my mutt curled up in a corner next to the fire. Jango was an unpleasant one: quick to anger, pugnacious and quite the savage. I still don’t understand how the little Dracken came under my ownership, but I learned not question such things.
When your life is on the line, you’ll accept just about anything and anyone that protects your back in territory that no one has seen in over a millennium.
The sun was slowly falling in the distance, the Deradune heat would soon come to an end for the day, but even the warmest places in the galaxy can quickly become the coldest. I yawned quietly as I put out the fire, looking around to see our other companion, Rorrim.
Rorrim was another interesting fellow. A bright, young Aurin with a mind that could run circles around any of the most savvy Mechari and has done so on numerous occasions. I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive today.
I only heard the the sound of what sounded like a cloth hitting the ground before I felt the weight of Jango on my back trying to rip into me.
“What have I told you, Jango. You can’t kill me that easily…” I said as I reached back and grabbed him, tossing him in front of me like a rag. “You’ll need more than just your claws to rip through my skin.”
Only half true. I could feel myself bleeding slightly but my skins quickly closed up and stopped. One of the benefits of being a Granok, I suppose. I let out a sigh and looked at my counterpart only to find that it was someone different. The Dracken that laid before me was more muscular and lean than Jango ever could be and his bright orange fur was a big different from Jango’s yellow pelt. The horns were probably the biggest giveaway.
Jango only had one.
Pulling out my rifle, I let off a warning shot. I knew that I would regret that as I knew that there were camps nearby. The sun finally fell and I heard Jango start growling himself awake behind me as the would-be assassin slowly rose from the sandy ground.
“Leave now…” I whispered as I shoved my rifle into the assassin’s face. “Leave now and make no word that we are here.”
His eyes dilated as he saw the inside of the barrel and then up at me. He let out a low growl and nodded and quickly ran off into the darkness. I felt Jango walk up beside me and growl just as low.
“He’s going to snitch.” Jango noted.
I looked around for Rorrim, I’m surprised he hadn’t been woken up by the shot and we needed to move fast. The bed that he had though was no where to be seen and I couldn’t find traces of spare parts for MAG, his scanner sidekick. Noisy, loud and in-efficient but I don’t blame Rorrim for keeping it as it was his first and only scanner he’s ever had.
Jango had cleaned up the camp and looked at me with a slight tinge of worry.
“I know, Jango. We need to get you out of here quick before they realize what you’ve taken.” I slowly pulled out a small disk that contained some secrets that the Dominion had found around the area and some other unsavory details that none of us could decipher. This was a job for Rorrim, but he needed more equipment than we had here.
“I hear them, Chite.” Jango said in a hushed whisper.
I looked around quickly, knowing that it would be futile at this point. The charging of weapons was heard all around me and I slowly put up my hands, knowing they were pointed right at me.
“Sorry, Jango. Looks like we’re in the deep once more…” as I felt the concentrated force of air and magic hit me in the back of the head, knocking me unconscious.
Just alittle something I thought of awhile ago. Wanted to get the base out and stewing… if people want more, I’ll be more than happy to go deeper.
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