Snippet #2250922

Shikle was sitting against part of a sand dune overlooking the crash site, just scanning the area with his goggles. Tuskens could attack but they could be easily repelled. A Krayt Dragon on the other hand was a completely different story on it's own, let alone a great Krayt. If one of those popped up he would ditch the others to go on his own way. After all he had all the time in the galaxy. He would not feel any remorse leaving the others behind. There was an irrational droid, an Imperial that was anti-social, and mandalorians. Rift looked like a mercenary who either thought it was mercy to kill the injured beyond all hopelessness or was too afraid to be slowed down by them. Funny that an assassin seems to be one of the most moral beings in the party. He thought to himself grinning. It did not matter because to him they were all soup anyways.

After scanning he crept back to base. The clothing that he took from his target's corpse was a light tan color so it blended well with the sand. He planned to stay at a distance of at least forty meters from the main party at all times. Even as he crept back to the wreckage he was taking great care to remain unseen. He then quickly walked out openly, where to some would seem as if he had simply appeared, and walked quickly to the water. He then began to splashing some of it on the ground to quickly make some mud, an act that the others may not like since water was so precious in these parts. He then spread it over his guns to make them look dusty. Shikle continued to where he knew those who were once injured laid. He then began to strip the corpses clothing into multiple pieces of various sizes and wrapped them around his guns. Now his guns had a color that could blend in better to the sand. He then continued to searching around for some spare ammo.