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located in Star Wars, a part of Star Wars: A Galaxy In Flames, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Rift Kilbaine Character Portrait: Koda'Rai Character Portrait: Ati Jendrassi Character Portrait: Edar Xann Character Portrait: Davern Korosnos Character Portrait: Shikle Sevii Character Portrait: IG-136/59 Character Portrait: Zekk
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IG-136



The droid stood guard at the top of the wreckage, playing sentry and scanning the dunes for hostile movement. Rotating at the waste, all of It's receptors operated at maximum efficiency, scrutinizing every grain of sand. No new orders to play nursemaid had been given, and IG sure as hell wasn't volunteering. It's objective was clear, escort the Insect Thingy Koda'Rai, and nowhere was their fine print mentioning the others. It would simply guard him, and reluctantly obey him.

There was once or twice where the droid picked up movement out in the desert, but the suns were reflecting off the sand and distorting the images. The glare was so horrid that IG would have a hard time telling a Tusken War Party from a couple migrating sand mites. It still drew it's blaster, attaching the sporting extension just in case......




Zekk


The sickness from being frozen in carbonite was preying on all of Zekk's senses. It was even difficult to hear his own swears as he continue bashing onto the humanoid, though there was one. Someone was trying to yell, to communicate.

"Stop! Listen! You Are Ok! You're Blinded, And As Hard As It May Seam, You Need to Calm Down! You're On Tatooine!"


Realizing that this reality was not exactly the one he thought he was in, he began to calm down. He even began what would have been a half-assed apology. Until something rocketed him into the wall by his throat. Once again, fighting instinct fought a war against dulled senses and impaired movement. All of his past battles came roaring back, urging him to wage war against this new threat with every once of power he still held unto. Zekk slashed, clawed, bit, and kicked, till finally the sound of blasterfire gave him a moments pause. Beyond basic senses, Zekk was never good at perceiving things. Even for a non-sensitive, he lacked that lesser sixth sense that kept normal beings from stumbling over each or alerted one to a presence behind them. Zekk had no clue what was happening, but the feeling in the pit of his gut told him he was about to be hit. And it was going to hurt.

"Aw balls..... Grkk!"


Sure enough, he was knocked back into unconsciousness.

Ah, there it was. The familiar, even familial grip of his axe. The sight of that damnable wookie. The face off. This bastard was the one that got away, and Zekk was determined to fix his perfect record. Blasts of charged particles sprayed from his shotgun as the Mando returned fire with two E-11 rifles. The entire complex shook from their brutal fight, pieces of the factory were demolished by explosions. Both combatants were beaten, battered, and shot, but they fought still. Zekk had ripped the helmet from the fur ball with his teeth, while the wookie tore away Zekk's precious axe. The shootout had downgraded into little more than a slobber-knocker fist fight. The Mandalorian using martial form whilst the Bounty Hunter utilized advanced grapples and wrestling techniques. Both wielded natural weapons and massive brute strength. Both refused to back down. Finally, the wookie pulled a trump card, activating a personal-defense stun-shield which blasted the lizard away. However, Zekk had landed near his axe. The battle would be won in a single decisive moment, as he charged his bounty in a fit of rage. But as in the dream before, the ground gave way and Zekk fell into the darkness.

Zekk had started to stir at the sensation of being dragged. Not an entirely unfamiliar thing to him, but never was it welcomed. His eyes cracked open, and instantly regretted it. The world was a bright, blurry white. So great was this blurred light, that it felt blinding. Faint hints of movement encircled him, but he couldn't make out form. The simply looked as slightly darkened blobs, barely standing in contrast to the glaring white background. It was like trying to see the world through an inch of cellophane. Even his own hands before his eyes looked unrecognizable and alien to him. Only when they moved to his command could Zekk even tell they were his own limbs. Then there was a the ringing. A maddening hum that whined through his head and deafened out most of the chatter. He had heard the word "trandoshan" be tossed out somewhere in the mix, but from what or who was a mystery. Finally, his mind began functioning enough to think aloud.

"Wha.... Who..... What landed on me......? Agh, my head feels like I got kicked by an Aklay...... Where..... Where am I?"