Brief Notes from the 'Festival of the Hunt' - Days 1-3

Maligaant grimaced in disgust as the bandit was blown backwards from the impact of his stun bolt, the Nightsinger sniper rifle dropping from the stunned rogue's hands and falling down the edge of the cliff, shattering into pieces as it ricocheted from one rocky impact to another. "DAMN!" he cursed to himself.  This gang of criminals was well known to the people on this planet and he had every intention of taking them alive...or at least most of them but they weren't making it easy.  And to make things worse he hadn't timed his shot well enough and now lost his chance to acquire the ONLY piece of gear these worthless rogues were brandishing.

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Tired of exchanging gun fire with what remained of the decimated group of criminals, Maligaant ordered his men to board Razor's Edge.  A moment later the Nu-class Attack shuttle screamed to a stop a short distance from the remaining bandits as Maligaant and all twelve of his squad members lept out from the extended ramp, tossing stun grenades as they made their descent. Five of the six remaining bandits were quickly neutralized, subdued and handcuffed.

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Eyeing the group of criminals taking cover in an ice cave across the frozen sector,  Maligaant took careful note that they were wearing no less than 3 Heavy Battle Helmets and 2 Heavy Battle Armours among them.  Looking to his data pad he marked the cave's location. That group of bandits would  have to wait until he and  his squad had finished hunting and butchering this herd of Tauntaun.  He slowly wiped a bit of drool from his lips as he imagined the sweet tasted of Tauntaun steak for dinner.

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Pulling the collar of his arctic coat tight around his neck he used an extended fore-claw to punch out a series of taps onto his data pad,  signaling his men to follow his lead.  These recruits were still very raw and had much to learn.  Unsure he'd be able to teach them any more than the very basics in the short two weeks he had been given,  he mumbled imperceptibly to himself.  He placed the data pad back into his backpack & brought the DLT-20a back up to his shoulder and drew a slow and steady aim at the lead Tauntaun fixed squarely in his scope.

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Falling into a deep bank of snow Maligaant came to  a stop within visual distance of the herd of Tauntaun.  They hadn't moved that far and he'd run much farther distances back on Togoria, but his lungs were still burning from the freezing cold air. Glancing over his shoulder he could see his squad was just coming into view through the thick falling snow. The men seemed to be struggling from the short run and many looked to be nearly out of breath. "They're gonna need a minute to gather their strength before setting up firing positions." he thought quietly to himself.

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Tapping out orders to the squad on his data pad, Maligaant positioned his men strategically around the ice cave.  Eyeing the sleeping bandits he thought to himself, "They'll never see it coming!" and gave the order for his men to open fire.  The lone watchman went down, gyrating and convulsing as electricity shot through his body.  The cave was engulfed in blaster fire, from the squad's concentrated rifles (set to stun of course), the bandits scrambled and hobbled for cover.

They stood no chance.  Within moments the concentration of rifle fire & stun grenades from well placed Draigons left all the bandits convulsing or motionless except for their leader, a droid that had taken refuge.  Not wanting to damage it anymore than was required Maligaant ordered his men to hold their fire as he pulled an ion grenade from his tactical belt and tossed it perfectly to the droid's feet.  After a blinding flash of electricty the droid was on the ground sputtering and spitting sparks.  This hunt was concluded.

Walking up to the fallen bandit leader, a droid of all things, it sputtered a few last dying sparks and then it's motors froze up and it's visiual aperatures went dark. Bending over the droid he opened it up and began dismantling its inner circuits, salvaging some useful droid parts.

Standing up he walked over to one of the fallen bandits,  struggling for breath as it's gaping wound in it's chest sucked air.  The poor fellow had shot himself with his own blaster after being hit with a stun bolt. Maligaant reached down with his right paw,  starring into the bandit's eyes, his claws extended and ended his suffering.  He reached over and pried the now dead fingers from a shiny A280 rifle as a look of satisfaction stretched across  his face. "Well done, Draigons! Search the camp, leave nothing unturned." and with that he tossed the rifle to Trakinor Sutherland     with the words, "Your kill, your rifle!"

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