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Dinui walked into the headquarters, slinging her rifle over her shoulder. She walked up to the front desk, taking her helmet off. She looked around for someone, waving down a NCR trooper, who looked at her strangely before walking over to her. "How can I help you, ma'am?" He asked, looking at her.
Dinui wore her red hair short, most of it in a bun. Her green eyes looking at the young man, barely out of his teens, looking back at her, staring at her. "I am looking for a Major Knight. Sergeant Foley told my captain and I to check in with him. The captain is cleaning up his armor from the fire fight we helped your men out." Dinui said, resting her hands on the counter.
"You're the one's Foley was talking about. Alright." The trooper said, he pulled out bag from under the counter full of what sounded like to Dinui scrap metal. "Two hundred caps as payment. Our standard reward for aiding the troopers in the area. And Major Knight will be back tomorrow, so com back then."
Dinui opened the ba
Crash: IntroThere was a flash as the small Mandalorian fighter blasted from hyperspace. It tumbled, drifting towards a planet covered mostly by oceans, but very little trace of green. The fighter was damaged from a space battle, and they made an emergency hyperspace jump, all too close to a dying star. The stars gravity pulled them into a slingshot as they made the hyperspace jump. It sent them away from Mandalore, where they wanted to go and into the Unknown Regions.
"Venku, I am getting some strange readings. We aren't in the Mandalore Sector." Venku's co-pilot said, reading the scanners. "And we're trapped in that planet's gravitational pull, we drifted too close to have the time to fix anything."
"Not like we have the abilities anyways. We need a starport or a star dock to fix the damage, Dinui." Venku said, trying to restart the engines. "The engines are out, but I have the thrusters still. Life support is going out, too. Seal your armor, I am going to use what oxygen we have left to adjust o
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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