The droid instinctively grabs the rocket and turns to throw it at the Nautolan.
BOOM!
Various mechanical pieces litter the ground around Eli. From a distance, the Nautolan waves at him. Bonk!
A piece of the droid's remains hits him on the head...
What-*pauses*who sent that droid after us? *Picks up fallen rifle.* We should take the droid's pieces. Maybe we could sell 'em and try and buy a ship.
Climbing down from his spot on the tall rock, the Nautolan wobbles as his head remains dazed from the impact. Murmuring snatches of his own native tongue, he crumbles onto the ground and sighs.
"Eh...yeah...yeah."
Nursing a wound on his head, the Nautolan reaches out in the direction of the Shiloh. "Hand me a health stim, will you?" He suddenly feels uncomfortable and weakly sits upright. Staring at the Shiloh, his face contorts to one of shock. "The...the provisions."
An impression was left on the ground where the provisions once sat. Footprints lead outward into the unknown.
"Journey on again, must we?" The Nautolan lowers his head into his hands. "Truly, I should have employed myself to the shipyards..."
What-*pauses*who sent that droid after us? *Picks up fallen rifle.* We should take the droid's pieces. Maybe we could sell 'em and try and buy a ship.
Climbing down from his spot on the tall rock, the Nautolan wobbles as his head remains dazed from the impact. Murmuring snatches of his own native tongue, he crumbles onto the ground and sighs.
"Eh...yeah...yeah."
Nursing a wound on his head, the Nautolan reaches out in the direction of the Shiloh. "Hand me a health stim, will you?" He suddenly feels uncomfortable and weakly sits upright. Staring at the Shiloh, his face contorts to one of shock. "The...the provisions."
An impression was left on the ground where the provisions once sat. Footprints lead outward into the unknown.
"Journey on again, must we?" The Nautolan lowers his head into his hands. "Truly, I should have employed myself to the shipyards..."
Climbing down from his spot on the tall rock, the Nautolan wobbles as his head remains dazed from the impact. Murmuring snatches of his own native tongue, he crumbles onto the ground and sighs.
"Eh...yeah...yeah."
Nursing a wound on his head, the Nautolan reaches out in the direction of the Shiloh. "Hand me a health stim, will you?" He suddenly feels uncomfortable and weakly sits upright. Staring at the Shiloh, his face contorts to one of shock. "The...the provisions."
An impression was left on the ground where the provisions once sat. Footprints lead outward into the unknown.
"Journey on again, must we?" The Nautolan lowers his head into his hands. "Truly, I should have employed myself to the shipyards..."
Yeah. Why didn't I stick ranching?
Trudging through the wispy sand dunes, the Nautolan shoulders a singed blanket. "Guess we both can collect something on the side." Plunging into the debris, he momentarily pops out and gestures his hand toward a rock in the distance. "Might want to see if any parts of the droid's swoopbike survived." Slinking back into the crash site, his foot becomes stuck in between two railings. "Good grief." Twisting his foot, the Nautolan lowers his war mask to shield his face from soot and continues his search.
Trudging through the wispy sand dunes, the Nautolan shoulders a singed blanket. "Guess we both can collect something on the side." Plunging into the debris, he momentarily pops out and gestures his hand toward a rock in the distance. "Might want to see if any parts of the droid's swoopbike survived." Slinking back into the crash site, his foot becomes stuck in between two railings. "Good grief." Twisting his foot, the Nautolan lowers his war mask to shield his face from soot and continues his search.
Trudging through the wispy sand dunes, the Nautolan shoulders a singed blanket. "Guess we both can collect something on the side." Plunging into the debris, he momentarily pops out and gestures his hand toward a rock in the distance. "Might want to see if any parts of the droid's swoopbike survived." Slinking back into the crash site, his foot becomes stuck in between two railings. "Good grief." Twisting his foot, the Nautolan lowers his war mask to shield his face from soot and continues his search.
*Finds the swoopbike.* I think it's fixable.
Clunk!
The Nautolan did not pick up Eli's last sentence due to the pain of a swelling bruise forming on his head.
Wanting to travel in the cool of night, The Nautolan salvages pieces from the wreckage and builds a crude dwelling to shade his head. Still rubbing the sore bump, he invites Eli over and hands him provisions found within the wreck. "Don't worry, they are edible. Just have to dust off a bit of the ash and grime dressing. Don't think you'll be fixing that swoopbike anytime soon till our stuff is found."
Walking back to his shelter, he passes the time in meaningless conversation.
The Nautolan did not pick up Eli's last sentence due to the pain of a swelling bruise forming on his head.
Wanting to travel in the cool of night, The Nautolan salvages pieces from the wreckage and builds a crude dwelling to shade his head. Still rubbing the sore bump, he invites Eli over and hands him provisions found within the wreck. "Don't worry, they are edible. Just have to dust off a bit of the ash and grime dressing. Don't think you'll be fixing that swoopbike anytime soon till our stuff is found."
Walking back to his shelter, he passes the time in meaningless conversation.
I think you should rest for a bit. I'll stay on the lookout for any danger.
The Nautolan did not pick up Eli's last sentence due to the pain of a swelling bruise forming on his head.
Wanting to travel in the cool of night, The Nautolan salvages pieces from the wreckage and builds a crude dwelling to shade his head. Still rubbing the sore bump, he invites Eli over and hands him provisions found within the wreck. "Don't worry, they are edible. Just have to dust off a bit of the ash and grime dressing. Don't think you'll be fixing that swoopbike anytime soon till our stuff is found."
Walking back to his shelter, he passes the time in meaningless conversation.
I think you should rest for a bit. I'll stay on the lookout for any danger.
The cool breeze of night falls upon the wastelands...
The Nautolan digs out a stim hidden in his boot and smiles. "Ah! Knew I had it." Playing with his vocalizer, he extends a hand to Eli. "No, it's best we head out soon. With a prized wreck like this of course we're in for more trouble should we stay."
Taking down the shelter, he transforms it into a pouch on a stick and happily trudges onward. "Best to follow the footprints. Hast to be a dwelling here, or droids like that wouldn't exist!" Finally finding a deep sounding voice, the Nautolan rubs off a smudge from his war mask. "I will say one thing, bounty hunting is harder than I thought!"
I think you should rest for a bit. I'll stay on the lookout for any danger.
The cool breeze of night falls upon the wastelands...
The Nautolan digs out a stim hidden in his boot and smiles. "Ah! Knew I had it." Playing with his vocalizer, he extends a hand to Eli. "No, it's best we head out soon. With a prized wreck like this of course we're in for more trouble should we stay."
Taking down the shelter, he transforms it into a pouch on a stick and happily trudges onward. "Best to follow the footprints. Hast to be a dwelling here, or droids like that wouldn't exist!" Finally finding a deep sounding voice, the Nautolan rubs off a smudge from his war mask. "I will say one thing, bounty hunting is harder than I thought!"
You're right. And if you're traveling in the desert, it's best to do it at night.
The cool breeze of night falls upon the wastelands...
The Nautolan digs out a stim hidden in his boot and smiles. "Ah! Knew I had it." Playing with his vocalizer, he extends a hand to Eli. "No, it's best we head out soon. With a prized wreck like this of course we're in for more trouble should we stay."
Taking down the shelter, he transforms it into a pouch on a stick and happily trudges onward. "Best to follow the footprints. Hast to be a dwelling here, or droids like that wouldn't exist!" Finally finding a deep sounding voice, the Nautolan rubs off a smudge from his war mask. "I will say one thing, bounty hunting is harder than I thought!"
You're right. And if you're traveling in the desert, it's best to do it at night.
Without ceasing, the two trek onward to the last breath. Weakened by his earlier skirmishes at Mos Eisley, the Nautolan's legs buckle as he strains to stand upright. Hobbling to a stone protruding up from the clay ground, he sits down and looks upward into the night as if he had never noticed it before.
Pulling out a Chidinkalu flute from his small bag of goods, he carefully adjusts a bent piece while sharing his thoughts. "You know, I never stopped to admire our landings. Quite the scene. Makes one wonder about our own place within this galaxy."
Performing his signature smile, the Nautolan nods to Eli. "Never did tell you my name, did I?" He pauses, taking note of Eli's somber expression. He playfully nudges him on the shoulder and widens his smile. "It's Krillo by the way." Leaning back, he begins to play a deep, bittersweet tune.
{Jammers for COLT} I had wished to end both our characters' chapter on a hopeful beat before your retirement. Should you find the time in the distant future to visit again, I have the storyline already completed and we'll be able to pick up where we left. Unless you wish to get as far as you can with the story now.
P.S. The Growdi Harmonique is the Star Wars ' equivalent of a harmonica. Perfect for a Western setting should Eli wish to play a tune.
You're right. And if you're traveling in the desert, it's best to do it at night.
Without ceasing, the two trek onward to the last breath. Weakened by his earlier skirmishes at Mos Eisley, the Nautolan's legs buckle as he strains to stand upright. Hobbling to a stone protruding up from the clay ground, he sits down and looks upward into the night as if he had never noticed it before.
Pulling out a Chidinkalu flute from his small bag of goods, he carefully adjusts a bent piece while sharing his thoughts. "You know, I never stopped to admire our landings. Quite the scene. Makes one wonder about our own place within this galaxy."
Performing his signature smile, the Nautolan nods to Eli. "Never did tell you my name, did I?" He pauses, taking note of Eli's somber expression. He playfully nudges him on the shoulder and widens his smile. "It's Krillo by the way." Leaning back, he begins to play a deep, bittersweet tune.
{Jammers for COLT} I had wished to end both our characters' chapter on a hopeful beat before your retirement. Should you find the time in the distant future to visit again, I have the storyline already completed and we'll be able to pick up where we left. Unless you wish to get as far as you can with the story now.
P.S. The Growdi Harmonique is the Star Wars ' equivalent of a harmonica. Perfect for a Western setting should Eli wish to play a tune.
OOC: We can keep going. I'll log in as often as I can. IC: *Elijah sits down.* *Begins playing Star Wars' equivalent of a guitar.* *Eli jokes:* Krillo, eh? Nice to meet you. Maybe we shoulda just formed a band.
Without ceasing, the two trek onward to the last breath. Weakened by his earlier skirmishes at Mos Eisley, the Nautolan's legs buckle as he strains to stand upright. Hobbling to a stone protruding up from the clay ground, he sits down and looks upward into the night as if he had never noticed it before.
Pulling out a Chidinkalu flute from his small bag of goods, he carefully adjusts a bent piece while sharing his thoughts. "You know, I never stopped to admire our landings. Quite the scene. Makes one wonder about our own place within this galaxy."
Performing his signature smile, the Nautolan nods to Eli. "Never did tell you my name, did I?" He pauses, taking note of Eli's somber expression. He playfully nudges him on the shoulder and widens his smile. "It's Krillo by the way." Leaning back, he begins to play a deep, bittersweet tune.
{Jammers for COLT} I had wished to end both our characters' chapter on a hopeful beat before your retirement. Should you find the time in the distant future to visit again, I have the storyline already completed and we'll be able to pick up where we left. Unless you wish to get as far as you can with the story now.
P.S. The Growdi Harmonique is the Star Wars ' equivalent of a harmonica. Perfect for a Western setting should Eli wish to play a tune.
OOC: We can keep going. I'll log in as often as I can. IC: *Elijah sits down.* *Begins playing Star Wars' equivalent of a guitar.* *Eli jokes:* Krillo, eh? Nice to meet you. Maybe we shoulda just formed a band.
Krillo smiles. "Should have indeed." He leans forward and sighs, his flute dropping from his hand.
A minute passes, he does not move.
Suddenly a flash of light crosses in front of Eli's face as an elderly voice calls out to him. "Your friend needs care, we invite you to take him with us."
Twelve other lights illuminate the encampment, followed by figures stepping out of the dark. The source of the elderly voice extends a hand—it was an Ovoni. "Our town is a few miles from here. Shall you come?"
OOC: We can keep going. I'll log in as often as I can. IC: *Elijah sits down.* *Begins playing Star Wars' equivalent of a guitar.* *Eli jokes:* Krillo, eh? Nice to meet you. Maybe we shoulda just formed a band.
Krillo smiles. "Should have indeed." He leans forward and sighs, his flute dropping from his hand.
A minute passes, he does not move.
Suddenly a flash of light crosses in front of Eli's face as an elderly voice calls out to him. "Your friend needs care, we invite you to take him with us."
Twelve other lights illuminate the encampment, followed by figures stepping out of the dark. The source of the elderly voice extends a hand—it was an Ovoni. "Our town is a few miles from here. Shall you come?"