Post by Erasy on Jun 23, 2004 15:00:36 GMT -5
After an unsuccessful investigation of Black Sun activity on Yavin IV with my hunting buddy, Ebel, I, Erasy Owho, set off on my swoop through the jungles of Yavin to follow a lead I had picked up earlier that week. This being my first trip to Yavin IV in some time, and probably my last, I was eager to check out the rumor that the Genocians had set up a lab in one of the caves in the very region of Yavin that Ebel and I were hunting for Black Sun’s minions.
One cut, bleeding arm from a run-in with an Imperial Storm Trooper and a 2 hour swoop ride later, I arrived. The rumors are true, I thought to myself. Even from the entrance of the caves I could hear the dreadful screams of mutated animals and tortured innocents screaming for help. After much deliberation with myself and with Ebel (who pleaded with me to wait for backup) on my comlink, I strapped on my armor, retrieved my rifles and swords from the cargo hold of my swoop, and went closer to the entrance. So as not to let my nerves get the better of me, I pulled out my flask and took a swig of vasarian brandy that I had made months before. With this “liquid courage” and a grim feeling of determination mixed with fear, I entered the caves.
No more than three meters into the door, I heard the unique guttural language of the Genos screaming and grunting in battle along with what sounded like a Kwi. I unsheathed my scythe and cautiously advanced down the tunnel. To my dismay, I saw a fellow swordsman on the brink of death giving his all to fight off his enemies. I rushed into battle along side this Mon Calamari I had never met before, in hopes to save his life and get more information on what was going on in these caves. We dispatched the Kwi first, its razor sharp teeth and claws posing the most threat. This Kwi was unlike any other I had ever fought. It bit harder, clawed faster, and my scythe barely put a dent in him. With time and our skills as swordsman we came out victorious, but with a great price paid. After a brief sigh of relief, I noticed the other swordsman on the ground. He looked up at me and said “What is your name, swordsman?” “Erasy, Erasy Owho.” I replied. “My name is Nemo Davinci,” He said, breathless and laboring, “Thank you, kind sir.” And with that, he expired.
This is going to be one bad trip, I thought to myself.
Look for part 2 of One bad Trip by Erasy Owho coming soon to a forum near you!
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*edited for spelling and grammar*
One cut, bleeding arm from a run-in with an Imperial Storm Trooper and a 2 hour swoop ride later, I arrived. The rumors are true, I thought to myself. Even from the entrance of the caves I could hear the dreadful screams of mutated animals and tortured innocents screaming for help. After much deliberation with myself and with Ebel (who pleaded with me to wait for backup) on my comlink, I strapped on my armor, retrieved my rifles and swords from the cargo hold of my swoop, and went closer to the entrance. So as not to let my nerves get the better of me, I pulled out my flask and took a swig of vasarian brandy that I had made months before. With this “liquid courage” and a grim feeling of determination mixed with fear, I entered the caves.
No more than three meters into the door, I heard the unique guttural language of the Genos screaming and grunting in battle along with what sounded like a Kwi. I unsheathed my scythe and cautiously advanced down the tunnel. To my dismay, I saw a fellow swordsman on the brink of death giving his all to fight off his enemies. I rushed into battle along side this Mon Calamari I had never met before, in hopes to save his life and get more information on what was going on in these caves. We dispatched the Kwi first, its razor sharp teeth and claws posing the most threat. This Kwi was unlike any other I had ever fought. It bit harder, clawed faster, and my scythe barely put a dent in him. With time and our skills as swordsman we came out victorious, but with a great price paid. After a brief sigh of relief, I noticed the other swordsman on the ground. He looked up at me and said “What is your name, swordsman?” “Erasy, Erasy Owho.” I replied. “My name is Nemo Davinci,” He said, breathless and laboring, “Thank you, kind sir.” And with that, he expired.
This is going to be one bad trip, I thought to myself.
Look for part 2 of One bad Trip by Erasy Owho coming soon to a forum near you!
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*edited for spelling and grammar*
