I really need my R&R (Past)
“Blast it!!”, I found myself in the Bestine cloning center. Still groggy from the procedure, I tried to remember what happened. Lets see, I was on my way to my last way point on my list before my scheduled R&R, and a chance to meet up with Highway on Naboo. I was to going to check on some supposed thugs that were reported to have been assisting the Rebels on raids.
I was just about to the designated area, when I spotted a band of Jawa’s milling about an enclave of boulders. Though Jawa’s are a common sight on Tatooine, there was something about them that just didn’t feel right to me. I pulled a camo kit from my pack and set about applying it to myself. Generally Jawa’s are not an aggressive group as a whole, but I didn’t want to raise any alarm from them, hence the kit. I mean, I am just on a scouting mission.
I was able to move within 80 meters of the Jawa’s, before having to drop into a crawl. I had maybe gone an additional 30 meters, when all of a sudden my proximity alarm started going off in my ear. I froze in place, and cautiously scanned my surroundings. That was funny, I didn’t see anything. I was thinking that I had gotten a false read from my detector, and was about to resume my crawl toward the Jaw’s when all hell broke loose.
Several Tusken Raiders had managed to set up a pretty good ambush, whether they did so purposely or were just lucky, I was caught in a fierce cross fire. So much for seeing what the Jawa’s were up too, I now had me to think about. There is a reason I wasn’t taken down by the first volley of shots, Tusken’s are not know for their proficiency in weapons, and most of their shots went wide, and those that didn’t were deflected by my light armor.
I returned fire and dropped two right off, one didn’t think to seek cover and was just standing there right in the open, the other had decided at that moment to change his position and I took them both down at the same time as the one move directly behind the other. I turned and took a bead on a third, when I was hit from behind. That shot dropped me to my knees, and I could feel the warmth of my blood begin to trickle down my back under my armor. “Damn” Staggering to my feet I quickly found my initial target and popped him right between his eyes, and watched him drop in a heap to the ground as I spun around to locate the one that hit me in the back.
He stood there in all his magnificent. He wore an elaborate headdress, and necklaces of fine bone. His face and arms were adorned with intricate tattoos. His clothing was not like most Tuskens, they were of better quality then most. He was a Tusken witchdoctor! I stood there facing him off, each of us looking right into each others eyes. I knew I was in trouble, I can handle most anything I run across on Tatooine, but not this. A Tusken witchdoctor is a very bad thing to run into when not prepared. I was not. To face off against one, one on one, you need to be medically pumped up by a doctor, and have on some of the better composite armor to have a fair chance of taking one on, I had neither!. My only hope was to make a retreat and hope that my terrain negotiation skills would allow me to put some distance between him and I.
I popped off a couple of bolts at him, and turned to make for a hill behind me that offered crags and crevices to hide in, and possibly allow me to escape, but I didn’t get three steps when I was again hit by this guy. I felt as if my muscles turned to jelly, my head shrieked in agony!. I fell to the ground unable to move. I was helpless!. I hadn’t gone unconscious, I could still see, but my view was of the Tatooine sky. I could still hear. I heard the Tusken warriors grunting and hissing in joy at what their leader had done to me. My field of vision was eclipsed by the face of this witchdoctor. He stood over me grinning a wicked grin. He let out a chilling yell, arms above his head, glorifying his powers, and swung his weapon. That was the last thing I saw, before waking up in the cloner.
I was just about to the designated area, when I spotted a band of Jawa’s milling about an enclave of boulders. Though Jawa’s are a common sight on Tatooine, there was something about them that just didn’t feel right to me. I pulled a camo kit from my pack and set about applying it to myself. Generally Jawa’s are not an aggressive group as a whole, but I didn’t want to raise any alarm from them, hence the kit. I mean, I am just on a scouting mission.
I was able to move within 80 meters of the Jawa’s, before having to drop into a crawl. I had maybe gone an additional 30 meters, when all of a sudden my proximity alarm started going off in my ear. I froze in place, and cautiously scanned my surroundings. That was funny, I didn’t see anything. I was thinking that I had gotten a false read from my detector, and was about to resume my crawl toward the Jaw’s when all hell broke loose.
Several Tusken Raiders had managed to set up a pretty good ambush, whether they did so purposely or were just lucky, I was caught in a fierce cross fire. So much for seeing what the Jawa’s were up too, I now had me to think about. There is a reason I wasn’t taken down by the first volley of shots, Tusken’s are not know for their proficiency in weapons, and most of their shots went wide, and those that didn’t were deflected by my light armor.
I returned fire and dropped two right off, one didn’t think to seek cover and was just standing there right in the open, the other had decided at that moment to change his position and I took them both down at the same time as the one move directly behind the other. I turned and took a bead on a third, when I was hit from behind. That shot dropped me to my knees, and I could feel the warmth of my blood begin to trickle down my back under my armor. “Damn” Staggering to my feet I quickly found my initial target and popped him right between his eyes, and watched him drop in a heap to the ground as I spun around to locate the one that hit me in the back.
He stood there in all his magnificent. He wore an elaborate headdress, and necklaces of fine bone. His face and arms were adorned with intricate tattoos. His clothing was not like most Tuskens, they were of better quality then most. He was a Tusken witchdoctor! I stood there facing him off, each of us looking right into each others eyes. I knew I was in trouble, I can handle most anything I run across on Tatooine, but not this. A Tusken witchdoctor is a very bad thing to run into when not prepared. I was not. To face off against one, one on one, you need to be medically pumped up by a doctor, and have on some of the better composite armor to have a fair chance of taking one on, I had neither!. My only hope was to make a retreat and hope that my terrain negotiation skills would allow me to put some distance between him and I.
I popped off a couple of bolts at him, and turned to make for a hill behind me that offered crags and crevices to hide in, and possibly allow me to escape, but I didn’t get three steps when I was again hit by this guy. I felt as if my muscles turned to jelly, my head shrieked in agony!. I fell to the ground unable to move. I was helpless!. I hadn’t gone unconscious, I could still see, but my view was of the Tatooine sky. I could still hear. I heard the Tusken warriors grunting and hissing in joy at what their leader had done to me. My field of vision was eclipsed by the face of this witchdoctor. He stood over me grinning a wicked grin. He let out a chilling yell, arms above his head, glorifying his powers, and swung his weapon. That was the last thing I saw, before waking up in the cloner.
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