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theheartofwar) wrote2019-01-14 12:39 am
theheartofwar) wrote2019-01-14 12:39 am
for therevanchist
Canderous had once heard Kashyyyk's ecology described somewhere as a layered deathtrap.
Wasn't inaccurate, now that he'd actually spent some time on it. Couldn't say that he was displeased either, to find out that it was true.
Canderous wasn't in a good mood. Not since Jagi's challenge on the dunes, the attack on his honor that he had to address. Prepared for blood to spill on the sand, whoever it came out to be - and he had no intention of it being his. She asked why, but it was almost impossible to explain to a non-Mandalorian. Except Khaar had found another way, didn't she?
He hadn't really touched the thought since. Not just yet. Still, there was plenty on this planet to do, to keep a Mandalorian busy.
"We should have considered this world a little more carefully when looking for targets, if you ask me," he announces, hauling part of a kinrath corpse over his shoulder as he trudges back into camp, mud and much more splattered all over his boots and front. "It would've cleared these damn forests, and these annoying bugs."
But despite his words, there's no real heat or irritation in them. In fact, he sounds like he's in a better mood. At least these actual bugs were a better challenge than the ones he had been crushing under his boot on Taris. He heads straight for the campfire and dumps it on the ground, the corpse already half charred and blasted to bits, courtesy of Ordo's repeating blaster. They're loosely clustered together, a testament to his accuracy with a weapon that's generally meant to be mounted on combat vehicles. He gives the remains a companionable, quietly satisfied pat.
"Think we can eat this thing?"
Wasn't inaccurate, now that he'd actually spent some time on it. Couldn't say that he was displeased either, to find out that it was true.
Canderous wasn't in a good mood. Not since Jagi's challenge on the dunes, the attack on his honor that he had to address. Prepared for blood to spill on the sand, whoever it came out to be - and he had no intention of it being his. She asked why, but it was almost impossible to explain to a non-Mandalorian. Except Khaar had found another way, didn't she?
He hadn't really touched the thought since. Not just yet. Still, there was plenty on this planet to do, to keep a Mandalorian busy.
"We should have considered this world a little more carefully when looking for targets, if you ask me," he announces, hauling part of a kinrath corpse over his shoulder as he trudges back into camp, mud and much more splattered all over his boots and front. "It would've cleared these damn forests, and these annoying bugs."
But despite his words, there's no real heat or irritation in them. In fact, he sounds like he's in a better mood. At least these actual bugs were a better challenge than the ones he had been crushing under his boot on Taris. He heads straight for the campfire and dumps it on the ground, the corpse already half charred and blasted to bits, courtesy of Ordo's repeating blaster. They're loosely clustered together, a testament to his accuracy with a weapon that's generally meant to be mounted on combat vehicles. He gives the remains a companionable, quietly satisfied pat.
"Think we can eat this thing?"