I never want to see another War Gronda, and I don't think Akelan does either. Sting, the floating gun that Akelan uses to add more to his shooting with the little one-handed fire blaster he uses, doesn't seem to have an opinion. He makes the same beeps and whirrings no matter whether he is helping me tear into something, or just floating nearby while Akelan coaxes yet another youngling to follow him. Personally, I don't think he's very bright, but he is a nice shade of blood red and he doesn't seem to complain much.
Apparently Tismea was satisfied with what Akelan has learned with all this gronda hunting and taming practice, and has certified Akelan as a "Master Creature Handler". I know he seems to understand more about the little ones, and he has gotten better and more specific with his suggestions as to how he and I should hunt together. Sometimes I almost think he believes he's the one leading the pack, but he's brave enough to burn away at the biggest of the critters we hunt, even when they take more offense to his burns than my claws, and turn their back on me to attack him. Not a very wise strategy; I take personal affront when someone tries to harm my pet, no matter what the provocation, and turning your back on an angry cat is not a very wise survival strategy.
I suppose there are a few of you who have not heard of me yet. Akelan calls me Nimby, which works for you two-legs. A few wookies might come close to pronouncing my real name, but if they get close enough to address me directly, they tend to risk a little friendly chewing on their ankles. I can't help it; wookies taste like the best chew-toy ever. If they were just a little more unsterstanding about it, we'd all get along just fine.
Akelan is the "twi lek" that I have adopted as my pet, and we're as often out in the back country we both love as anywhere near most of the two-legs big stone dens. He and I both like the open spaces and prefer a nice open sky (except in the place he calls Dathomir, which I call Swamps and Hills. That place is too wet for ay self-respecting cat, though the leathery scratch-monkeys and the flyers seem to love it. I think it is what makes those armored chickens so fowl-tempered though.
So it looks like we can finally get back out into the outback, and I'm happy as a kitten in a catmint patch. I'll tell you more about what we're doing as time goes on. One thing you can count on in a big gurreck, is a teller of tails...
Let me know, either in-game or here, how you like these stories. I used to do a lot of these on the live servers, especially Naritus, and they got quite popular on Sony's forums. I'll be happy to write up Nimby's perspective on different FLO events and activities, and include stories of different players as they do different things. FLOash mobs, DWB runs, Krayt hunting and Cantina nights all sound like great opportunities for some good storytelling.
So last night we went to swamp-and-hills; the place Iggy spent so long digging for his shiny copper so long ago, according to Shiu and Akelan. That place is just entirely too wet for my taste. It never stops raining for long enough even to shake the worst of it from my coat, and it is home to some very unfriendly creatures. I am not sure what Akelan was looking for, or maybe it was just to help get Major, the grand Wrix in our little group, some practice and a chance to learn from me. Sting, like usual, floated along and beeped and burbled to himself, and seemed to have a little bit of a hard time keeping up as we climbed up one canyon-side and down the next, crossing what little flat land there is atop some of them. Akelan stopped often to check for signs of the creatures around us, but did not seem to find anything very interesting. He chose not to use the bike, but we moved carefully between one group of unfriendlies and the next following his lead, though there were few signs that s was actually leading us somewhere at all.
Once we got away from the two-legs dens and fences and out across the hills, things got more interesting. There is a large clan of two-leg fems with a particular dislike for anyone they see as trespasing on their territory. I can understand that, but they take it to a pretty high pitch; attacking anyone that some into view. More than a few of them seem to have a working arrangement with some of the big leathery monkies that live here, and those are no less ill-tempered than the two legs themselves. We gave them a fairly wide pass where it was possible, and went slow and quiet, with Akelan's scent masked like he was trying to coax another youngling to join us, and we got through with little more than a few warning shouts and challenges, and some nasty looks. I would not have minded chewing a few of those nasty looks off their faces, but it did not seem to be what Akelan had in mind.
At last we got to a spot with several groups of the big lizard-dogs that live here - I thnk Akelan calls them bolmas. Apparently they were in a place where there was supposed to be something good to dig out of the ground, and someone had offered Akelan a lot of credits to remove them from the area. That removal seemed to consist of our removing their lives and on the side, collecting lots of bones from the carcasses. Major and Sting followed my lead and Akelan joined in with his pistol to get burn down each one. It did not take us long to clear away the herd, and Akelan set their den afire with his hand weapon, so there was little reason for any others to return, Akelan talked to his beeper, and apparently the report of our success was enough to have the other s that had requested it satisfied, and to Akelan's satisfaction, pay him for the deed. I don't quite understand this whole idea of credits, maybe because I have never seen one. Akelan seems perfectly happy to believe in them, so I let it pass. Pets need their own pursuits, and I like to encourage him. Tequay's swensonberry rolls were a good enough treat to keep me and Major happy while we fought, so we enjoyed ourselves. Major has a very nasty low paw-swipe, that can pull the legs right out from under something we're fighting, which allows us both to get in some good solid bites while they are down, and I will admit he's a good solid partner when we're hunting.
Having finished clearing out the area requested, we started back towards the two-leg outpost again. We still went slowly, with Akelan checking the signs for tracks along the way, and travelled mostly without and undue interference from the locals. One of the two leg fems decided to follow us for a bit, shouting something that was probably unpleasant, but Akelan ignored her and she gave up the pursuit in a few minutes without ever really getting close enough to be a problem. Probably lucky for her, as she was not one of the ones with the big leather-monkeys, and things would not have gone well for her with a big cat on either side and Sting and Akelan shooting at her.
We were nearly back to the outpost, at the top of yet another one of the cliff sided canyons, with more than the average amount of swampy bottom land below us, when Akelan froze and re-applied his scent mask. At the base of the cliff was a group of the big leather-monkies, and they were growling and prowling their little patch of swap with a most unfriendly attitude. A moment to see clearly through the mist that hung over everything during one of the short little breaks in the downpour showed why - two younglings in the middle of the group. Notice is did not say "small" ones, as they stood well over Akelan's height, but quite young.
Akelan got quite, which is his way fo getting excited while carefully preparing for action. We's good with setting up an approach that limits the number of things we need to deal with at the same time, and the big ones were roaming right to the bottom of the cliff face often enough to be in attack range, but not to scent us and attack on their own with us being so high above them.
The first of the group, a big male, got into range with none of the others too close, anf Akelan hit him a nice grazing burn across the back of his neck. That's a feat in itself, as these things don't appear to actually have a neck, but it was a good shot, and our boy did what was expected - roared, turned and charged up the cliff at us. As he hit the top of the killside, Major got a paw under him and he went back to the bottom of the cliff in rather more of a hurry than he had climbed it. This abrupt change in elevation did very little to improve his disposition, and he raced back up the cliffside, straight into the combined strength of my paws and Major's, and into Akelan and Sting's guns. This was not a tenable position, despite his rage, and he did not last long.
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There's one problem with Akelan's rather methodical approach to separate and engage one opponent at a time, and that is that it can take enough time for other opponents to arrive. Some of the big ones must have been out of sight hunting, for there were about six of them by the time we got through them all, compared to the four we had originally seen, besides the young ones. We did not have much trouble, even dealing with two at once, but it did give the others time to return and find their group being cut down by the four of us.
Once we manage to clear the last of the adults, Akelan took a quick drink of the Jawa beer that helps minimize his natural scent, then applied the mask he uses and he approached the first of the young ones. Leather monkeys are not very trusting, and it took a few tries and a scratch or two to entice him to join us. Akelan slapped one of the "storage harnesses" he uses on the young one, and poofed him away to wherever the storage harness seems to put them. He turned immediately to the second young one, a few meters further into the swamp, and slowly approached him.
Unfortunately he was so focused on the second youngster that he did not hear the adult that had just returned to the area, who was none too pleased at seeing a two leg approaching one of the group's young. That displeasure took the form of trying to tear Akelan's helmet off without necessarily removing it from the head it contained. and Akelan was rather caught by surprise. I took serious offense to something mistreating my pet, and Major was not far behind. Sting waited until he was told, but joined the attack immediately at that point, and the three of us had the big monkey off Akelan and on his face in the swamp almost before Akelan had found both left feet and joined the battle with his gun.
It took even more work to calm the other young monkey than it had the first one. The signt and scent of one of the adults bleeding quietly into the swamp probably did not help its composure any, but Akelan managed to convince it to join as after a few moments, and again, packed it off in a storage harness before any other group mates chould show up and attempt to prevent it.
We made tracks from the territory of the leather monkey group, and got to the two-legs outpost petty shortly after that. Once we were safely inside the fences, Akelan called the first youngster from the pack, and began his usual process to train them to respond to his commands. (He still thinks that way, though we all know it is me calling the shots when we're out hunting. I just play along so as not to disillusion the boy.) Somewhere in the early part of his education, the young monkey understood that his new name was "Scratch". He seemed to get the idea pretty quickly, and was fully indoctrinated in just a couple of minutes. Seems like a bright one, at least for a non-feline.
The second monkey seemed to have come from the other end of the gene pool, as Akelan put it. It took a dozen or more tries for him even to get the idea that "Heel" meant that Akelan wanted him to follow him. He kept wandering off - not really going anywhere, but the lights in his eyes were, not tp put too fine a point on it, dim. It probably took 15 minutes for him to understand that Akelan was referring to him when he said "Sniff", and I am not sure he managed to get all the commands straight, even in the half hour Akelan spent trying to get him to learn them.
Once he finally got Sniff trained, he called Scratch out as well, and had them follow him around the compound, marking several points in a rough circuit of the inside of the fenced area. Scratch got it right away and seemed to think it was a fun game. I think Sniff just decided it was easier to follow his brother than to actually pay attention. He got lost or stuck once or twice, and it was funny to watch him run as fast as his stumpy legs would carry him to catch up, in at least one case to bowl his brother over, which led to a few minutes snarling and scratching. Akelan seemed to think the names were quite funny and got quite amused seeing the two of them marching clumsily around. I can just see him putting them through the same performance around town when we get back.