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annexedlogs2023-01-23 07:45 pm
concord_dawned) wrote in annexedlogs2023-01-23 07:45 pm
and i won't keep what i can't catch (mini-mission, OTA)
Who: Boba Fett and YOU!
What: Clearing out the invasive monster fish introduced by the Sylphid to the lake near the Witch's Camp.
When: Mid-January
Where: The lake near the Witch's Camp
Content Warnings: Animal death
[ Since arriving on this world and taking part in his first mission, Boba has done his best to keep himself busy. He doesn’t like having too much downtime, doesn’t like letting his mind wander or his skills degrade. Restlessness comes easily to him. Thus, he is a frequent visitor to the missions’ board at Central Command, always looking to see what work there is to be done.
This month, there’s plenty. He scans through them, rapidly noticing a theme. The assortment of various animal control missions are something of a novelty to him—he may be a hunter, but his prey is usually of the more sapient variety. Still, it’s work and, in the case of the mutant predatory fish in the lake, work that he has some particular expertise in.
And so, later that week, he can be found at the lake on the edge of the Witch’s Camp, practicing with his newly purchased weapon-slash-fishing-implement. As a kid, he would’ve called something like this a “pocker.” Here, they just call such things atlatls or fishing spears. Yet, despite the difference in name, it functions almost identically to the one his father had taught him to use as a boy: aim, throw, and twist the handle to lock the line and reel the spear back in. It even features a similar missile accelerator system to generate extra forward momentum behind each throw, though this one is pneumatic rather than ion-powered. He refines his aim at the water’s edge, taking out floating clumps of algae as he waits for the engine of the borrowed watercraft to warm up a few meters away. His father had always demanded perfection on the hunt, even when their prey was fish. Yet, the last time they went fishing together had been an exception to the rule. That time, Jango Fett had said nothing at all and Boba had wasted the afternoon taking potshots at shadows. And a few days later...
Boba isn’t expecting company. When someone approaches, he’ll stop what he’s doing and watch them with narrowed eyes. ]
Didn’t know this was a group mission.
What: Clearing out the invasive monster fish introduced by the Sylphid to the lake near the Witch's Camp.
When: Mid-January
Where: The lake near the Witch's Camp
Content Warnings: Animal death
[ Since arriving on this world and taking part in his first mission, Boba has done his best to keep himself busy. He doesn’t like having too much downtime, doesn’t like letting his mind wander or his skills degrade. Restlessness comes easily to him. Thus, he is a frequent visitor to the missions’ board at Central Command, always looking to see what work there is to be done.
This month, there’s plenty. He scans through them, rapidly noticing a theme. The assortment of various animal control missions are something of a novelty to him—he may be a hunter, but his prey is usually of the more sapient variety. Still, it’s work and, in the case of the mutant predatory fish in the lake, work that he has some particular expertise in.
And so, later that week, he can be found at the lake on the edge of the Witch’s Camp, practicing with his newly purchased weapon-slash-fishing-implement. As a kid, he would’ve called something like this a “pocker.” Here, they just call such things atlatls or fishing spears. Yet, despite the difference in name, it functions almost identically to the one his father had taught him to use as a boy: aim, throw, and twist the handle to lock the line and reel the spear back in. It even features a similar missile accelerator system to generate extra forward momentum behind each throw, though this one is pneumatic rather than ion-powered. He refines his aim at the water’s edge, taking out floating clumps of algae as he waits for the engine of the borrowed watercraft to warm up a few meters away. His father had always demanded perfection on the hunt, even when their prey was fish. Yet, the last time they went fishing together had been an exception to the rule. That time, Jango Fett had said nothing at all and Boba had wasted the afternoon taking potshots at shadows. And a few days later...
Boba isn’t expecting company. When someone approaches, he’ll stop what he’s doing and watch them with narrowed eyes. ]
Didn’t know this was a group mission.
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And besides - if he catches a few non-monster fish, what's wrong with that? That just means more fish for Link.
Fish he starts collecting right now, as Link jumps straight into the water to start collecting the dead fish.
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Is this Boba's problem? His eyes stray to the now-ready and waiting boat, wondering if he should just leave the stranger to his lunacy. He then glances back at the kid, whose arms are now full of dead fish.
...He'll make one attempt. That's it. After that, it's out of his hands.
"We were assigned to clear the lake of the invasive species because it's killing the other fish," he says, speaking slowly like he's talking to an idiot. "Bombing the lake will also kill the other fish."
Stars, he feels stupid even having to explain it. He misses his own galaxy—there, he would've just shot the stranger and have been done with it by now.
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Then Link starts to swim back towards the shore, unconcerned by the fact that he is now dripping wet when he pulls himself out.
He looks at Boba. Still with that blank expression. Head now tilted to the side. He considers the statement, at least.
"I won't bomb the whole lake," he promises. Just the bits with more monster fish in it.
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Combined with that expression, the young man's promise doesn't feel particularly reassuring. Still, Boba figures it's the best he's going to get. At least, he thinks, if he himself takes the boat then the stranger will be limited to his explosive 'fishing' close to shore.
Boba says nothing in response, just fixes the kid with a disdainful stare for a moment more before turning away. The boat should be about ready now. He steps aboard and occupies himself with preparing to depart—alone, if he can at all help it.
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He will, however, continue to bomb the edges of the lake. The sound of explosions will be the background music to Boba's fishing adventure.