Trials of the Sahra Expanse (OPEN)

The sun above blazed through the the red sandstorm that swept the area; searing every grain and heating the expanse beyond compare. The wild west of Earth and the barren wastes of Plant hardly compared to the dry, scorching heat of Konats', Sahra Desert. The fluctuation of temperatures were incredibly varied; unfortunately for Zuqetta however, the area she found herself in was NOT one of the more favorable ones. With her ship delayed by customs out in orbit, Zuqetta found herself temporarily stranded upon the planet; forced to endure the raging sandstorm with nothing but her magic to keep her from being buried or burned alive.

Donned in nothing more than her personal gi and a custom scouter to keep the sand out of her eyes, Zuqetta trudged along for what seemed like hours. As quickly as the sandstorm had appeared, it would disappear, finally revealing the landscape she'd plummeted to.

"'Bout damn time!!" Zuqetta would cough as she removed her scouter to wipe the sand away, "Jeez, the heck is with this place!?" She questioned rhetorically as she took to the capsule pouch she held.

After having met a particular woman on Namek, a member of her crew had informed her as to the Konatsian situation. The piece of information Zuqetta had taken the most interest in however was their affinity with peculiar magical arts. Keen to improve herself; with nothing more than the information given in had, Zuqetta had made her way to Konats, such is how she found herself in her current predicament.

"Don't dive from the ship! They said. You have no idea what's down there!" Zuqetta would mock as she tossed a capsule to the sand, revealing a large container upon it's release, "Well HA! Jokes on them! I'm down here, and they're stuck up there!" She'd laugh as she returned her scouter to the container and began to remove the sand from her hair and clothing.

Unbeknownst to her however, she was not alone; if magic was what she'd come to find, then it was magic that she'd have! Must like herself, creatures without an energy to sense had stalked her as she walked the sands, awaiting an opportunity to strike. The sandstorm had subsided, and Zuqetta was no otherwise distracted. With this chance given, the creatures would creep beneath the sands with an eerie stealth; steadily encircling Zuqetta and they drew closer and closer. Spiked fins would begin to dip in and out of the sands quickly, but silently; revealing to those aware of the creatures the exact number that had encircled their prey. Without even realizing it, Zuqetta had become surrounded by over twenty of the mysterious creatures; creatures of an appearance similar to that of a cross between and Angler fish and giant sand worm.

Whatever the creatures were, Zuqetta was their intended prey, and they were primed to strike at any moment!