He had woken up early that morning, typically the reason would have been to simply opt to get at the day before it truly began, before the heat rose the humidity up to dreadful levels. But, for a couple of weeks Dxun had fallen into Winter so now his reasons were purely to start early as he sought to finally delve into Freedon Nadd's tomb. It was something no one had done for some time now, long before it was even "prophesied" that a Nadd descendant would free the Followers of Freedon from their chains then lead them to taking Onderon....and more.
Drexl hated getting up early, but as the years had passed it had become ingrained on him to instinctively wake up, to not waste time with excess sleep. Still this didn't mean he was going out to do things or exert himself, no he usually relaxed for a few hours at least before morning become noon. Today though he began a venture that would lead him into the dark jungles of Dxun as no sunlight had begun to pour down yet, clocking the time at around forty-three minutes after two in the morning. On his person was his basic gear which included a small hydration pack to the likes of a single rations bar, his attire for the day, as well as his chosen weapon which was for all intensive purposes a relic of the past.
Predating the lightsaber, the Forcesabers were developed by the Rakatan Infinite Empire, fueled by not only The Force, but the Dark Side itself these weapons then fed synthetic crystals with enough energy to produce a powerful beam. Despite it's age it had stood the test of time, further fixed for modern times by Drexl's refurbishing and modifications to the hilt. It wasn't one of the Rakatan's personal variant which proved more akin to lightsaber pikes in handle length, but rather it had history within their mutant sub species of Flesh Raiders giving reason to the weapon's yellow color and shorter hilt. Despite this the hilt was still longer than your typical lightsaber variant and also included two mirrored blade guards that ran along the first few inches of the blade when energized. Along the pommel are the same appendages which proved useful in stabbing or disarming techniques if able. All in all it might've been a relic of the past fixed for his own needs, but it was extremely important to him and had become the one item he always had on his person at all times or at least somewhere within arms, or The Force's reach.
Despite the snow and harsh winds whistling through the patchy jungle, due to Winter's newfound climate, Drexl felt quite warm or rather most of his body did as it was covered in clothing that was meant to regulate his body temperature, to fight cold and heat while affording just light protection. His face and overall head was bare however and he was at constant battle with himself for allowing such weakness, though it had it's reasoning too, he had to suffer to continue to grow, to not become to confident he had to remind himself that he was fragile.
It was when one got bored, when the air got stale that one's end was drawing near.
Trudging through the snow Drexl would remain mindful of the moon's other dangers, it's true dangers, the predators that didn't care if it was sweltering hot or bone chillingly cold. Thankfully he did remain on his toes, his perception/peripheral vision peaking even before the snow around him bulged in various areas a few yards apart. And before these growing mounds of snow even revealed their contents the Dxun native knew what he had just stumbled into....a Boma nest. While a single Boma was a threat it was one that he had grown accustomed to, one that killing had become almost second nature to Drexl, but disturbing a number of them? Disturbing a number of them within their actual nest? Now that was risky. Disrupting their hibernation too was risky, but it did offer him a potential handicap in that they would be sluggish despite having only entered the state of rest a couple of weeks prior. This also meant though that once they did fully revitalize they would have more energy to burn with potential that they'd be physically slowed due to having gorged themselves on food in preparation for Winter. Cursing himself Drexl would then watch on as the mounds of snow bulged to their limit with some revealing themselves as the reptiles with snow simple falling off while retaining large portions of the frozen condensation still, others shivering/shaking to remove most of it and revealing their gleaming scaley hides.
Due to their build they didn't bring about the same immediate fear that the likes of a big wild cat or crocodile might, putting it more in the category with bulls, elephants, etc. He wasn't necessarily worried about getting bitten or clawed to death, but stomped and gored before being eaten while slowly dying from the initial assault. Cursing himself aloud for rushing toward his objective Drexl would do the one thing he could at that moment, he'd draw his Forcesaber and twirl it nonchalantly a single time before igniting it's yellow blade. Humming to life with a much deeper sound than your typical lightsaber the blade would then find itself held in an awkward manner as Drexl shifted into an unnatural combative stance. Unnatural in traditional standards, but very natural in that it mirrored the stance of an aggressive Ruping before it might pounce from it's chosen perch.