08-08-2015, 06:16 AM
Hidden beneath a cloak of invisibility, and the foliage of a stand of small saplings, the Stalker watched as the Hunter took off in her grotesque excuse for a ship. It had been no mean feat tracking Aran to this place. The Hunter had thought herself clever. After her explosive actions in Coruscants, the Bounty Hunter had laid low and it was likely the Stalker wouldn’t have been able to find her again if it had not been for her involvement in that tournament. It seemed that, unlike itself, the Hunter preferred to make a scene of herself.
The Hunter had escaped from it once before, in Coruscant. It had been overeager then and had taken the first opportunity to strike that arose. Doing so was a mistake; the Stalker could see that now. The next time the creature attacked, there would be no escape for Aran. Yet, a troublesome thought occurred to it. When the Hunter had entered into Dante’s Abyss, the Stalker had watched her every move via the vid screens that were broadcasting the action. It had seen her die, yet it was undoubtedly her who had just zipped away in her ship. It seemed that death was a temporary inconvenience in this Omniverse. Without the finality of the endless sleep, how would the Stalker be able to rid itself of Aran?
Until now, the Stalker had done its best to avoid the locals; to focus entirely on the hunt. But it seemed it would soon need to learn more of this place it had found itself in. Ignorance galled the Space Pirate. Perhaps it was time to reveal itself to someone here and to become better acquainted with the rules and idiosyncrasies that governed this world. So that, when the opportune moment arose, the Stalker would be able to end Aran once and for all.
The Hunter had escaped from it once before, in Coruscant. It had been overeager then and had taken the first opportunity to strike that arose. Doing so was a mistake; the Stalker could see that now. The next time the creature attacked, there would be no escape for Aran. Yet, a troublesome thought occurred to it. When the Hunter had entered into Dante’s Abyss, the Stalker had watched her every move via the vid screens that were broadcasting the action. It had seen her die, yet it was undoubtedly her who had just zipped away in her ship. It seemed that death was a temporary inconvenience in this Omniverse. Without the finality of the endless sleep, how would the Stalker be able to rid itself of Aran?
Until now, the Stalker had done its best to avoid the locals; to focus entirely on the hunt. But it seemed it would soon need to learn more of this place it had found itself in. Ignorance galled the Space Pirate. Perhaps it was time to reveal itself to someone here and to become better acquainted with the rules and idiosyncrasies that governed this world. So that, when the opportune moment arose, the Stalker would be able to end Aran once and for all.