Hunt

[The Future Warrior]

Hunt was never one to really let a bad mood get to him, or keep him down. That just wasn't his style. But even he knew when something was worth getting bent out of shape for more than a little while over. And getting teamed up with a pair like Pala and Lesath...ugh. He wished even more for his energetic, unpredictable blue partner. At least she was a brand of crazy that wasn't directly hazardous to his health. Keeping up with her and covering for her craziness was liable to get him knocked on his ass time and time again, but he could deal with that. Some bandages, maybe a hospital stay or a bath in some bacta, and he'd be back on his feet in no time.

But these two? They were a menace.

Pala was a brick wall. A walking, talking, (barely) thinking, angry brick wall. He broke down other walls for their base components and made new doors where there shouldn't have been doors. Weapons were optional for him more often than not, and it was all anyone assigned to work with him could do to keep up and stop him from getting himself (or the rest of them) killed. He was strong, he was tough, and there were rumors he'd stared people into submission under sheer weight of angry. But he was wild, aggressive, reckless and unpredictable. He was a major asset if you kept him pointed at the enemy, and got him in close enough to start doing damage. But if you had to have him on your side, you might want to see about getting a nice pine box made up ahead of time.

And then there was Lesath. She was a ghost. Literally. No one knew anything about her. Teams she was assigned to work with just...never really had much to say about her. Never said a word, far as anyone could recall. Wizard with computers, and a hell of a scout. Reconnaissance, intel spreading, and keeping an eye on enemy movements. She was a major asset, but there was just...something about her. Some kind of jinx. Every time she went out on a mission, something went horribly wrong. It always ended in a success, somehow or other, but not everyone came back in one piece. If everyone came back at all. Some of them wound up really needing one of those pine boxes. Having her along was basically a sign at this point. The "You're gonna finish this mission, but have your affairs in order." kind of sign. It never made anyone feel particularly pleasant, or get that warm, fuzzy feeling.

This was what he had to work with now. This is what was going to finally kill him. Days like this were where he hated his life. Hated his life, packed an extra energy cell for his blaster, and grabbed two extra emergency medkits. "Right into the danger zone, this time around..." he muttered, checking over his equipment again. Gotten new armor, since that mess with the Vorticons or whatever down in the lower tiers. Old set had been pretty well trashed after that chaos. Still the same helmet, though. He'd just about gotten the stink of those lower tiers out of it.

Luckily...this time around he wasn't gonna be needing his armor. Too conspicuous, for where he was headed. Out of Empire territory, to go track down some rogue agent. Given what he'd read up on about the guy, the assignment of Pala at least made sense. That level of sheer directed mass of angry would come in handy, against someone like Epoch. Half the info about the guy was blacked out and confidential, even to the group going out to kill or capture him. Preferably capture, as killing him didn't seem to stick. He had a habit of showing up again and again. Fuckin' cyber-ninjas. Never stayed dead. Never learned what was good for 'em.

And now they were sending him out to fucking track down one. Track down a god damn cyber-ninja. Who APPARENTLY had time manipulating powers. And all kinds of fucking stupid technology he'd stolen when he ditched. He was like a one-man army. Unless you could get him out in the open and fight him squarely, he was a nightmare.

"I hate my job sometimes," Hunt grumbled, shutting his locker and leaning his forehead against it for a good, long while. "I really...really fucking do..." He sighed, reaching down to pick up his bag of equipment and slung it up, over one shoulder. "But at least it's a job I don't consistently hate. That'd be a nightmare. Might actually consider not coming into work or something. Boy, now, that'd be a novel concept, eh?" Grumbling to himself the whole way, off he went, on his way.