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Footprints.
There's not much to it.
People have called me crazy before. Many times. Hell, they've flat out said I'm mentally impaired on numerous occasions. Why not use expensive tracking software and devices that'll more than often catch your suspect without as much as a breath? Instead, you're wandering around the badlands, spending days or weeks just to find yet another clue?
As soon as they ask this, I tell them to see my tracking record. Never once have I lost a trail. Not once. Then, if you compare my record with the current idiot tracker with the latest in equipment, he's got a far lower record. Probably around sixty percent, give or take. I could go up to him right now and ask him what a krayt dragon print looks like. He'd probably go all wide-eyes and reach for the fishbowl that goes on his head. I ought to do that someday. Sure would be a treat to see that and then show how unprofessional he really is. These people just don't know quality service when they see it.
Sure, that sounds vain. Why wouldn't it? Truth is, I could be full of myself now and then. Who isn't? Just the nature of people. Tracking isn't an easy skill to learn the basics of, and it takes a damn near ungodly ability to be able to piece together a scene from a couple prints and a swipe of dirt. The tech we got nowadays could easily do it in a couple seconds. But then, then you're missing the real grit of the situation. If there's one thing a holographic projection can't do, it's that it misses the reality of what's going on. It takes away from the fact that this is actually happening, that someone really bashed a Tusken's head in with a rock and then tripped and fell cause he was drunk before he ran away. A hologram shows the scene, but it doesn't convey the feeling, the desperation, the true motive of what had happened.
So, back to footprints. I was taught by the best. He always kept to tradition, the old tracking techniques. Never once did I see a metal bucket over his head while we were out. And never once have I done so, either. I'll keep the tradition till the day I die, and even pass it on someday. He took me in as his own, and I'll live up to it all I can. But then again, I'm not exactly the most lawful citizen, either.
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There's not much to it.
People have called me crazy before. Many times. Hell, they've flat out said I'm mentally impaired on numerous occasions. Why not use expensive tracking software and devices that'll more than often catch your suspect without as much as a breath? Instead, you're wandering around the badlands, spending days or weeks just to find yet another clue?
As soon as they ask this, I tell them to see my tracking record. Never once have I lost a trail. Not once. Then, if you compare my record with the current idiot tracker with the latest in equipment, he's got a far lower record. Probably around sixty percent, give or take. I could go up to him right now and ask him what a krayt dragon print looks like. He'd probably go all wide-eyes and reach for the fishbowl that goes on his head. I ought to do that someday. Sure would be a treat to see that and then show how unprofessional he really is. These people just don't know quality service when they see it.
Sure, that sounds vain. Why wouldn't it? Truth is, I could be full of myself now and then. Who isn't? Just the nature of people. Tracking isn't an easy skill to learn the basics of, and it takes a damn near ungodly ability to be able to piece together a scene from a couple prints and a swipe of dirt. The tech we got nowadays could easily do it in a couple seconds. But then, then you're missing the real grit of the situation. If there's one thing a holographic projection can't do, it's that it misses the reality of what's going on. It takes away from the fact that this is actually happening, that someone really bashed a Tusken's head in with a rock and then tripped and fell cause he was drunk before he ran away. A hologram shows the scene, but it doesn't convey the feeling, the desperation, the true motive of what had happened.
So, back to footprints. I was taught by the best. He always kept to tradition, the old tracking techniques. Never once did I see a metal bucket over his head while we were out. And never once have I done so, either. I'll keep the tradition till the day I die, and even pass it on someday. He took me in as his own, and I'll live up to it all I can. But then again, I'm not exactly the most lawful citizen, either.
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