Silence. Except for the slight breeze. Nothing disturbed the dark Trandoshan's huddled position in the thick brush of Saleucami. He watched two small nexus fight each other over the carcass of some dead beast that was too eviscerated to make out. There were originally three but the third seemed to have hidden away from Chysim's unnerving watch. He could smell three. He tracked three. "Where did you go..." He muttered while he watched the two others through the scope of his cycler rifle.
Then, the two stopped fighting and paused, their rat tails flicking back and forth. There was the sound of a shrill cry- the call of the third.
Chysim chuckled.
"Clever girl."
He whipped around from his hiding spot but was too slow. The third juvenile nexu tackled Chysim and held onto him with her claws and tried mauling the big Trandoshan. Chysim lost his grip on his gun, which flew a couple feet out of reach, so the hunter delivered a few blows to the nexu's neck and kicked her off of him. The nexu screamed with rage and agony and Chysim snarled back. He new the other two would be on him soon, but he had a plan. He waited for the monstrosity to leap at him- but this time Chysim was prepared and rolled out of the way to his gun. The nexu lunged again- BANG.
Chysim pushed the limp nexu off of him and gathered himself, without giving a second glance to his torn shoulders.
He could hear the rustling of leaves and the quick footsteps of the other two juveniles. Chysim put his back to a tree and waited for them to come out of the tail grass. However, they split up going on either side of Chysim. "Hm, I won't play fair either." He began climbing up the tree and kept watch.
Then, like how it all started, silence. Nothing moved. Chysim held his breath. He smiled a crooked smile. They couldn't hide from him. He squeezed the trigger of his cycler rifle, flinging a slug into the brush. Soon after he heard the shrill cry of the dead animal, it's partner run up the tree after Chysim who continued his climb as well. The nexu caught his calf which made him lose his balance and fall to the ground on his back.
Chysim choked on his own breath as he tried backing away from the tree- realizing his gun was missing again. The nexu leaped off the tree just at Chysim's feet. The Trandoshan drew his silver sidearm and- BANG.
The nexu groggily hunched over and rolled off of the heavily breathing Trandoshan.
Chysim Reech got to his feet and grabbed his cycler rifle once again. He dragged the three fallen beasts together onto a tarp, bundled them up, and began dragging them back to town to receive his reward. His shoulders already began to feel better.
Tomorrow he would go back out into the wilderness and do the same thing again. These nexus were terrorizing the nearby farmers and encampments. Luckily, Chysim was able to kill the nuisances before they reached adulthood. That's when the rat-tailed predators became real threats.
Yet, Chysim always managed to stay at the top of the food chain.
And that's where I'll stay.
Then, the two stopped fighting and paused, their rat tails flicking back and forth. There was the sound of a shrill cry- the call of the third.
Chysim chuckled.
"Clever girl."
He whipped around from his hiding spot but was too slow. The third juvenile nexu tackled Chysim and held onto him with her claws and tried mauling the big Trandoshan. Chysim lost his grip on his gun, which flew a couple feet out of reach, so the hunter delivered a few blows to the nexu's neck and kicked her off of him. The nexu screamed with rage and agony and Chysim snarled back. He new the other two would be on him soon, but he had a plan. He waited for the monstrosity to leap at him- but this time Chysim was prepared and rolled out of the way to his gun. The nexu lunged again- BANG.
Chysim pushed the limp nexu off of him and gathered himself, without giving a second glance to his torn shoulders.
He could hear the rustling of leaves and the quick footsteps of the other two juveniles. Chysim put his back to a tree and waited for them to come out of the tail grass. However, they split up going on either side of Chysim. "Hm, I won't play fair either." He began climbing up the tree and kept watch.
Then, like how it all started, silence. Nothing moved. Chysim held his breath. He smiled a crooked smile. They couldn't hide from him. He squeezed the trigger of his cycler rifle, flinging a slug into the brush. Soon after he heard the shrill cry of the dead animal, it's partner run up the tree after Chysim who continued his climb as well. The nexu caught his calf which made him lose his balance and fall to the ground on his back.
Chysim choked on his own breath as he tried backing away from the tree- realizing his gun was missing again. The nexu leaped off the tree just at Chysim's feet. The Trandoshan drew his silver sidearm and- BANG.
The nexu groggily hunched over and rolled off of the heavily breathing Trandoshan.
Chysim Reech got to his feet and grabbed his cycler rifle once again. He dragged the three fallen beasts together onto a tarp, bundled them up, and began dragging them back to town to receive his reward. His shoulders already began to feel better.
Tomorrow he would go back out into the wilderness and do the same thing again. These nexus were terrorizing the nearby farmers and encampments. Luckily, Chysim was able to kill the nuisances before they reached adulthood. That's when the rat-tailed predators became real threats.
Yet, Chysim always managed to stay at the top of the food chain.
And that's where I'll stay.
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