Hero Worship
Mas'dte was bored as hell.
They'd been in high orbit over the small blue planet for hours now, making final preparations before their descent. Still, he had to at least try to appear enthused though. Behind him had gathered the reason for this expedition. His eight 'gifted' youngling would-be hunters. All stood in relative silence, awaiting their master's command as they stared at the planet of the oomans. Mas'dte had been here several times himself and no less than a dozen skull trophies adorned his wall from this world alone. These youngsters though, to their dismay, were not here to hunt. They were merely to observe and learn.
Mas'dte had been given the honor of taking the most promising young un-blooded warriors on this special trip to observe the potential prey they had not yet earned the right to hunt. Those showing extraordinary skill at an early age were allowed these special 'field trips'. Vir'ag, without a doubt the most skilled of the small group of students, stepped closer to the viewing window flaring his mandibles in excitement with a soft growl. The most skilled, yes, but also the most arrogant and unpredictable. Mas'dte had lost count of how many times he'd had to step in to their sparring matches just so none of his opponents would be killed. He also had yet to lose a match since he'd arrived under Mas'dte's supervision, which only fueled his already too large ego. What god had smiled on him that he'd been allowed to live this long remained a mystery. He was openly hated by his peers and his teachers here tolerated him at best. Mas'dte turned to face the group and deliberately stepped a single pace in front of Vir'ag, demanding his attention as well as theirs. The glare he earned for obstructing Vir'ag's view was not lost on him as he addressed them.
"Look down upon it, my pupils." Mas'dte said loudly, sounding far more excited than he felt. "This is the birthplace of the most legendary hunts of your fathers, and when you are worthy you too will carve out your own legends here!"
Only he and Vir'ag remained stoic as several cries went out from the legitimately thrilled group. Vows of honor and victory, exaggerated declarations of future hunts. Arrogant, proud, and ultimately stupid, inexperienced youth. Mas'dte grinned inwardly.
Oh, to be young again.
(Author's notes: Just a taste to get things warmed up. I know, too short but let me hear your thoughts anyways! My writing is fueled by attention!)
