As the sun came up across the moon's surface, a whole new world whirred into life.
Animals cackled and hollered, making calls that simply echoed deafeningly across the jungle. It was a beautiful place for sure, and K'Shai took a moment to study the landscape while appreciating the raw natural untouched beauty. She assumed the moon had probably never had any alien visitors ever set foot in the black dirt.
She listened for a while to the animals, wondering if somewhere in all of those howls and chirps was a warning of danger nearby, either herself or the prey she hunted, perhaps, or even something else.
If the moon had any dangerous predators upon it, she did not know; there was hardly time to do a survey scan to find out before they fire bolted into a mountain. R'chnt never really preferred to scan a world ahead of time either. It was perhaps his one frivolous enjoyment of the hunt that he took pleasure in.
While he reiterated constantly, almost to the point of doing it in his sleep, the rules and conduct of the hunt, the honor behind the weapons a hunter chose, the sport and skill it took hunt down prey, R'chnt did enjoy not scanning for what kinds of life were on a planet or moon surface, he just preferred to make sure there was life-supporting conditions and that was it. The hunt would begin, sometimes fruitful, sometimes not.
Arriving to a new hunting world without any real idea of what kind of creatures might be upon it was nothing new to K'Shai, so she remained highly aware of all that was going on around her. From insects to large beasts, anything and everything she saw, even the plants, could potentially try to kill her, whether by true intent or just by poisonous sap secretions or such.
A million ways to die, she thought to herself as she trekked silently and smoothly over the terrain, noting that there were at least four absolutely stunning blossoming flower plants around her that looked to be as deadly as they were beautiful. Their enticing shades of purples and whites and pinks and sweet scents made them too wonderful to not take a moment to enjoy, but their suspiciously juicy center within each blood certainly made them look deadly.
Sure enough, as she was waking, she noticed a large, thin green insect, nearly the length of her forearm stalk up along one of the leaves of a purple flowering plant. She stopped to watch, curiously expecting the worst. The creature tiptoed along, its ten pairs of gangly legs delicately carrying it along the wide, blue-brimmed leaf. It used its four antennae to assess the plant and slowly made its way closer to the nectar in the center of the flower.
The insect paused and waiting for quite a while as if it was expecting perhaps that the plant was going to reach out and grab it, and it was waiting to make a quick escape. Finally when it had assured itself that nothing was going to reach out and eat it, the creature made a bold move, lightening fast, almost attacking the center honey-like juice of the plant. However, it clearly had not anticipated that the enticing juice was simply too thick to escape from and suddenly the animal had its front legs and half its head locked inside the center of the bulb.
The plant closed up around the creature, turning its bulb upwards, as if it was a slow moving creature trying to swallow the bug, and it was quite successful. In less than a couple minutes the petals of purple were pointing straight up, with the tail end of the helpless insect sticking out, and slowly sinking deeper into the bulb like it was melting into a pit of lava.
K'Shai smirked and moved on, scanning the forest intently with her eyes, and frequently checking her display panel to assess what was out there that she might not be able to see readily. The survivors of the crash, at least three, were moving away in all directions from the crash and while they did not have a terribly long head start, she still did not want them getting too far away.
Fortunately the playing field was fairly level, she thought, since they were all on unfamiliar territory. Then again, she really did not know if the moon was unfamiliar to her prey. They had not set down on Yaut in years, decades even, so perhaps this moon, for all she knew, could have been their home and hideout, which is why they ran to it so quickly when they knew they were being hunted. All the more reason to stay aware, she decided.
She walked for the better part of the day, noting that the life sign she was tracking sometimes disappeared, sometimes appeared doubled up. Whatever this hunter was doing it was intentionally messing with its lifesigns and able to cause trackers to malfunction. The artwork of a coward, and the expertise of one who spent his life running.
It was hard to know if she was chasing one prey, or two, or possibly even none. It was conceivable that the hunter she thought was seeking was sending out false life readings somehow and had gone off an entirely different direction. Anything was possible, she continued to try to think about every situation that she could and at least have some sort of plan should any one of them actually come to fruition.
Planning, considering, assessing, hunting, stalking, and taking some rest breaks ended up taking up the course of her entire day. By night fall, fatigue, pain, and hunger set in, so she managed to hunt down a small animal that looked a bit like an aardvark and start a small fire. She sat down on the ground, grunting softly from the exertion of doing so, and rubbing her back as she hunched over trying to relieve some of the pain.
What I wouldn't give for a hot soak now, she thought.
After her meal, she departed the campsite and nested in a tree for the night, within sight of the camp just in case her prey should come looking for her there. Or anything else for that matter.
There were snakes and insects, and K'Shai had already had more than enough dealing with deadly insect bites, not to mention foods. There was no doubt all that life was difficult. It was easy to want to say that life in space, amongst aliens was what made it so hard, but as she thought about it, life on Earth was not exactly all that easy either.
She stretched and shifted her hips and massaged her back for a moment, and looked over her scars once more; reminders of the hard earned battle victories. The pain shooting through her legs and into her shoulders now reminded her that she was definitely not Yautja. The tree limb she straddled was uncomfortable; a far cry from the satiny smooth sheets of R'chnt's bed.
The gritty bark gnawed into her bare legs and she shifted endlessly, trying to find a single spot that she could get some rest in, while thinking about soaking in a hot bath once again.
As if things weren't uncomfortable enough, a storm rolled in halfway through the night, soaking K'Shai quite thoroughly and keeping her awake until it finally passed sometime after sun up. The skies remained gray and clouded, with some flickering electricity still remaining even though the rains ended.
The ground was sopping wet and trees that had pooled up water in the leaves were now dripping it down upon her as she walked. She was splattered on the head from the rain and splattering mud up to her knees with nearly every step, but she tried to simply focus on the task of hunting down her target which continued to elude her sensors.
The search took her through the lower levels of the jungle, up a cliff, and towards a ravine between two giant, stone faced bare mountains cliff fronts that contrasted so heavily with the otherwise rich scenery around.
She could hear water rushing, like a waterfall, and it sounded like it was echoing. A quick deep scan beyond the rock wall told her the cliffs were fairly hollow, and water ran through the tunnels, some of which were most definitely big enough to make a useful hide-away, but there were no obvious entrances from the outside.
She moved along the canyon, slowly and warily, making careful note to herself that this looked like the perfect place for an ambush of any type, from anything. She also noted how constantly being so hyper aware was also highly draining and exhausting. She couldn't really remember the last time she had been hunting alone, so far from the rest of the pack, without the comfort that R'chnt was near by, or at the very least, on his way back eventually.
It was exhilarating, but nerve wracking too. Somewhere out there, beyond those cliffs, the tunnels, or even the trees, was a rogue Yautja - three of them at least- waiting to kill her.
K'Shai made her way up to the top of the cliff side and stopped when her communication sensor went off.
"What is it?" She whispered softly into her helmet.
L'tdi's howling voice on the other end filled her ears, ringing through the helmet so deafeningly loud it made her head buzz. K'Shai quickly turned down the volume.
"Do you have anything?"
"I'm on the trail, but nothing yet," Mara'di answered back quickly.
"Same," K'Shai said quickly and quietly.
It was nothing more than a routine check in, and so far, all the check-ins were equally routine. It almost felt a little like the prey they were hunting was just gone. Disappeared. Faked out the sensors and made a run for it somehow.
It was only at that moment when she thought this hunt was getting to be rather pointless that she noticed something from the peripheral that caught her attention. Some vines were crawling across the rocky ground, but they were coming up from a hole. She had finally found an entrance, well big enough to easily go down, and enter the veinwork of caverns below.
She dropped lightly into the water running below the cavern and looked around, relying on her senses as well as the scanning equipment, which showed nothing. Her senses told her not to trust it; hadn't been working so far, after all. She walked lightly, carefully, getting out of the water stream as quickly and smoothly as possible in case there was anything undesirable below her feet.
K'Shai crept along the thin rock bank next to the stream and came to a junction that spread off in several directions. Scans showed her nothing, and she decided simply to pick a direction and head off and see what happens.
The whole adventure could be a waste of time, but it was also the exact kind of place she herself would probably hide out if she was trying to avoid capture.
She walked for what felt like several hours; it was hot and musty and terribly uninviting in the caves with only spiders and crabs and things that looked like scorpions to keep her company.
Then, there was something that did not belong. She stopped, assessed quietly, and waited, contemplating before she proceeded to inspect.
There was gutted fish on the rock ledge next to the river. It clearly had been fileted in an unnatural way, not torn apart as if by an animal. Then there was another. As she moved forward cautiously, there was another and another, laid out almost as if intentionally leaving a trail past multiple junctions and straight down one path. She stopped halfway towards that entry and looked about, then backtracked and headed into a cave that had no fish trail.
S'jtuch-tauch!
K'Shai cursed inside her mind as she stopped in the corridor and noticed something familiar to her, but perhaps not so familiar enough to Yautja to actually recognize, or use, such a thing. There were sensor flares and trip wires laced through the passageway, in addition to various lines that could have lead to who knew what, along with Yautja laser mines, and a sensor grid.. Suddenly K'Shai felt like she was back on Earth, back in some distant memory.
K'Shai evaded them with ease, prowling through the corridor on full alertness. She found her mind flashing back to times she had long thought forgotten and found herself holding her breath, not wanting to dare give away the fact that she was there, but also halfway certain that her prey already knew she was.
She readied a blade in her hand, small, and easily throwable. K'Shai had mastered the skill of impaling whatever her target was with it, and she kept it primed for use just in case. Someone was definitely in the caves, and while her computer sensors told her nothing, every bone in her body tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her arms felt prickly, and then she caught the scent of something that was not fish, and it was directly behind her.
Whipping around and throwing the fine blade with lightening speed she did not miss her mark. She heard a grunt of pain and the blade impaled itself into her target's shoulder. It might have been a small diversion, but it did the job and in a flicker of a moment, K'Shai leapt forward, avoiding a trip wire and a wall sensor and jabbed her wrist blades right up under the chin of her target that she now pinned against the wall.
"So…" he grunted. "You're the one I've heard about all these years."
K'Shai huffed and held steady, reluctant to shift her position or give an advantage to her prey in any way, but she was not sure what to do with him either. Herheart pounded and her mind rushed.
"Are you gonna' use those or what?" He asked of her.
Her eyes were wide under her helmet, staring into his brown eyes, free from any devices. He was rough bearded, short haired, large built, tattoos easily visible under the very unYautjaish tank-top style garment he was wearing. He just stared at her for a moment with those very human eyes. Eyes the likes of which she had not seen in….how long has it been?
"Cause if you ain't… I will!" He snapped, and drove into her, using his entire body weight to slam her like a rag into the ground and withdraw a sword from a holster behind his back.
He was strong and powerful, but hardly anywhere near as much as the Yautja she had fought with so many times. He was faster, though, than his heavier and bulkier counterparts. He lunged forward and K'Shai responded in turn, flipping up off the ground, and readying her fighting blades.
The weapons connected and in a moment, the two were locked into a fierce battle, running purely on gut instinct and adrenaline. One was the hunter, one was the hunted, but there were moments when it was hard to tell which was which. The prey flung K'Shai backwards and she landed hard into the stream, but recovered just in time to knock her attacker off balance as he came towards her.
She sliced into him with the smooth side of her dual bladed staff and tore open his calf, successfully dismantling his leg out from under him and he collapsed with a howl of pain and surprise, nearly coming down on all fours on top of her. K'Shai rolled to the side and jumped up, read to make another strike.
"Alright! Alright! That's enough!" He howled, with a head bowed and a palm raised in the air; his other hand clasping his severely injured leg. "Jesus H…! That's enough.!"
K'Shai withdrew her blade, and took a defensive stance just out of the water, watching her quarry carefully. He hobbled up out of the water, tore a ribbon of pant leg off and wrapped it around his calf with a howl of pain and stared at her through gritted teeth and furrowed brow.
"They said a woman came to live with them. After …. After it all happened. What is it?" He started casually conversing with her, sitting on the shore of the river, nursing his leg. "Kuh...Kuhsan?"
K'Shai remained quiet, raising her chin slightly. She did not move. She was still trying to process what to make of this situation. It was another human sitting there in front of her. She knew of course that some of the bad bloods were humans, but yet somehow, she never really expected to actually face one.
"Ah! Kuh-sigh, that's it. I remember now." He paused and stared at her.
"Do you ever take that damned thing off?" He snapped and nodded at her, presumably indicating her helmet.
Again, she did not move or speak.
He grunted and shrugged his shoulders.
"So, from what I hear… you're quite the killer…" He paused then continued.
"Hunter… I mean...Hunter. You've….Did you actually fuck one of them? Is that right? You have kids? Half human kids? Jesus H. almighty."
He shook his head and watched her as if she was supposed to say something. It was so strange watching him there, so calm,a little curious about her.
He acted casual, as if he really had no concern that she was going to further injure him. He mumbled to himself for a moment. He talked, acted, and gestured as a human would. It seemed so strange, like something she had simply forgotten.
"So…" he broke her thoughts. "What now, huntress? You gonna just stand there till I bleed to death from this slice you gave me?"
Good question she thought. He's a Bad Blood, right? He's human, but he took on hunting with the Yautja. He agreed to honor their ways and he broke that. Had I broken their ways, I would have been hunted to the death, too. So would've R'chnt. He can't be trusted, and he needs to be killed.
Suddenly the thought that he was deceiving her, waiting for reinforcements to arrive jumped into her mind and she went rigid again.
"H'ch-g'de pa'au?" She growled.
"Holy fuck, she speaks!" Her quarry responded with a booming voice. "Wanna try that again? Not in gibberish?"
"H'ch-g'de pa'au?" She said again, slowly and more clearly.
He grunted and nodded.
"Right. Well, look miss chatty, I speak about five words in Yautja, and they're all curses. So if you don't wanna start talking to me proper, we ain't getting very far with our relationship."
K'Shai clenched her jaws. He didn't even speak Yautja?! She knew there were others, and she turned and walked away from him, leaving him to his own devices as she set off down the tunnel he was guarding to look for them. There must be more of his companions down that way, she assumed.
"Hey! Hey! Where ya goin?" He yelled, followed by a grunting and clamoring and scraping as he clearly pulled himself up off the ground.
He followed her down the passageway, lulling far behind but yelling at her the entire time.
"Don't go down there! It's a trap. I have it rigged! Stay outta there!"
She halted as she neared a narrow, low archway that led into another chamber of the cave. Looking back at him, she noticed he had a concerned gaze that might have been true fear she would be blown apart, but she did not see a single mine, sensor, or wire.
He was hiding something in the cavern, something he clearly did not want his would-be killer to find. She turned back, ducked down, and crawled through the rock face into a hollow room dimly lit by the moon glow outside.
The stream ran through, there were no real entrances from the outside. It was safe. Safe enough to hide his very injured companion, who sat in an unconscious clump on the far wall. He was heaving, breathing harshly.
Besides a few scrapes, he really did not show any obvious signs of injury. K'Shai scanned him with her helmet, noting that even though she was well aware of the other one now climbing into the cavern too, she still could not read him on the sensors.
The injured human male looked to be at least a decade younger than the other, maybe more. He was scrawny, nowhere near the muscular build of the injured prey now limping his way around her to get to his companion.
"His chest got crushed by a beam when the ship exploded. You know … The one you shot apart."
K'Shai remained silent and surveyed the two. The other human was not lying. The injured one, gasping for air, appeared to have broken every rib in his body, and his chest cavity was full of pooling blood, which spattered up with each breath. The prey was intended to be killed, and one way another, for this one, the job was done.
"Joey and I … known each other a long time. We met.. Before… before everything. He was just a kid, you know. Got in trouble, went to juvie. I met him the day he got out, on the streets with nothing and no one. God Dammit I dunno how we all survived the shit that went down. He looked up to me, I guess. He didn't…." the other male eyed her. "He didn't want to leave Earth, but I told him it would be for the best. Earth was done, yannow?"
"So, me, Joey, and Gripper, all left with that big tusked bastard we chanced into when half his team was killed, we just kept fighting with him."
"So why did you leave?" He questioned after a silence.
She continued to observe the younger male, clearly suffering with each breath. He opened his eyes and looked at her with fear.
"Easy. It's OK. I've gotcha." The other comforted him.
K'Shai tipped her head watching as the younger lost consciousness.
"Hey, so…. What's the plan here exactly? You gonna turn us into da' po-po, or you just gonna do us in yourself? Cause… then I'll have you kill ya, nothing personal. Well, maybe it is personal. Just a bit." He casually raised a knife, sort of pressing it into his short, rough beard, just to ensure she knew it was there, that he was armed, and that he was a threat.
K'Shai raised her chin and looked down at the larger male as he held the young unconscious one. She did not care to speak to him and also did not know exactly how to respond to any of what he just said. She was there to kill him after all, she was an Arbiter, a Bad Blood Huntress. They were marked as such, but here they were, not Yautja enough to even be bad blood, and one was dying right before her eyes anyway; takes some of the sport away.
"So…. just the silent type, then?" He grunted and settled back. "Well, I'm going to assume… you being an honorable hunter… 'scuse me, huntress, and all, you won't kill a man while he's asleep. So I'm gonna make myself comfortable. You should too. It's gonna be a loooong night."
K'Shai stood across the round room from the pair of human males and watched quietly as the larger one fell asleep next to his friend. He was at least right about one thing; she was not about to kill him while he slept, but she also was not about to sleep either.
Instead, she spent most of that long night tracking through the tunnels again, making sure she had the layout clearly memorized and multiple paths remembered in case she needed it.
While she was out, she also caught two large, flat fish from the river which would be big enough to feed upon before returning to the room with the two males. The larger was still asleep, and K'Shai moved in to inspect the younger one.
She scanned him twice with her biometric readings in the helmet. He was dead. She clenched her teeth and looked at him for a while, just silently contemplating him.
He did not look much younger than she was, while the other had at least a decade on them both. He looked worn, tired, pushed beyond the limits of what "rugged" actually meant. She halfway wondered if that was how she looked to him, but turned and prepared the fish all the same.
He woke to the sound of crackling fire and the scent of cooking fish for breakfast, and then realized his friend would not wake. The man howled to him, shook him, and gripped the sides of his own head in frustration.
"You make breakfast while he died! What the hell, woman?"
K'Shai simply gazed at him, silently, glaring at him from underneath the smoky black eyepiece and the smooth silver helmet she wore.
"God dammit!" He paced and huffed and clearly was trying to come up with his next move.
"Your Leader has been caught. Chained. He will be brought back to the Clan," she said to him.
"Speak English, dammit!" He snapped.
"You will be brought back too. Alive or dead, it is what is necessary." She responded again in Yautja, forcing the man into a fit.
"What the hell are you anyway?! Human? Yautja?" He spat and lunged for a weapon, a short blade which he threw directly at her.
In a flash, K'Shai jumped to her feet, and avoided the potential stabbing blow, expecting him to lunge towards her in anger. She remained motionless, simply awaiting the next volley of attack, which did not come. The man stood, staggering a bit in the far corner, halfway between falling flat on the ground and leaning against the stone wall for support.
"Ju'ta." She snapped at him. "Ju'ta!"
"What the hell do you want?" He howled in despair, looking between his dead companion and his killer-to-be.
She nodded towards the fish once again.
"Ju'ta." She said again.
He huffed and sighed, clearly battling with frustration and pain before he finally got the message that she was telling him to eat. She could tell, despite his posturing, that he was injured and tired and growing weaker, and the ship was far enough away that the walk would be long, especially dragging a body along as well.
She watched him take a half of the cooked fish and bite into it and K'Shai retrieved her own filet and backed away as far as she could, daring not to take her eyes off her captive as she removed her helmet.
"Well… you are human after all…" He grumbled.
She stared at him but did not speak, simply ate her fish.
"Gorgeous one, too. Dam it's been a long time since I've seen a beautiful woman. Hell, I had a hard enough time getting them when I was actually on Earth." He sniggered, she ignored him.
"Yea… that's about how they acted towards me, too. Although most of them didn't want to kill me. Well, Ok maybe one might have wanted to." He chuckled again as he ate and talked casually, which somehow simply irritated K'Shai all the more.
"Don't smile much, do you?"
She glared at him.
"So, Kuh-Sigh," he tried again, "why don't we do this properly this time. I'm Mitch." He lightly smacked his chest with his palm then nodded next to him. "You sort of met my buddy Joey. Grip's the other one, but he died in the crash."
She eyed him quietly.
"Well Dammit! You really don't speak much do you? You know… we have a lot in common… besides clearly our conversation skills."
She ate her fish and watched him grow continually more irritated until she put her helmet on, stood, doused the fire, and began to head towards the younger male's carcass, pulling out a tag-a-long rope from her belt.
"What do you think you're doing!" Mitch snarled. K'Shai eyed him blankly from the lifeless eyes of the mask.
"Taking him with us? I'll do it. Don't you touch him." He yanked out his own rope cable from the various remnants of pieced-together awu'asa he had mixed into the human style garments and delicately wrapped his friend in garments, secured his legs and hands, and wrapped the drag rope around him.
K'Shai got behind him, and forced him forward with the threat of her staff.
"Yea, Yea… we're going…" The gruff male mumbled.
They moved slowly, barely for an hour or so before he needed to rest again. His wounds were becoming more obviously painful. Besides the slice in his calf K'Shai had given him, he looked as though as he had been burned and battered in the ship fight. He was limping and despite his posturing and trying to hide it, he was clearly growing weaker.
"So… What's going to happen here exactly? You think you're just gonna bring me in no contest?" He grumbled over a quick sip of water.
K'Shai remained, as expected, quiet. She was still trying to figure out the answer to that very question herself. Fortunately a beeping echoing in her ear distracted her from needing to answer that question right at the moment. Someone was trying to communicate with her, and when she responded to the call, all she could hear was some garbled and muffled howling and shouting.
Something was definitely wrong, but what was unclear. She tried to get anyone with a single voice to respond, but instead she kept hearing what sounded very much like L'tdi howling something, Mara'di responding and a third voice, a male voice, overlapping both of them. It sounded like static, and it sounded chaotic.
K'Shai tapped some buttons on her awu'asa and brought up the ship surveillance in the heads up display inside the panel, hoping to communicate with someone through that. What she saw instead, was fire and a hectic scene between the huntresses and the captured rogue leader of the bad blood clan, who was clearly heavily injured, but trying to steal the ship.
The ship looked damaged, shot, and the command room engulfed in flames while L'tdi looked as if she was making another effort to stop the rogue leader.
He turned towards her and stabbed her, for what did not look to be the first time, and she staggered backward.
"L'tdi!" K'Shai shouted as it would do any good.
She turned to her own quarry and howled at him to get up and get moving. He did not budge, almost looking as if he was either completely confused by what was happening, or that he was just enjoying watching K'Shai leap with alarm. Either way, she shoved him and he got the point.
Suddenly, the engines of the ship could be heard and K'Shai who hadn't even noticed in her in-visor display, that the leader had successfully gotten to the controls, looked around for the ship, now taking flight.
"Your friends leaving without us?" Her quarry chuckled.
The ship burst up above the treeline, and the hum of the engines turned into a whirring as they powered up for space flight. The rogue prey was definitely trying to get away. K'Shai watched in the view screen, helpless to do much as the burning ship raised up off the planet without them.
She saw the leader turn his attention towards the flames, clearly readying to put them out to give himself a chance to get free, when all of a sudden out of nowhere, Mara'di lunged at him and the two of them went toppling down.
The next thing K'Shai was aware of, was that she herself had been slammed to the ground and the side of her head was brutally painful and bleeding. Her quarry, who she was foolish enough to turn away from for a moment, was on top of her, hands grappling at her throat and her waist.
He was trying to subdue and strangle her with one hand while searching her belt for a weapon with the other. With his full body weight leaning right down on her, she was a bit pinned.
Pain shot through her back from the pressure of the adult male on top of her, but while he thought he was making progress in the strangling effort, she managed to beat him to the weapon approach, and stabbed him through the left side with her faithful blade R'chnt had given her, that she always kept quite tucked away, hidden from obvious sight, but always ready for emergencies such as this should she ever find herself in such need.
He grunted and rolled off her, allowing her to stand, retrieve her staff which he had just barely managed to remove from his holster clasp, and just for added good measure, she kicked him to ensure he stayed put.
A resounding boom got her attention and both huntress and prey looked up just in time to see the ship, well above the trees now, illuminated in orange, as if it was a cracked eggshell being lit from the inside.
The thundering explosion that followed was strong enough to drop K'Shai back to the ground, and she ripped her helmet off as the reverberating pinging echoed deafeningly into it.
She laid on the ground as motionless as her wounded prey, stunned and unable to hear as the shower of fire, heated metal, and flaming bits of what was her only way off the moon, came powering back down to the ground in every direction. As a large section of hull crashed down far too close to her, K'Shai pulled herself, barely, up to her feet and grabbed her prey, forcing him to deal with his profusely bleeding wound and move off into the cover of trees to get some shelter.
It did not take long for the mess of debris to crash down to the ground, making it very clear to K'Shai and her prey, that they were now most definitely stranded on the world.
"Well, now what?" He grumbled as he continued to nurse his wound.
She glared at him, but kept her jaw so tightly clenched it nearly made her joints pop out of place.
"You know something, Kuh-Siiigh?" He said softly.
She looked at him, casting him a definite I don't care what you have to say kind of look.
"You really are gorgeous…. Don't you remember what it was to be human? Don't you want to just go back? We're both getting too old for this."
He looked down at his bleeding side.
"Well, I guess I don't have to worry about that anymore. Thanks for that. Really."
K'Shai sighed and looked around at the mess surrounding them. Trees on fire, rocks glowing in the distance, super heated by engine fuel and debris. And there they were, stranded amongst it all.
Soon enough into the night, K'Shai was alone.