Hunters

by Fabe Sharon'Atal

This is my attempt at adding a bit more flesh to a storyline I enjoyed while playing SWTOR. I don't plan on changing events or even lines spoken between characters, but there was very little chance to see who Torian really was instead of just learning about the Mando'ade through him, so I plan to add more scenes while remaining true to the characters, apologies for any errors.

48. Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Cheers and enjoy.

"So that's when I used Grendork to help block some blaster shots," Gault sighed as he sat back down. "Good times."

Torian's arms were crossed, head held in his good left hand, fingers resting along the temples. He shrugged and nodded with as much annoyance as he felt.

Gault sighed. "It's alright, the greats were never enjoyed in their own life times. I don't expect you to understand how great I am."

Torian made fake puking gestures. Gault pulled his hands up and away from the screen. "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew… Stop that. Mako! Torian's being all… sick!"

Raidre poked her head in and blinked at Gault. "Sure it's not just the self-adoration in your stories that's finally getting to him?"

Gault sighed. " Oh, of course, because like you could appreciate it all."

Raidre continued to blink. "Probably not for the same reasons you want me to."

Gault frowned and squinted at Raidre. " What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. Mako says your rifles all ready."

"Lauralie!"

Gault ran and Raidre watched him leave. She looked at Torian.

He mouthed. "Thank you."

She smiled. "You're welcome."