Adrasta sighed and knelt down to the fallen Yautja.

"You really are a dickhead. I loathe the fourth of Jundas."

"The fourth of Jundas? What the hell is that?"

"Jundas is a month. Today is the fourth."

"What does that mean?"

"It's a really sucky day."

She rolled him over and looked at him for a few minutes. I pulled my arms out of their restraints and knelt down on the other side.

"What are we going to do now?"

"We aren't going to do anything. He asked for it."

I knelt there frowning for a few minutes before opening my mouth to speak. Even when I did that nothing came out. Many thoughts were running rampant in my mind and it was hard to capture just one to project to Adrasta. She stood up and pushed the glowing green button. The door opened up and my eyes started to burn. It was a lot brighter outside than it was in the ship. Adrasta hopped off the ledge and disappeared into the sunlight. I felt like I should go after her, but at the same time felt I needed to do something for the yautja. If it were Ya'uta lying here dying in a pool of blood, would I save him? I suppose that would depend on where our relationship stood. If we were getting along, then yes, I would do everything in my limited power to save his life. If it was a bad day. . .well his near death state would probably be attributed to me. I growled for a couple minutes and decided that I would try to help.

I knelt there for a long time because I didn't know what the hell I was going to do about the wound in his side. I finally went with trying to use some unknown power to heal up the wound in his side. I placed my hands, palms down, on his wound and closed my eyes so I could concentrate better. I thought I felt my hands heat up slightly. I looked down and saw a strange grey smoke-like substance floating over his side. A moment later it was absorbed into his skin and he stopped bleeding. I wanted to show someone that I had just accomplished what I was intent on doing, but Adrasta was probably miles, if not light years, away by now on some distant planet.

The yautja began to stir and I decided to make myself scarce. I dove out the open door and rolled under a bush. I scraped my eyebrow and growled into the dirt. After disentangling myself from the foliage I took a good look around from the other side of a tree. I listened to the ship power up and then take off. At least he'll be fine. I'm not so sure about myself. I suddenly realized that Adrasta had totally abandoned me for no reason and that led to a very bad mood.

I wandered through the forest for a while talking to myself into a worse mood. Here I was alone again and not knowing where to go. It was the wraith planet all over again, except that hasn't happened yet, but it has because I have the marks on my back to prove it. I'm sure that Lord is alive and well again, still. . .

I walked to the edge of a cliff and stood there gazing around at the landscape. I was a few yards from the beginning of a large moor that stretched over a couple of hills and continued beyond the horizon. Well, I might as well start walking.

The cliff dropped down about 30 feet or so. I jumped over the edge and landed on my feet at the base a moment later. The first few miles went by fairly quickly. As I got further into nothing I had more time to think about how much it sucked to be alone again. When Ya'uta was around, I didn't feel lonely. I still don't know why I treated him the way I did. He was just trying to help me live up to my potential. I thought Adrasta was going to assist me, but I guess not.

I stopped walking and looked down at an ordinary patch of grass. I kicked it and then threw myself on the ground. This must be retribution for what I did to Ya'uta. I don't get it though. What about losing Fahu? Wasn't that good enough retribution? Maybe since that hasn't occurred yet it doesn't account for anything. And yet I still know about it, I remember that day distinctly as well as the day I found Ya'uta dead in that frozen tomb. I wonder if Adrasta can move through time as I can. She tagged along with me, so maybe she can.

I brought myself to my feet again and resumed my trek across nothingness.

Later on I found a hole in the ground that I curled up in and slept. When I woke it was raining and there was a foot of water around me. I crawled out of the hole and imagined myself somewhere else.

A moment later I was standing on top of a tree. This isn't good. I lost my balance and fell down at least 50 feet. I managed to twist myself around and I landed in a crouch. The bad part about this is I landed in the middle of a group of not so nice looking men. I could tell they were mercenaries. Something about them makes them so obvious. They seemed to know that I was not an ordinary girl so they attempted to restrain me. I kicked my left foot out behind me and nailed one of them in the groin, then jumped up into the air as two of them collided with each other below me. I landed on their backs and drove my hand through one of their backs. I felt my hand hit the ground and felt the sensation of my arm being sliced open with broken ribs. The rest of the men all pulled out guns.

Figures. I waited to get shot, but just before one of the men fired the first shot an arrow went through his head. As he went down another arrow imbedded itself in another one of the men's necks. I looked around as the men were all systematically taken out by arrows. They fell around me and I was left standing there dripping blood that was partially mine and partially not. I frowned and waited for an arrow to hit me, but it never happened. I wanted to find whoever had just assisted me, but I had a feeling they were long gone. Oh well.

The scenery shifted again and I was standing under a large tent. I was still covered in blood and the people around me seemed alarmed by this. I tried to make a run for it, but I was tackled by a large man with horns and the face of a smashed tennis ball. He held my arms tightly as he led me to an unknown destination.

It turned out to be some sort of prison. This is precisely where I want to be. Not. The door opened and a hulking scaly humanoid lumbered in. In his hand he held a whip and wore a mask over his face. He stared at me with glowing red eyes and a smirk on his misshapen face. This is going to be like the wraiths all over again, except I doubt that the whip he has will hurt me at all.

Three more humanoids joined us in the room and repositioned me so my back was more accessible. The snap of the whip cut through the air and I felt it hit my back. I didn't even feign pain this time. It isn't worth it.

I could feel his rage when, after being whipped for the 7th or 8th time, I didn't cry out. It wasn't comfortable, but a pathetic weapon such as this can't bring about agony. That is one thing about the wraiths, they really know how to cause pain. He grumbled something to the three smaller scaly beasts and they untied me.

In the end I was nailed, by my hands and feet, to a tree in the forest.