And I'm Hungry Like a Maalraa

[Darth Raze]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-H-0p5RKc8​

The Dxun jungle a hostile wet slosh of death. Rain showers were constant, humidity only seemed to get worse and if the vegetation didnt kill you then the countless predators would. Big game hunters came to the jungle quite often to test their might against alpha-predators such as Zakkegs and this group of four hunters were going to have the honor of being hunted themselves. For weeks something had be stalking them, but had yet to come out.

Their ship was locked down tight, the camp secure with proper measures.

" Heheheh! Hey Bossss! I thinksss we ssshould ssstay abit longer!" hissed a rather short Trandoshan. His visage was sharp and set at a dead Cannok in front of him. One of his kills, one can only assume. Unsheathing a massive vibro knife he began to cut and hack at the corpse. Each slash in rhythm with his own grunts and hisses. The "Boss" was a Rodian with a rather quiet demeanor. Fiddling with the thick scruff of hair that was part of his face the Rodian glanced at his Trandoshan partner briefly.

" One more day then eh?" he frowned some. " Alright we go for the Zakkeg in the morning and then were going back to make a Profit." he answered and walked away not wanting to hear anything else of it. Sitting on back ramp of the ship the Rodian watched the other hunters as they worked. The vibration of the ship's power generation hummed lowly but could not be heard to the ear on Dxun. For in the night all sorts of creatures sang there toons. And some louder than others.

*Beep!* With a press of a button the Rodians holo-recorder activated.

" So far our hunting trip on Duxn has been a huge success despite the amount of effort its take to secure our kills as well as our camp.The count is this, 5 Cannoks, 2 Skreevs, 1 Maalraa and 1 Boma. Tomorrow at dawn we go out to get the Zakkeg. With any luck we wont be eaten alive. Haha!” The Rodians voice was rahter joyous but quickly dimmed down some.

“ On another note I keep hearing a scream or howl during the day and at night. Its unlike anything ive heard before and I cant shake the feeling im being watched. I know how that sounds to considering Im on Duxn……….. Hmmmm..”

“Aaaaaarrrrrrraaaagggggghhhhh” The scream sounded off to close for comfort and within a minute a faint rumble of something large could be heard and felt. ​

“ To arms to arms!” The Rodian shouted ending the Holo-recording.

2 days later…

The hunters camp was almost non-existent. The ship was torn open and was already in the beginning stages of rusting. Bodies were left in the open or what was left of them, some of which were nothing but grey husks. Blaster marks layed scattered all over the area damning the lush jungle floor to a charcoal color and the heads four hunters rested impaled on wooden poles and rather hollow. A lone figure walked the ruins of the camp activating the ship distress signal and then walked away back into the jungle.

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Aten Ramses"][/SIZE]​

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Marching through the thick forestry of Dxun, Aten took in his surroundings, on edge. Since he’d landed on the moon he’d felt nothing but an undercurrent of dark energy. It wasn’t enough to deter the Jedi, yet it had made him more than slightly nervous. Cursing himself for not waiting for backup or even sending a message off to his master of where he was going, Aten sighed. He’d been in far too much of a rush to reach the planet once he’d picked up on the distress signal. Forever the fool. Aten was dressed in his usual attire being a pair of black pants with a matching shirt, accompanied by a gold jacket which he was sure caused him to stand out amidst the green of the forest like a sore thumb. On each of his arms were a set of gauntlets that to anyone with keen enough hearing sounded as if they were constantly vibrating. He’d at least been wise enough to do a bit of research on the forest moon before he’d touched down. What Aten learned was astonishing, the fauna on the planet were some of the most lethal in the galaxy, all congregated on one moon some even possessing abilities to cloak themselves.

Looking down to the datapad within his hand Aten saw he was coming upon the camp quickly. The rain poured through the canopy battering the young Jedi, the cacophony it caused near deafening. Around Aten there was the blue flash of lightning from above as it illuminated the jungle for a fraction of a second followed by a thunderous explosion that felt as though the ground itself were going to fall from beneath the Morellian’s feet. “Who thought it would be a good idea to come to this planet?” Aten mumbled to himself as he crossed the final hill to the camp.

Reaching the precipice Aten glanced down his breath taken away at the carnage that lay before him. A ship its hull tore open, splayed throughout the camp headless corpses that were all too pale nearing gray. Worst of all were the heads upon pikes that stared lifelessly at the Jedi on approach. Stomach heaving Aten placed a hand soothingly on his stomach closing his eyes for a fraction of a second. This wasn’t worse than some of what he’d seen on Coruscant, but it was far more brutal, savage… Entering the camp Aten walked through his eyes scanning the bodies before looking once more to the datapad. He was in the right location, but if they were all dead who had triggered the beacon? Perhaps there was still a survivor out there who had retreated into the wilderness?

Seeing a small silver disk on the ground near what was once what appeared to be a Rodian’s corpse he leaned down picking it up. A holorecorder? Pushing in the button a holovid came to life before Aten showing the Rodian and his allies. Hunters, now this makes a bit more sense. Eyes never leaving the recording Aten felt a chill retreat down his spine, the scream which came from off screen horrifying and unnatural. With that the video ended, no creature could’ve done this…

[member="Kresnik Karkarov"]

 

[Darth Raze]

A freshness emerged from within. A rush. He could feel it strongly and it was different than the last time he felt this. "Grrr.." A snarl of sorts sounded out midst the countless other sounds of the jungle and crouched in a rather large tree, the figure of a man observed. Naturally his body seemed to blend into the very bark and moss of the tree. A testament to how dirty his body was despite the constant down pour of rain. A bloodstained hand rested on a hide belt of Bone knives and the other into the tree itself for a bit more grip.

Two pale eyes shifted about the area as if searching for prey and suddenly locked on the camp. Backing away slowly It shifted on all fours crawling cross to branch to branch in a blur of speed. Reaching the ground the once Feral Anzat looked around from the jungle brush. His senses taking everything in at once and like a droid studying his mind took it in not once doubting instinct. Eyes peeled at his handy work that was the camp spotting a mere child. There was no second guess in his mind, This was who he sensed and heard.

The constant vibration was an annoyance to the Anzats well adapted hearing and if he could hear it then everything else could as well. With haste the sound of a bow string hefted back readying a sharp bone arrow along with two others in the draw hand. In a quick succession the arrows were all shot. The first aimed for the boys chest, the second aimed slightly to the right for his ankle and the last arrow strayed far from the boy. Its target was a hollow patch in the destroyed ships armor. Apon contact the metal would sound loud like a bell for all to hear.

The dinner bell had rung. It was time to feed. The Solitary bomas and packs of Cannoks in the area would be the first to come, then who knew....

Sprinting to the right and using the trees as cover the Azant aimed to flank this boy while he was preoccupied with either arrows in his gut or new friends to come rip him apart. Both would serve Kresnik well.

[member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Standing from his kneeling position where he’d been watching the recording Aten stopped time seeming to slow for a fraction of a second. All at once three things happened. The Morellian’s neck hair stood on end a warning, there was the thwap sound which was out of place for the surrounding environment, and the Jedi moved. The thing about bows and arrows was that they were rarely as silent as one saw portrayed in holofilms. They all had a very distinct sound one that stood out, not only that they were slow. Far slower than blasterbolts which Aten had been batting away since he’d begun his training and slower than the barrage of lightning from the Sith he’d encountered on Dubrillion. Kicking off the ground his body entered a spin turning diagonal the arrow aimed for his chest whizzing by harmlessly to smack against the wrecked hull of the vessel. The second intended for his ankle impacted the ground.

Coming down from the spin Aten landed gracefully and in a swift movement his legs shifted shoulder width apart, the silver hilt of his saber now in hand. Vruum, the sound of the saber activating was apparent amidst the cacophony of roars and screeches that had begun to rise in the instant that Aten had dodged the arrows. The area surrounding Aten was bathed in the azure light of the Jedi’s saber his eyes focused on the forest where the arrows had come from, instead his attention was stolen by the rumbling beneath his feet, the trees and foliage seemed to split apart in the wake of the charging behemoth that now rushed the Jedi. Every second brought the Boma closer, one of the predators of the planet.

With a thought, Aten set the gauntlets to their highest setting not budging as the creature came charging in. Fist rearing back Aten waited, he could see the white of the Boma’s eyes as it neared. Bringing his fist swinging upwards the gauntlet would strike the creature at the base of its chin simultaneous with its mouth opened. CRACK. The sound of the gauntlet activating a raucous sonic wave radiating out, the vibrations destroying the Boma’s head leaving nothing but a stump where it had once connected to the neck. The blood splattered backwards and the cannoks that had been approaching turned to flee the sonic waves disorienting them. Any creature that had keen enough senses to hear the vibrations at a distance most likely just got quite the earful. Saber in his right-hand Aten backed slowly into the ship and out of sight, there was someone hunting him. Most likely the same individual who’d left the site in such turmoil. Aten wasn’t going to fight on that creature’s terms.

[member="Kresnik Karkarov"]

 

[Darth Raze]

It didnt take long for Kresnik to reach the back of the camp and what he found was very much to his liking. Cannoks could be seen fleeing the scene, the corpse of a ripped apart Boma lay in the dirt and the stinging of sound pounded his ears. Sonic weapons. So crude. This was not the first time the Anzat had encountered such weapons. Claw like nails tapped the side of his right temple. Midst the scramble of animals, blood and carnage the Anzat silently walked from behind and to the side of the ship. His senses told him the boy was close and the only place to hide was in the ship. How fitting the prey would choose to hide.

After years of being on Duxn, this would be the time the Anzat would finally leave. A darkness was growing within him and such power needed to be expressed. Duxn was a cage to the Krayt roamed within him. No more. " Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!" The unnatural scream returned loudly after the creature bull rushed into the ship. With the extend of his hand a blast of invisible energy burst forth, rattling the interior and knocking items over. If in fact [member="Aten Ramses"] happened to be around the corner Kresnik would not let up and aim another blast concerted at the Jedis thigh. The creatures pale eyes widened as the rush of combat fully flowed in his body. The crazed look he gave was horrific. Adrenaline pumping through his body. Saliva escaped his mouth in droplets as he moved.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Whatever was approaching the ship Aten hid within his back pressed to the wall he could feel it. It stank of the darkside the aura thick, this wasn’t some acolyte of the darkness akin to the one Aten had battled on Dubrillion. Know this was one who was knowledgeable, who knew how to harness the power of the darkness. The screech echoed off the interior of the vessel, a battlecry and the creature entered. It was in this first moment before the true battle commenced that Aten got a good look at who he was to be fighting. A creature covered from head to toe in grime, soot, dirt and only the force knew what else. They stunk to high heaven probably not having bathed in weeks, months, had they ever bathed?

Then came the first rocking of the ship the invisible force shaking the interior, what loose objects had been placed on stands or laid about were flung about the cabin, if Aten hadn’t had his back pressed to a wall he probably would’ve been sent tumbling in its wake. In that split instant before the second came Aten called upon the force, a semi-translucent field forming around the jedi, not one to shield him from damage but negate the influence of the force on his body. The Morellian was fluent in the use of telekinesis and had learned more than a few tricks on how to deal with it. The second explosion of force energy came aimed at the padawans thighs to only meet the barrier dispersing around him.

Not giving the abomination another chance to attack Aten’s right foot stepped forward bending at the knee, his arm thrusting out the azure saber aimed to penetrate the Sith’s left shoulder. Hand twisting clockwise his forearm now facing the ceiling the thrust was immediately followed by a downwards slash from that shoulder to the opposing hip thus removing the possibility for his foe to duck beneath the blade on Aten’s left side.

[member="Kresnik Karkarov"]

 

[Darth Raze]

Side stepping to what was Kresniks right away from the blade of energy, The Anzat's eyes constricted on [member="Aten Ramses"] face showing a deceptive amount of intelligence in his mind. Showing his tongue the creature spat what he held in his mouth in the boys face, specifically his eyes. A thick wad of Saliva. Stepping in closer the creatures body heat could almost be felt now. His left hand reaching gripping the Jedi's wrist somewhat tight around his clothed forearm. Holding the Lightsaber away from him before the downward strike could be finished.

" More.." the creature spoke out. His voice deep and unnaturally distorted. The air in the close space got thicker like a fog entered in both their spaces. A constricting darkness radiating off him in a translucent hum of red energy leeching its small tendrils into whatever was around it. Drinking the very air and invisible pools in a slow of constant rate, withering the over-grown plant life in the ship. " More..." He spoke again this time viciously. Rigorously and unrelenting the Anzats right fist shot forward for a series of jabs at the boys left collar bone of all places. Did the savage intend to break it?!

" My handss your bones Grah. Hah! Gah!"

 

[Warchief Waddles]

The creature made the mistake of side-stepping to their right leaving them still within the path of Aten’s blade having planned to capitalize on this Aten felt the inhuman grip of sith seize his wrist. While a Jedi, Aten lacked skills in aspects of the force that amplified his physical attributes. Scowling Aten’s head leaned to the right dodging the glob of saliva launched at him. No more than was needed, for using unnecessary maneuvers was against the core of Soresu. The glob flew past Aten though the creatures’ breath did more damage to the boy mentally than anything else. So uncivilized! Aten would have to rethink bringing rebreathers with him when dealing with any foe at this point. The stench capable of singeing the Morellians eyebrows if made physical.

That moment between the Sith speaking Aten felt the malevolent energy of the darkside building up around the Sith him channeling it into a destructive power while also moving to strike the Jedi’s collarbone. Big mistake, the Sith was spreading his attention across multiple actions, Aten had made another pay for such a mistake on Dubrillion. There would be no build up of energy, no dramatic words, the Jedi simply acted. His right hand was still free, and with everything the Sith was focusing on Aten highly doubted they’d notice the minute movement of Aten’s fingers flicking across the palm. In that split second the force manifesting projecting a strike directly for the creatures’ eyes.

Aten lacked many abilities in the force but there was one he was truly a savant at. The projected strike would be akin to driving two fingers full force into the Sith’s eyes, not only that Aten poured more energy into it. No matter what creature you were, healing factor or not having your eyes pushed in was an incredibly painful experience they were a very sensitive part of the body after all. Right hand then curling Aten raised it in an uppercut motion. Obeying him the force sent another invisible blow to strike at the Anzat’s solar plexus knocking him up and away from the Jedi.

[member="Kresnik Karkarov"]

 

[Darth Raze]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5abamRO41fE​

" Mmmmm!!!!" The creature jerked its head back after such a force made contact with his eyes. It was so sudden and unsuspected there was hardly time for a groan. Eyes watering slightly the pain was agonizingly refreshing or that was what he told himself. Blinking hard the pale Irises stood out more and more. " Gaaah!" pain manifested more as the force grew stronger in his eyes causing him to jerk around furiously. The pain was the only thing he could focus on and as he did the darkside grew thicker around him.

*SMACK!* A mist of blood sprayed into the air. Head jerking back from contact with [member="Aten Ramses"] fist. The force of the blow seemed to cancel gravity for what seemed to feel like forever. The ceiling the ship briefly rattled after a limp body brushed against it. Dxuns gravity returned and the creatures body fell back to the ground floor of the ruined vessel with a plop. The blow landing him by the one exit of the ruined ship about a meter back. Breathing was rather heavy at first but seemed to flat line quickly. Laying face down blood leaked from eyes, nose and mouth. Arms lay somewhat bent as if the sith was going to be arrested, hands face down on the ground and legs limply resting on the floors. Naturally the Anzat biology showed no pulse nor could a heart rate be measured.

The red translucent hum of energy quickly fading and sinking into the floor. It was gone. Surging. Worming. There was no sound. Force Drain. Red lightning burst from the floor of the small vessel with explosive force touching the ceiling sucking the Force from whatever it could. It started in the back toward the exit of the ship and wafted forward like a hard rain.

Two blood shot eyes looked up. Hands placed on the ground as well as feet. On all fours like an animal.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

The onslaught from the Jedi didn’t stop, every battle the Morellian had participated in he learned that stopping mid fight for anything was a mistake, any minute you weren’t fighting you were giving your opponent the opportunity to strike back with something far worse than what they attempted before. Aten had learned that the hard way from a missile detonating in close proximity to the padawan. His attacks had had a significant effect on the sith his screams of pain a familiar song. Jumping into the air his legs tucking in Aten realized all too late that the force had built up to a thick miasma. It surrounded the two of them, it was in short terrifying.

Aten completing his flip came down from it his body righted, during the moments where the Jedi began building up the force the cabin lit up with red lightning attempting to ensnare the Jedi, drain him to naught but a husk. Thing was that many force abilities were something that required focus, especially on such a large scale. Legs kicking out straightening Aten’s landing would carry him directly towards the Sith’s back the fine leather boots intending on pounding the Sith’s back into the ground. The red lightning felt as though it set Aten’s body alight, nearly like he’d been consumed by flames. Flames that drained the power he had built though he didn’t need it all. Letting what remained from what he had initially planned on using Aten projected another strike, this one carrying the entire weight of the Jedi amplified by the gathered force from the flip. The impact aimed squarely on the back of the Sith’s head.

Without stopping Aten would enter a front aerial his legs kicking off whether it be the ground or Sith’s back. They spread Aten’s arms straightening as he leaned into the maneuver. His feet coming to the ground outside the vessel Aten would release one more projected strike towards the Sith’s back to push him into the floor of the cabin. Breathing labored Aten spun on his heels saber at the ready for whatever was to come next. His flesh having paled slightly from the draining effect within the cabin that had caught him.

[member="Kresnik Karkarov"]

 

[Darth Raze]

" How spry and nimble you are!!" Kresnik spat out observing the young jedi do his best to avoid the red fog of energy that arose from the ground. It was quite impressive. The boys movements were carefully thought out and his gut was telling him there was more than just a simple display of acrobatics. A refreshing breath of air was inhaled. The energy and vitality taken from the boy and residual left over items soothed the Anzats wounds quite well. The blood that came his mouth, eyes and nose were dry not and the wounds as if they never happened. Though the slight soreness was a different problem for later. Some thoughts raced through his mind briefly before being broken to his will.

His hold of the miasma of red energy ceased to be after crawling to the left, the red lightning shrinking back into Kresnik. A rather fickle force impacted the back of his head. It went barely noticed but its origin was not.
The snap-hiss of his ancient lightsaber sounded alarming those around him, the light red blade glowing bright. A strike was perfectly set up as the boy came close but another faint impact on the siths back distracted him long enough to miss his chance. In his mind this battle had gone on for quite long enough and now it was time to finish it.

" AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" A deep savage scream erupted loud as Kresnik walked out of the ship slowly. The sounds waves carried by the force echoing all around and blasting the grounds rocks and dirt to blow toward [member="Aten Ramses"] with a quick haste. The scream was not sustained though and quickly another deep breath was taken in as if another was charging up. The Sith did not follow up and instead stood his ground his ears seeming to perk up listening to the jungle itself. The jungle did not answer back directly.

He was taking the defensive? " Where is your master?" he asked finally speaking in a way that wasn't a grunt or growl.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Standing outside of the vessel Aten saw the creature rise to his feet the blood having dried, and perfectly fine. While having lost some of his color Aten wasn’t aware the creature was capable of draining that much from the surrounding environment. If anything, he was going to have to end the fight sooner than later. The buildup of the force Aten could feel, his eyes taking in his foe. To simply amplify ones’ voice with the force was an easy task, to hide one was doing so wasn’t. Especially it seemed for one so feral. As the scream began to emit Aten would use basic science to defeat his foe. Something he’d learned back as a child sound could always be bounced back at its source.

Hand reaching out Aten focused as layer upon layer of invisible energy formed just before the hole in the ship. Not some straight wall of energy either, one with a curve in it thus making it all the better for the plan the Morellian had in mind. Strengthening it Aten let the waves of the scream meet it instead, the sound radiating and pressing back at the Sith whom had released the scream. Not only that he’d yet to fully exit the vessel, the scream rebounding and echoing off the inner walls of the ship thus amplifying its sonic properties all the more.

Having felt what lingering effects the scream had made such as the wind picking up and bits of rubble and rock flying at Aten he somewhat pitied the Sith for what he was possibly suffering inside the now echo chamber. As the scream ended Aten’s arms would come around in a clap that curved wall exploding inwards at the Sith’s chest to throw them into the back wall of the vessel.

[member="Kresnik Karkarov"]

 

[Darth Raze]

His head tilted to the side causing his braided hair to swing behind him. Next came a toothy grin and a nod at the child before him as if he understood. With a flash of translucent light the creature willed the force to create a barrier of diagonal nature aimed from the ground in front of him into the oxidized metal ceiling of the vessel. A crude funnel of sorts. Catching his own amplified scream and pulling toward his slanted barrier he endured a dampened sort of pain before the ceiling tore unleashing the now twice focused sound wave up away into the very skies above. Like a megaphone. The redirected scream seemed to be amplified ten fold causing skreevs to fly away from the trees, cannoks packs to flee across the fields and even Zakkegs to pause in their tracks before leaving the area. The rumbling of feet big and small could be felt and heard. There was a mass exodus occurring in their area. Dropping the barrier right after the Anzat covered his body letting the rest of force take him back further into the vessel with a reckless abandon. Rocks pounding him along with dirt causing minor scratches. Panic?

A look of angst over took him as he scrambled to several tubes and tore them open pouring a sort of coolant into his hair and all over his body. The chemical like smell caused him to stiffen his face,specifically his nostrils. He had to of looked crazy doing all this but inside and outside himself screamed reason to do so. The beastly smells that once lingered on him were now masked. Pointing his lightsaber at [member="Aten Ramses"] the Anzat growled as if claiming his territory and twitched tilting his head.

*VVvvoooommm Vvooommm Vvvooommm*

In the distance sounds of something moving could be heard. At first it was faint and very very quickly got louder. The air vibrating above viciously with a deep hum like a starfighter, but more Organic. Zzzzzz! Finally a bellow erupted from the skies shaking the clouds. Three miles out it could be seen by those not indoors. A Drexl. And outside the now chemically smelling interior lay the corpses of dead hunters and the freshly dead Boma and cannoks.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

The sith looked like a complete mad man as he came out his hair stiffened and whitening from the chemicals he’d sprayed himself with, face contorted in an unnatural way, almost too stretched. It was disturbing, disgusting and many other things but that wasn’t the problem now. They had a bigger problem approaching, a far bigger problem. Turning to look over his shoulder the flapping of wings apparent to Aten his eyes widened slightly. This was no average creature, no boma or one of the other creatures on the planet. No this was the apex predator of the planet… A Drexl. The one creature Aten had hoped he wouldn’t be forced to run into.

Spinning on his heels completely to face the creature the Sith a secondary concern, for now, Aten drew both his arms back staring the creature in the eyes as it drew near its massive wings allowing it close the distance faster than Aten truly wished. This time it wasn’t fists, Aten’s hands were flat thumbs tucked in his hand straightened. Pulling his elbows back, them aligning with his shoulders Aten shoved them down his arms crossing. In the air before the Drexel two projected strikes speared for the creatures eyes digging in the hand positioning to ensure the strike was for piercing moreso than bludgeoning the eyes. The strikes drove into the soft interior of the Drexel’s eye a sickening squishing sound audible to both Aten and the Sith as the large eye on the right and the center one popped.

As for the Drexel its shriek grew all the louder its rage driving it towards the Jedi at an increased rate. The one positive to the situation was that it now lacked two of its most important eyes the three smaller ones in the area just above where the center had once been. Losing one eye for any creature was enough to throw off their perception, even more so for one that was so accustomed to having many avenues of vision. Diving to the side Aten felt the talons of the creature fly by missing by mere centimeters the wind rushing by sounding as though focused through a funnel. The creature slammed into the ground its sense of distance thrown off by its two most important eyes.

Coming up from his roll Aten pounced on the creatures back his feet digging in, the Drexl’s wings flapping carrying it and its Morellian passenger off into the sky. Shaking, and spinning the Drexl attempted to rid itself of the pest that road it while Aten clung on his hair flying about loosely.

[member="Kresnik Karkarov"]

 

[Darth Raze]

If this had been under any other circumstance the plan and battle with the young Jedi would have gone very sideways. Dxun had served Darth Raze well but now it was time to leave. After 250 years his freedom from Dxun had finally come. A smirk was etched on the Anzats face along with the chuckles of joyous laughter. Finally. " Good bye boy." he almost whispered as he heard the Drexl swoop in only to see it crash into the ground. Raising a brow and jogging out of the ship the young lord watched as the now enraged Drexl fought the young jedi. Two of its eyes were missing... What the? A sense of shock struck him like lightning. Why didnt that happen to me? He pondered concluding the boy had much to learn.

" Such fire...But too civilized. Dxun is my gift to you..." he spoke through his teeth observing the match between Beast and youth. Dropping his lightsaber to the ground after deactivating it, Kresnik took in a deep breath of air. His body shifting positions preparing him to break into a sprint away from the battle and down the path of the jungle [member="Aten Ramses"] came from. The brush wiping away the coolant from his body from all but his hair. Fast and faster he moved till all that was left was a blurr of speed. Sliding to a halt the Savage lord of Dxun took no time hesitating when it came to the code lock on the ship in front of him.

" Grrr..." His balled fist slammed into the mechanism with a bang. Air hisses out as the door prepared to open with alarms going off. Next his hands cupped around the keypad ripping the interface from the durasteel wall to reveal the wires inside. Examining it briefly the creature rolled his eyes with a smirk. With ease the door was fully opened after a couple of wires were swapped around, this was no thanks to the countless memories he gained from feeding on big game hunters. Sometimes the occasional Slicer.

" Computer ready engines now!" He commanded walking aboard quickly.

Minutes later the sound of the ship could be heard from miles around and soon to be see rising into the air and taking into the upper atmosphere.