Tracking Talent (Primeval)

[Catalys Maijora]

​Catalys opened his eyes. Panting in pure exhilaration as the blast pushed him back a few inches, the metal teeth on his boots grinding into the ground next to the unconscious Lesana. Quickly reacting he rushed towards the dazed Tesar, reversing his weapon and going to deliver a strong blow to the head.

In the moment he released two final words, believing his success was near. "Rest well."

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Catalys' breathing movements are visually apparent as he stands over the unconscious body. His ship isn't too far from here, but dragging a large lizard with an adult woman is not exactly what he had on his mind. Grunting as he lifts the man up over his shoulders he walks over to Lesana. There's no possible way he can carry the both. Taking his left foot he nudges her gently.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Lesana's body moves slightly, her eyes open as she sees a metal boot nudging her side. Her head is swarming with pain, pierce and then blunt, a headache was sure to develop. it struck her just then about what had happened, she realized she wasn't out of danger and saw the strange trandoshan-like creature sitting over his shoulders. Soaked in rain she lets out a cough, catching her breath whenever she can and bringing herself to her feet. She wanted to say something but couldn't gather the strength, she needed medical attention soon.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Letting out a light grunt he looks at Lessana through the visor of his helmet, his breathing is amplified and heavy. "Grab those lightsabers. Follow me, do so or forfeit your life.", his words were clear and angry. His Umbaran will lashed out towards her like a snake tightening itself. He bitterly moved around her side, his boots gripping into the ground with each step. "Hurry!", he ushered the orders loudly. Whether it was to inspire fear or out of impatience he was surely without calm.

His mission was so close to being complete. He would be able to go back to his revered Host Lord more successful than anticipated, and knew that the rewards would be great. Letting out a light chuckle, Catalys made a small joke at his unconscious companion. "My worship will adore a pet.", he said snickering behind his mask. Now waiting for Lesana he was ready to head back to his ship and escape the dreaded world.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

A few tears rolled down her face as she reached for the disengaged hilts. Disregarding the weapons she didn't care if they belonged to a Jedi or worse, she knew little of any who wielded such weapons but her curiosity was nowhere to be found. Walking back slowly she followed Catalys to his ship, a small transport, a design she couldn't recognize. She looked behind her once more, at the moon of Nar Shaddaa. Believing it may be the last thing she sees. "Pl--", she mumbles but stops. Putting her head down and concerned for the man on his shoulders. She nods, almost as if to reassure herself, before boarding the ship in front of him.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The small transport takes off, leaving behind the smuggler's moon of Nar Shaddaa. Their destination was a distant world near the fringes of space, a world known as Gulamendis. Catalys removed his helmet, the air pressure normalizing with his surroundings. His pale complexion, silver-eyes, and bald head revealed the nature of his race. He looked upon his hand, clutching it. "The Gods of Old now lost. Four Harbingers in wake, the Host that we command.", he muttered the short chant looking back at the unconscious prisoners.