Location: Mek-Sha, Unknown Interior Location
Equipment: Left Bracer,
Refurbished Armor atop
Kinetic Padded Bodyglove,
Retractable Eye Covers with
HUD Display,
Rebreather/
Translator Mask
Weapons: Charric Rifle,
Scarecrow Grenades,
The Stick,
Vibromachetes
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Tools: Fusioncutter
Tags:
Zayah Bane
Luck
Kael continued to stalk his way through the crowd. A growing sensation of something familiar within the area. The feeling he trusted on a hunt for something truly delicious.
His mandibles cracked together as he turned his head back and forth, finally drawing a few glances his way that hadn't settled into the blank stare of returning home. While he wasn't the same face most had seen, the flock around him hadn't made any sort of strange notion about his appearance.
The station being one of those coming and going anyhow with a wide variety of alien life aboard.
The sensation of a good meal both growing and fading as he tried to navigate the strange withering of his senses. Or heightening. It didn't matter either way given he had a task to accomplish. Pushing through it, and the growing pace of his vitals as the draw of the force pulled at him into a section of the housing lot.
Breaking away from the resident crowd and cutting a path closer to the complex of doors and cobbled huts that had sprung up in an older section of the district.
<"Might have something."> A final comm transmission as Kael stood in the entry way of the section. He couldn't quite sniff out the trouble, but that ebb of his favorite delicacy was a strong one that pulled at him.
Standing at his full height, thankful he'd brought quiet weapons, he drew himself up onto what seemed a sturdy enough building. Claws grasping into the ramshackle building before he disappeared up into what counted as a new floor.
His form dropping down flat as his arms worked to keep him moving while out of the light below. Creeping along the rooftop with an alarming grace before voices began to filter into his senses.