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[Darakses]

The large insectoid remained seated for the rest of the journey within the fields as he conversed with the lizard in the seat next to him. An incredibly odd constellation if anyone was to look at it.

Before he saw them he knew they were there, his hunters and another presence he could not quite make out. He felt them in the scrapyard vessel on their way to meet them just as they had planned. They had brought the machine.

It didn't take long for their pilot to catch on and adjust the ship so that the rest of them could proceed with moving the goods and hunters abroad.

The Challenger warned them about their equipment but the three insectoids were already well equipped with their rebreathers and instead took off the unnecessary garbs and stood almost completely bare. With one forceful pull and the rushing of the very air around them, they entered zero gravity and gave themself to the void.

A phenomenon that Darakses could only describe to himself as thorough enjoyment. He leaped into the darkness following his extreme senses and natural eyesight even in pitch black to make an impact upon the smaller cruiser of his tribe that floated a couple of meters away from them. The sisters accompanied him in silence. The much smaller vessel likewise opened its own cargo hold and the flickering silhouettes of two other Cha'ta'ri could be made out resonating behind the light from within the ship.

The reunited group broke out into a wild fanatical clicking barely heard in the overwhelming nothingness of space before their Hunter Eldest silenced them with a loud growling. He coordinated the group as to how they would have to move the machine from one ship to the other and then with another small push of his powerfull feet slid through the void and reentered Rochos ship.

He snarled under his mask towards the lizard "They come, they bring machine, two hunters, one machinist yes"

Seconds later the smallest Cha'ta'ri Rocho would have met so far hopped on board, he was also a bit chubbier than the others and unlike the Hunters was dressed in an apron much like that of a blacksmith.

Darakses explained "This Preserve, Machinist of the Mithrax" he pointed at the newcomer "This Challenger, Hunter of the Mithrax" he pointed at the Trandoshan.

Next followed the large machine that was carefully pushed up the cargo ramp by the two last Cha'ta'ri. Once they had successfully loaded the machine as a group Darakses would make further introductions.

"Challenger, these are Dancer and Scared both Hunters of the Mithrax" the two tilted their heads side to side in rapid succession as their six eyes scanned the lizardmen up and down. They hissed silently before the alpha shut them up his Ch'tar was rapid and rougher than usual "This is Challenger, Hunter of Mithrax. He is I and I is he yes" the two bowed their head and both welcomed the new Hunter in Ch'tar.

"Now Challenger, tell them plan, they not know much, you know more yes" it was a sign of respect to introducing the raid to a band of hunters and it was important to Darakses to initially give this group a form and show their host the respect he deserved.

 

[Rocho]

Rocho observed their process of bringing in the machine. It was truly fascinating that they could just survive like that. Impressive really. There were only so many species that could handle the vacuum of space without much concern, and they seemed to do it without fear. As they came inside they would eventually be introduced to Rocho who simply nodded his head at them. Normally he was more talkative than this, but this was an entirely new culture and set of individuals he was keen on observing. They seemed to come in a number of sizes, had fascinating natural abilities, and a hunter culture.

He was introduced to Preserve, the machinist. As well as Dancer and Scared. He was quite fascinated by the choice of scared as a title. It was just a little deprecating but he didn't seem unfairly treated...presently. Although the two were shut up rather quickly when they began to hiss. But they ended up bowing as he said more, which Rocho nodded his head to again.

Then he was asked about the plan, he gave a smile and a grunt ,"I can think of two that have the most potential. One is that we go in on the ship, come at them from above. The advantage with this is that it'll be a shock and they won't have time to react. You can grab many without having to worry about an organized resistance. Fly over, drop down, pick up, run. If we see a chance we can repeat the process. Another option is a long term attempt, we'll need to ensure that if they have any signal towers we take those out right away. Then we close in from the sides, speeders or rides would be useful. Keep them from escaping. If this works you'll have to deal with more resistance, but you have more of a potential of capture all of them rather than some of them escaping. Personally I do not hold either to be a superior choice, it depends on what your measurement of risk and reward."

He would nod to the cargo hold where he had a gfv-2-scout-speeder. "I can use that if necessary. But I doubt it'll be needed unless we get runaways."

Darakses

 

[Darakses]

The group of Cha’ta’ri abroad the militarised cargo ship began shrieking their strange clicking sound remotely like that of a beating hard. Each of them even the Machinist among them was excited by the newcomers' strategy to attempt the raid on such a distant hunting ground. Even though some understood the reptiles basic more than others all of them knew that this moment would decide the outcome of their hunt.

Darakses silenced them with a quick and long-drawn hiss. His larger frame rose above them all as he gave the words of his newfound Hunter a moment to sink in.

“Mithrax tribe build on patience, we take time, we know prey. Let us hunt them in one great raid yes, we take many spoils. We tear at the hunger in one great hunt yes”

The vessel would echo at the fast-paced thumping of the Cha’ta’ris ritualistic mandible clanking. The raid had been planned. Their hunt had commenced, one unlike any before. A hunt with a stranger to a place that no Mithrax had ever ventured to.

“Challenger we will travel there, we will find a place to hide, then we scout.”

The fire in his bright blue pupils grew as he lifted his bare trunk to the full height the walls allowed.

“We go Challenger yes, we go on great raid now”


Rocho

 

[Rocho]

Rocho looked uncertainly at them as they made all their strange shrieking, however, it would seem that it was in agreement. So he chose to smile nodding his head as Darakses explained being built on patience. So it was the long term plan then, lovely. He preffered that one. It was more like a hunter, the other was more like that of a raider.

The Cha'Ta'ris also clearly agreed with this. It was really strange being around the species when he could only understand them through their vocalizers and their, while similar culture, very different physiology from the species he was used to. Trandoshans and humanoids were the things he'd known most, and these were very much neither of those.

Soon they were on their way, the Trandoshan again at the pilots seat, considering how this should all play out. Long term plan, so they'd surround the area at a distance, he'd make sure they landed well away from the area when it would be time. To ensure his ship didn't get noticed by the people. This would give them the time necessary to start the preparations of enclosing the target area and scouting out everything necessary, "Do you want to use traps? Or would you prefer to basically bag them and bring them back. Can outfit the back pretty well just need to know the plan ahead of time."

 

[Darakses]

Darakses had returned to the spot he had rested at earlier, leaned against the Tradoshans seat. Folded in his cubicle position he only perked up when the pilot called out to him.

Trying to imitate his guest's communication the translator answered "Cha'ta'ri strong, Cha'ta'ri hard, Mithrax great fighter. We... bag... them Challenger"

He continued to spin the idea "We land distant, scout, take position, move in at once, fast. We go for big ones, our bite they go silent, no struggle. Then drag them together, ship comes to take us away yes"

At this point the Hunter Elder had understood enough about the reptilian's life to know he must be a rather great raider himself. He wanted to know what a fellow killer thought. "What you say Challenger?"

A question was a rare thing among Mithrax and Twin Sister who had been in a similar position as Darakses tucked away near the entrance door peaked out to listen in on Rochos answer.

Rocho

 

[Rocho]

Rocho grunted again as Darakses answered his question of the choice, grinning slightly as they said they'd go for the bagging method. It could certainly be more swift of a method. He also noticed their mention of their bite making them go silent. So they had a type of venom, or poison, depended on the matter. Then come and get it with the ship. The Cha'Ta'Ri asked his opinion.

"I believe that can work. I'd suggest keeping at least one or two of the swift, or in a speeder, in the rear. So that on the possibility someone escapes they can either turn them back or capture them. Inferior though they may end up being, groups that scatter are often prone to letting someone slip by. Like water. They can't overtake you normally but they tend to slip past if you aren't careful." The Trandoshan responded thoughtfully, he flicked a hand towards the droid, "I'd have him do it but like me we're more armed for lethal purposes. Most of my hunts are of more...lethal creatures, and require more deadly attacks as a result."

 

[Darakses]

The huge insectoid was flicking his hellish mandibles around back and forth as he listened to the words of the reptilian pilot. It was obvious that he had experience. This hunt would truly be a glorious one.

"We must come in their sleep. Less will run, we move silent, yes"

His six eyes scanned past the rest of his hunters "We leave one Hunter and Machinist here, when ship comes they will give support"

His translator continued in broken basic "We must know their land, let us find good spot for raid. Somewhere distant from help. We come from nowhere, tear away everything."

The smallest of the Cha'ta'ri abroad gave off a sharp whistling sound to grab the attention of the Hunter Eldest who lifted his head high to catch the Machinists stare.

Darakses growled in his odd shrinking manner before the plumper Mithrax answered in a rather confident basic "Ship can scan planet for optimum landing opportunity, yes. Forest ridden world, we can come from there."

The larger Cha'ta'ri roared back "YOU DO NOT SPEAK ME COUNCIL MACHINIST" his tone became milder as he addressed Rocho "You chose hunting ground Challenger"

 

[Rocho]

The Trandoshan nodded in agreement in regards to when they would attack, as well as who to leave behind. "That should suffice." he responded simply. Then onwards to knowing the land, yes they could scan and survey from above using the ship primarily. That'd be easy enough. Then travel down and drop members off where they needed to be. Just far enough away to keep themselves from any discovery.

Then one of the others attempted to speak, getting attention of the leader and then pointing something out, admittedly something Rocho found obvious, but he tried. However, Darakses definitely didn't seem to like that, shouting in response at him, before returning to tell Rocho he had the choice of hunting ground. Personally, Rocho found such leadership sometimes problematic. But it could depend on the race. It was typical for there to be a leader in a hunting party, and equal authority was generally not a good idea. However offering comments didn't necessarily invoke such a response.

But he didn't say anything about it, they had their own customs, if he worked more often with them then he would keep it in mind. But for now no such thing was needed. "I'd say we drop off at terrain intervals around the enemy. Just use the ship to survey, as mentioned. Seems kind of obvious. Then let out individuals, or teams, to the best locations. Mountains, dense forests, and lakes or creeks, are all good positions to come from as they can provide cover. Even something as simple as thick meadows may be sufficient if there are commonly animals around here. Just as long as we stay low. Then, we choose a time when we need to strike, and we do it."

 

[Davak]

--

 

[Darakses]

From the back of the ship out of the door, she had disappeared into before emerged Twin Sister who stepped through the room wrapped in the long white garments that concealed her form. For what she was she was graceful her long purple mane fell down the pale neck to were smooth but cricked chitin lined her chest with a horrific armor.

She hissed more than she spoke “You and the Challenger speak much, let us arrive, let us see and touch and feel the Hunt. There we plan”

The room shrieked in what could only be interpreted as Cha’ta’ri laughter, it seemed even the Machinist shared their same humor.

Darakses had kept a rather stern face, but he bowed his terrible head ever so slightly tilted enough to send the message of respect at the Huntress in front of him. And the Hunter Eldest spoke out in basic over the lend voice of the translators ai “We have made many plans today, let us come to the grounds, let us lay our eyes upon it, let us taste their flesh and we will know and we will hunt.”

A uniformed humming echoed inside the ship as the group of Cha’ta’ri joined voices into fast-paced clicking just like the thudding of a heartbeat.

With that most of them went back into their stale almost frozen state of hibernation in which they preserved energy and attempted to shut down as many of their bodily functions as possible.

Darkness would join his brothers and sister for this sleep unless Rocho would give him a reason not too.

For now, they awaited the arrival on the distant planet and the great and hopefully plentiful hunt that awaited them.

 

[Rocho]

(Unless You'd rather not, I'll go ahead and skip to the planet)


Rocho watched them, Darakses seemed to have a greater respect for this female one than the machinist. Perhaps that was a matter of what their positions were though. Rather than simply, how skilled they were. The Machinist did not have to do with battle itself necessarily, and so did not deserve input. That, however, was only the Trandoshans theory.

He nodded his head as the mentioned the plans being made. The rest went off to rest, Rocho stayed at the front. Tapping his clawed fingers thoughtfully. This was going to be an unusual hunt indeed.

Arrival:
Rocho wouldn't disturb them until they were nearing the location of the planet. From there he'd say aloud, "Getting close, gonna start scouting things out from here. Then we can figure out where we're dropping everyone off."

The scouting itself shouldn't take much work. A long distance look from overhead, just to keep everything clear and avoid spooking the creatures below. And using the sensors to conduct the search itself. Rocho gave out a hum, checking over his armor and weapons as they did so, and getting ready all around for the hunt. They might have more efficient ways to catch them, but he'd have to do things by a lot more force. He really needed to stock up on more stun weaponry.

 

[Darakses]

In the northern hemisphere of the Akarui planet runs a long mounting range that splits a continent. On the southern side of this seemingly endless bedrock covered in the lush forests lay one of many small villages that could be found all over the four large continents.

Farmers that lay seeds to the land, traders that moved goods over the treacherous mountains it was one of the areas hardly affected by the planet's fast-paced technological advancement. They lived a simple life of work and worship. Constructed around a large clearing 4 dozen or so buildings could be found varying from vendors to living quarters and public spaces like the large market near the center of the bustling town.

Awake at almost all hours of the day the cat folk conducted its daily business in the soothing Mediterranean temperatures.

What no one was to or could have predicted was the hunger that would soon befall their people. The endless hunger that had driven generations of Cha’ta`ri across the galaxy and a hunger that had now against all odds arrived at their doorstep. A hunger unlike anything they had ever met.

A great raid would commence here.
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Their arrival was swifter far swifter than he would have ever imagined the power the incredible power that was hyperspace travel reminded Darakses of how far they had to go. And how far they had come.

He felt the hunt come alive in Rocho as his thoughts, his mind, his energy began to flood with thoughts of what was to come. The Hunter Eldest growled at the shadows before him and they listened as the large bodies of his kin rose.

“Prepare now” his hissed in Cha’ta’ri.

His two lower off hands traveled along his chest feeling the comforting steel of his varying daggers. The longer swords hung from his back hidden by the garments that covered his body in dark cloth.

The voicebox around his orifice scrambled tones as he raised his voice in basic.

“We must find a spot to land yes”

 

[Rocho]

(I am very sorry, I know it's been awhile since I posted. I had a lot of trouble getting on and so hadn't managed to post for most of my people. If you don't feel like continuing this that's ok.)

Rocho surveyed the lands with some interest as they went. It really wasn't anything particularly new to him. But he analyzed it nevertheless. There were those who lived the lives of farmers. How...dull. The trandoshan had never fully understood such a life. Even though he knew age would eventually bring with it exhaustion, and repetition, anyway, the life of a farmer was just...nothing. However, he'd leave them to it. It was there choice and he really couldn't care less.

It also made them easy targets. No target was free of consideration. But Rocho wouldn't easily kill without a good enough reason. The Cha'ta'ri had theirs. These people were about to be met with a hunt. It was no murderous rampage. It was indeed a hunt. Sentient or not. He heard Darakses hiss, presumably to his to the others. Rocho didn't hear it perfectly well, and even if he had he hadn't learned the language. But he did see them preparing.

He nodded as he asked about a place to land, "We could block off their path to the mountains with the ship. Just in case any have the idea of running. But first perhaps we should drop some off in intervals around the camp in preparation as planned, so that we can encircle and charge from all directions. How fast are your people? If sufficient they could go by foot, otherwise I could take the land speeder and ensure that none of them escape."

Darakses

 

[Darakses]

The Hikaru Prime dimmed down behind the mountain range which in return cast its shadow seemingly until the horizon. The different colored moons of the system rose in the sky and painted it in its red and blue light.

The party of Hunters had landed the ship inside the lush forest from were on out they had been gathering information on the villages layout and the behavior of its populace.

As a community, they did not seem to have a day or night cycle the way most humanoids did but instead had a larger or smaller group going about their duties at all times.

The huge insectoids along with their reptilian travel companion decided that they must set a distraction in order to better control the movement of their prey and thus better target and capture them.

So as the evening set in and the reddish taint of the Akai Tsuki lit the sky along with its brethren moons "Scared", a Cha'ta'ri, a creature unlike anything this planet had ever seen stepped into one of the larger structures near the center of the small settlement. The six-armed insectoid was covered head to toe in a long black garment, it wouldn’t make a difference if he was caught either way but he was used to hunting like this.

Wood was such a strange material to stand on, the male Mitrax Hunter had never before encountered wood like this, the shipyards and black markets of Freehold were the closest things he could compare this strange sensation too. But he had been taught by his Eldest that these were lesser creatures, and that he had very little to fear from them if he were caught.

He did not fear capture, he feared failure much more. The hunger of his people depended on his actions, they were so far away but they were in a pain that he could relate to all too well.

The sharp claws at his feet scratched over the floor as he bent his knees and tucked his head down to be more flexible and move quicker inside the wooden halls. This seemed to be a rather important building to those residing here and it was his job to make sure their attention was focused on it.

Stepping through barrels and crates that were full of all kinds of supplies, his huge body crouched down and dropped a small explosive in the form of a metallic orb into a few of the storage containers.

Scared knew that he would have enough time to safely exit again, the explosion and the fire that would follow would signal success to the rest of the Hunters and their raid would commence.

A noise behind him startled him.

His four-eyed head sprung to the side as he twisted his chest to face the origin of the sound.

It was one of them, a humanoid, one with hair and five long tails.

The creature was smaller and thinner than him. Dressed in a colourful wrap of garment from the neck down only revealing its dark brown fur at the sleeves and downwards from its knees which weren’t covered. It had long white hair on his head, a mane similar to those that some of the female Cha’ta’ri wore.

Its eyes were wide open, Scared hadn’t blinked. He could smell its fear, taste its instinct to run, to hide. It knew that he did not belong, that he was dangerous. His mind raced through a quick calculation of the time he had left before he needed to be out of the blast radius.

He needed control. In that moment the Kitsune in front of him tried to turn and make a dash towards a door at the other side of the room. Only seconds had elapsed since their eyes first crossed but for the Cha’ta’ris enhanced reflexes and overly long arms, its escape was more of the last struggle than an actual attempt to survive this encounter.

His left main arm sprung froward and his clawed digits grabbed the smaller creature by its side stopping its movement. He noticed that it resisted but it was not enough, not against the sheer force he could so easily muster. He pulled back as his other main hand and his two shorter off hands took a hold of the creature.

Scared pulled the furry humanoid in as he rose to his full height, now in his deadly embrace his office opened revealing row after row of razor-sharp fangs. His head snapped forward and buried itself in the neck of his captured prey.

This form of feeding was a Mithrax Hunters technique to sustain themselves in a dangerous situation. Eating it whole here would be unwise instead he was draining the red liquid life out of the dying Kitsune, Nourishing himself in the process.

He dropped the drained body that fell to the wooden floor with an odd thumping sound, what a weird material he thought to himself again as he crawled out of the structure. Once outside he sprinted for the forest as was planned.

The other Hunters in the party were scattered all around the Village in the lush green forests surrounding it, waiting for their moment to begin the raid.

They would try to catch, immobilize and later load as many of them on the Challengers ship as they could.

They needed to be quick no time for mistakes.

Scared had just made it to his meeting point with Twin Sister who was high up in the trees watching over the village. He bowed at the gaze of her four burning blue eyes. Seconds later an explosion rocked the area and then another and another. Fire and smoke could be seen rising over the treetops.

Their raid had started.

Rocho

 

[Rocho]

Rocho ended up shuffling through his equipment, searching for a weapon he usually didn't bother with. Rocho often preferred bringing in his prey dead. It was the way of things. He wasn't a capturer, he was a warrior and a hunter. There was a difference. Rocho took kills. However, he did not consider killing to be the way of greatest success like many did. It was only the challenge itself, success. That was the achievement. But hunting, warring, those were the ways to prove it. That's just what he considered best. He eventually pulled it out, ensuring he was fully armed with, very safely packed, darts and a Dart_gun with a 10 round magazine. Although he had to deal with so fewer shots, it was of little consequence. Although Rocho didn't have the most dexterous fingers, and despised having to use pistols or short range firearms that weren't scattershot. When it came to ranged rifles, he was a crack-shot.

Their targets were weak, so he couldn't use the strongest of doses. However, a somewhat above human level dose, that'd work sufficiently. Of course, there was dangers with all forms of darts of this kind. Too small a target could receive too potent a dose. Or too weak of one could respond with a very poor reaction. There were humanoids who had strong systems, and he was treating them as one of these types. If the dose was too strong, he should be able to apply something to counteract it in time.

Rocho would head to his point just like everyone else. Preparation was coming. He was looking forward to it. Although it was likely unnecessary, he still carried on him his axe. Ensuring that he could lop off any heads if the situation called for it. However, this seemed unlikely. And was preffered to be avoidable. He looked into the distance, the darkness having little issue to him, having hunted in it for so long and due to a trandoshans natural abilities. He waited like the others, until the explosion went off. There was the cue.

The trandoshan let out a silent hiss as he set off to moving, smooth and swift through the grass and landscape. Staying low but moving far faster than a normal person would when running. As they started moving closer he prepared the dart rifle. Aiming to carefully incapacitate whichever ones he saw first. The weapon would be quieter then a blaster, and so attract little attention and be harder to track. But, it would make them look at least vaguely in his direction. Leaving more room Darakses and the others to sneak in from other angles while Rocho continued his movement forwards with the dart gun. If it ever got empty, he'd start reloading straight into the chamber. This was a hunt not of individuals, but a group as a whole. Individually, each kill meant less than nothing. It would be a waste of time. But the challenge was to take them all down.

 

[Darakses]

"Fire, there's a fire!" it was yelled across the streets.

The shadows of the surrounding buildings were elongated and cast a dark flicker over the dusty ground. The cat people had panicked and the whole village was on their feet gathering water and passing it from individual to individual in an effort to regain control over the mountain of flames.

It had all started only a short time ago, an explosion in one of the main buildings had spread the fire across the forest facing side of their small community. The elders had already sent some men into the woods, fearing that the blaze would spread deeper and destroy their precious land. All other capable were gathered to help.

Twin Sister and Scared had pushed around sneaking along the back of the buildings after the flames went off and now emerged from behind the firefighting group. Embraced by dancing shadows the menacing figures spread their four arms and stretched their terrible claws, dressed in nothing but a few tunics they briefly squad down before launching themselves into the light and right into the crowd of cat people.

Four large male Akaran Kistuse were eagerly jogging down a path that led around a few of the houses and into the forest they carried axes and would attempt to cut down any trees that might potentially spread the fires deeper into the woodland. None of them would ever make it there. Instead, they would halt their sprint when they noticed the giant menacing silhouette that stood in the darkness under the green foliage. Darakses slowly stepped onto the path before the group of hairy humanoids, in traditional Cha'ta'ri culture hair was a sign of prospering health which translated as premium substance to the ever hungering insectoids.

And now, he would feast. With a small notion, he pushed himself forward and covered the distance to the group faster than any of them could react to. His dash left him standing before the cat-eared person leading the four, a three-tailed male in shorts and a large sleeveless shirt. The Hunters left main-hand had pierced right through the center of the bleeding beast-man, who could only stare down at the chitin covered arm of the alien in disbelief. Darkases head snapped over to the other Kitsunes standing next to him. His right main-hand unbuckled a vibro blade on the belt around his armored waist. The buzzing sound and flash of light pierced the darkness briefly as his clawed digits drew past the Kitsunes head. A gurgling sound now echoed through the clearing. The slashed victim fell to its knees both hands desperately trying to push back the blood that was drenching its fur from the neck down.

The Hunter Eldest held onto the still pierced prey and used his off hands to pull out his main arm, the creature collapsed but the Cha'ta'ri caught it with his lower left claws dragging it along its head.

The Kitsune at the back of the pack, the smallest of the few. A two-tailed dark brown male dropped its ax from the fear of the bloodshed he had witnessed. He turned around only to face a smaller and shinier version of the monster that had killed his comrades. Dancer had accompanied her Hunter Eldest in the hope to learn from how he wields his claws and now wanted to halt the escaping prey. She simply beheaded the smaller creature pulling its head off with her sheer strength before eagerly chucking down the thick red liquid that came spurting out.

The last of the group was taken apart and eaten by the two before they headed into the town to assist with rounding up the villagers. They had been attacked by the Cha'ta'ri and the Challenger who used a combination of poisoned darts and bites to incapacitate the confused and shocked Kitsune. By the break of dawn as most of the village had burned the Machinist had finished individually freezing their incapacitated victims into carbonized pillars while the rest of the crew loaded them onto the ship.

Neatly stacked on top of each other they had managed to capture a good three dozen Kitsune that were now ready for transport.

They left their hunting ground in shambles having killed and or eaten most of what they could not carry while the fire eraced most of what once was a small mountainside village.

Much of the return was spent discussing the machine used to trap all these victims, none of the Cha'ta'ri had ever seen the power this machine held until now, and especially Darakses was fond of the opportunity the invention held for the potential colony. Aside from this he would also express his thanks to the Challenger who had helped them overcome a great logistical hurdle.

Once they reached the Gorgon fields again, a Cha'ta'ri scrap ship would pick them up, it was one of the largest the had piloted by Wingless who would then help them move the spoils of the hunt from the Trandohsans ship to their own.

The Hunter Eldest would part ways with the Trandoshan hunter and one last time express his thanks for the aid that he had contributed and informed him would he ever need the help of the Cha'ta'ri he should return to this asteroid field and they would come to his assistance. Aside from this, he was also given an adequate sum of currency and the option to take with him some of the captured Kitsune as well as anything the group picked up on Akari.

Rocho