The creature, the alien, the sentient life-form otherwise no different than Human or Ewok or Pyke, was much closer to the Pyke in terms of how ruthlessly it walked.
Yautkans, they had a history as unique as anyone else, had since gone from hunting a solar system to trading within it, but not all.
There were some of those Yautkans who refused to conform to galactic standards, refused to follow weak leaders, who instead chose to follow the old way, and Zad did not like meeting them.
For so many of us…
He thought as he watched the massacre unfold before his very eyes, and thought of little else to do for the moment.
...It isn’t the old way at all…
An Ewok dropped right in front of the foliage that hid the Ranger.
“...It’s the only way…” He didn’t wait. “Cover me!”
Wrapping his fingers around the handle of The Proposition, that handcannon of a blaster pistol in his right hand, the old man began to dance between the trees.
Ewoks shrieked away at his left, shrieked back, sounding like confused animals unsure whether to fight or flee.
Animals. I’m hunting an animal.
That was fine, it took an animal to hunt an animal.
An animal does what an animal has to do to get it done, always did.
That’s all this hunter did for the past few years.
He hunted animals with Proposition, with six daggers and seven swords, with his fists, because that’s the kind of Ranger that Zad Ruzed was.
Do. Done. Did.
-PHWOOM!-
The earth blew up around the Ranger’s feet, a cloud of dirt above a wave of mud.
Zad had just missed that big blue blast as he dove into the trees, looked around, cursed himself.
“Dank farrik, Zad Ruzed!”
He had the badge, but was a Ranger without his blaster?
@Sicadorito
Yautkans, they had a history as unique as anyone else, had since gone from hunting a solar system to trading within it, but not all.
There were some of those Yautkans who refused to conform to galactic standards, refused to follow weak leaders, who instead chose to follow the old way, and Zad did not like meeting them.
For so many of us…
He thought as he watched the massacre unfold before his very eyes, and thought of little else to do for the moment.
...It isn’t the old way at all…
An Ewok dropped right in front of the foliage that hid the Ranger.
“...It’s the only way…” He didn’t wait. “Cover me!”
Wrapping his fingers around the handle of The Proposition, that handcannon of a blaster pistol in his right hand, the old man began to dance between the trees.
Ewoks shrieked away at his left, shrieked back, sounding like confused animals unsure whether to fight or flee.
Animals. I’m hunting an animal.
That was fine, it took an animal to hunt an animal.
An animal does what an animal has to do to get it done, always did.
That’s all this hunter did for the past few years.
He hunted animals with Proposition, with six daggers and seven swords, with his fists, because that’s the kind of Ranger that Zad Ruzed was.
Do. Done. Did.
-PHWOOM!-
The earth blew up around the Ranger’s feet, a cloud of dirt above a wave of mud.
Zad had just missed that big blue blast as he dove into the trees, looked around, cursed himself.
“Dank farrik, Zad Ruzed!”
He had the badge, but was a Ranger without his blaster?
@Sicadorito