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Eyes Of A Predator	By : KianaTaversMereel Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: The idea for the story is mine, but the setting belongs to Tomoe and her wonderful fic Parttime Job. Other characters belong to Karen Traviss and George Lucas. Not mine, just borrowing them. I promise to put them back when I'm done. ;)

Trotting through the sterile halls of the facility, I followed my master after a successful range exercise. I could still smell the ozone of blaster discharge and the stench of rotting nerf on the air, even this far out away from the training field. The excitement of combat still tingled through my nerves and I panted eagerly, hoping to be permitted to go hunting tonight while my master slept.

Unfortunately, I could tell that my master was still quite steamed over the grenade that had been lobbed into his command center. Thanks to the psychotic little mercenary's equally psychotic six little clones, I doubted that my master would think to let me out for the night. Only the gold-armored mercenary could rile him up so badly as to put him in a foul mood even I couldn't soothe.

Realizing that I would be left to chase sea mice inside the apartment again, I gave a huff of frustration at my master's side and slowed my trot to a walk. I couldn't help but be disappointed at the prospect. Even though our side had lost the almost-war, my master's trainees had performed well, enough that it ordinarily would have warranted a hunt or perhaps some bantha steak.

I looked up at him as we walked through the warren of pristine white corridors, hoping to see some indication that he would let it go for once. As expected, he didn't even give me a second glance, not even when I tried pawing at his armor to get his attention. No, he was far too upset to do anything more than wander the endless hallways until he saw fit to return home and rest for the night.

Soon we were in the medical wing of the facility, an area I hated greatly on account of both the smell of antiseptic and the number of fishy-smelling kaminiise that populated the area. I hoped that my master would see fit to quickly find his way out and not linger for too long. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the night smelling the sharp, stinging scent of a hospital and nothing more.

Before my master could pass much further beyond the surgical theater, I caught the metallic scent of blood in the air. If this had been any ordinary hospital, I might not have thought anything of it, but the kaminiise kept the area much too clean to even smell blood. Ignoring my infuriated master, I stopped to sniff the air to follow the scent that was easy to catch even over the smell of antiseptics.

As I approached one of the back cubicles used for examination, I could sense a sort of cold tension in the air. Someone was angry, angrier than my master even. Sniffing the air carefully, my eyes widened as I caught a familiar scent. It was the female belonging to my master's master...and she was the one in distress!

Without waiting to see where my master was, I dashed after the scent of the female to find her in the cubicle with another one of the mercenaries, her back to me. Seeing her there on her knees before the other soldier with a knife at her throat and another at her ankle immediately set me on alert. Not caring who the other man was, I bared my fangs with a soft growl of warning to get away from the tiny female.

My master must have also noticed the female's distress as he was suddenly there at my side, lunging at the female before she could harm herself further. While I kept my attentions on the other soldier, my master grabbed the hand that was at the female's neck, preventing her from driving the tiny blade through her pulsing carotid. His other elbow slammed into her collarbone while his other hand forced her head away from the blade, a blade he quickly tore from her small hand.

The tang of blood filled my sensitive nostrils and I realized with another small growl that it had been HER blood I had smelled. Though she hadn't cut herself deeply, she had cut herself enough that the blood trailed down her skin until it stained the collar of her top. I couldn't understand why she would want to harm herself in such a fashion when most Mando'ade would have simply fought their way out.

"I'm impressed by your stealth, Walon." I watched carefully with my fur still raised and my fangs still bared as my master pulled a third tiny blade from the female's hair. Still sensing a threat posed by the other soldier, I didn't relax in the least, not even as the female passed her second blade to my master. Once he had all three blades, he released her and scolded the other male.

Deciding that my master had the offending male under control, I padded around behind him to the other side of the female. I watched my master stare the other male down as I remained bristling protectively beside the female. I didn't stop baring my fangs, nor did I stop growling, until the other male got the point and quickly excused himself.

"Thank you." Only when my master seemed relaxed that I allowed myself to do the same and sheathed my fangs. I stood at the feet of my master and the female, looking up at them as I panted contentedly. She seemed to wobble a bit on her feet as she leaned against him, no doubt from the bloodloss brought on by her self-inflicted wounds.

"Hello, Mird." I flicked my tail a bit at the attention, still concerned about the amount of blood I smelled on the air. Most aruetii females couldn't stand on their feet for very long with a wound like that. "Missed you already. I'm ok now." I gave a quiet little whine, not at all believing that she was all right while her neck still bled.

My master calmly turned her back towards the area she had been trying to vacate a moment before, leaving me to follow. I had hoped that he would tend to her wounds quickly, but the female apparently had other plans. She seemed to look anxiously towards the entrance of the medical area and called out the name of one of the other soldiers.

This one was a female in red armor, one that I recognized and thankfully ignored me for the most part. I could smell the worry and alarm from the woman as she hurried into the room to scold the smaller female. A second later, the psychotic male in the gold armor limped around the corner after the armored female to see what was going on.

Immediately, I bristled and bared my fangs, but gave no warning growl. Growls didn't intimidate this one like they did so many others and I knew him to carry knives, knives he wasn't at all afraid to use. I didn't like him being here in the least, not when the small female needed medical treatment and was in distress as it was. The last thing she needed was to have my master and the psychotic male in gold armor get into it in front of her.

The tension hung thick in the air as the female tried to explain what had happened to the gold-armored male. Apparently, one of his psychotic little clones had been hurt and had violently refused treatment. The reason she had been on her knees with a blade at her throat when my master and I had found her had been due to her own heated arguement with the male that had left.

Rather than being sympathetic towards the smaller female, the gold-armored soldier immediately whirled around on my master. I gave a snarl of warning despite knowing that my master could handle himself against the smaller male, my ears curled back as an arguement broke out between them. I could feel the small female's tension spike as her eyes nervously flicked between my master and the gold-armored male. It was as if she, too, was waiting to see who would throw the first punch.

If not for my master's master arriving, I had no doubt in my mind that the two of them would have been at each other's throats in another second or two. I stopped growling as my master absently stroked my head, but I was far from calmed by his familiar touch. The small female was still bleeding and her tension spiked more at the sight of my master's master than it had at the prospect of a brawl.

I turned my attentions on her as the red-armored female offered an explanation to the silver-armored master. I nudged at her hand to try and get her to pay attention to me instead of the dominant male, but it seemed that she wasn't in any hurry to let her guard down around him. Giving another indignant huff of rejection, I turned back to my master's master, eyeing him carefully.

He didn't seem at all happy to see the small female here and the way he acted around her gave me the impression that he thought he owned her. I felt myself bristle at the thought of the silvery alpha male mistreating her in any way. My master's master or not, he didn't deserve to have such a lovely female, especially one who held no animosity towards myself or my master.

The tension was broken by the red-armored female, who apparently wanted to go get something to eat before it was too late. She took the arms of the other two males and guided them out of the medical bay before any further unpleasantness or arguements could come up. That left my master and I alone to see to the female's bleeding wounds without any further interruption.

"Come." I followed my master inside the cubicle as he led the female inside, dressings and sharp-smelling bacta in his other hand. I stood on guard just inside the door, ready to bite anyone who tried to disturb them whether they deserved it or not. At that point, I would have been glad to bite into the squid-tasting throat of a kaminii if it meant my master and the female would be left alone for the rest of the night.

I watched as the female sat and my master began to treat her bleeding neck. There was a concern there that I rarely saw on my master's face that wasn't usually aimed at myself. Considering that his own family had disowned him and he had nobody but myself in the following decades, it spoke volumes of what he felt for her to see him so concerned for her well-being.

His hand curled in her long hair as he steadied her head, allowing him to carefully study the wound. I could smell the fresh blood that welled up from the cut and knew that whatever arguement the female had with the other male, she had not been joking in her threat. Despite being aruetii, she was clearly ready to slit her own throat if she felt threatened enough by any of us.

Fortunately for my master, he didn't seem to be one of them. My ears caught the faint sound of a feminine moan as my master brought his mouth gently over the wound. I could only watch silently as he cleaned the wound in a way that only I had ever done to him. The female appeared to enjoy it, for she didn't appear to be in any hurry to push him away, nor did I sense any heightened tension as I did when the alpha-male had been in the room.

The caress upon her neck didn't last long before my master had moved up to her soft lips, kissing her. Though he had only me for company over the years, he HAD brought home a few females in his time for companionship, but never had he treated them the way he was treating this one. This was far different, as if he cared for her as more than just a matter of one night's release. Strangely enough, the female appeared to respond to him the same way.

Then the moment was broken and my master was again all business as if the stolen moment with his master's female had never happened. Deciding that my master needed a moment to himself, I silently padded just outside the door to keep an eye on things while I waited for him to finish with her wounds. Even out here, I could smell the pheromones hanging heavy in the air between the two of them.

For a moment, I anticipated that the female would be coming home with my master as she had before, his master be damned. Even she seemed to hesitantly want the same, her voice calling after my master so quietly, I almost didn't hear it. No doubt, my master would have taken the chance had this been any other time and she hadn't belonged to his own master. Rarely did a woman captivate his interest in such intoxicating ways.

"Skirata likes to take it out on Mird and he's a bit frustrated tonight. Have a nice dinner." I had almost forgotten about the psychotic little soldier in the calm, almost pleasant last few minutes. He was bound to be as angry as my master had been earlier and unlike my master, didn't have the advantage of a beautiful, alluring female to soothe his bruised pride. I was no doubt in for a rough night.
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