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Eyes Of A Predator	By : KianaTaversMereel Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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. ;)

For several minutes, my master and I walked silently through the corridors of the pristine, sterile compound. He seemed much calmer now that he had seen to the small female, in ways the women he had brought home before never could. Not since he had taken me and run away from his home on Irmenu had I seen him so...happy.

I was certain he was headed for the mess hall to get something to eat for the two of us before it was too late, but there was one thing I had to see to myself, even though it would put me within range of the psychotic little soldier in the sandy-colored armor. As much of a risk as it was and as much as I despised the man, the motherly instinct in me couldn't let this go. I had to check on the injured clone and make sure that he was all right.

As loathe as I was to leave my master's side, I figured that now that he was in a good enough mood, he wouldn't mind. He didn't like those six psychotic little boys any more than he liked their father, but if he had the natural senses and instinct like I did, I knew he would understand. I couldn't fault him for not understanding, though. My master was only male and had no motherly instincts to go with the fatherly ones like myself.

The small female my master was so taken with, however, she indeed seemed to understand the need to protect and comfort quite well.

Catching the young clone's scent, I abruptly turned away from the path my master was taking down another corridor. I could smell fear mixed with the boy's scent and immediately knew that he- and likely his brother- were hiding. I knew this compound almost as well as those six clone boys did and as long as I had his scent, finding him would not be a problem.

Unlike humans like my master who did not have the same sense of smell I did, I could easily tell the difference between one clone and another, even the sandy soldier's six sons. It was subtle, but it was there, the faint differences in scent between one clone and another. Different instructors, different soaps and shampoos, different areas of the compound, even different kaminiise they were around.

I headed down one of the corridors in an unused and unoccupied area of the compound that was far away from the barracks where the clones and their instructors lived. Judging from the scents that lingered in the area, this was an area the six clones used as an area to hide and retreat to when frightened. The lack of a scent of squid and rollerfish meant that, although clean and sterile, the kaminiise hadn't used this area in some time.

It was also apparent that the other Cuy'val like my master were unaware of this hiding spot, for I could not smell them here, either. The only scent I smelled was that of the boys and faint hints of their father. No doubt, he not only knew of their hiding spot, but likely that it was also a place for them to plan their periodic attacks on the kaminiise staff of the facility. If there was any place they would use for such a purpose, it would indeed be here.

I could smell the boy now, and his brother, both as clear as the stinging scent of sterile antiseptic that permeated the compound. Within seconds, I had followed the scent trail around a corner to find the boys huddled against the wall, apparently waiting until they thought it was safe to return home. Knowing that my master was heading to the mess, it was likely that was what they were waiting for. With the instructors all at mess for dinner, they could slip back to their home unseen and undisturbed.

Even without looking at them, I could tell which one was injured by his scent. Out of the two of them, the injured child was tinged with fear, while his brother was tinged with a hint of anger. The injured clone sat stiffly against the wall, unable to properly move his head, while his brother tried to calm and comfort him until they were ready to return home.

Knowing that, for all their lack of a sense of smell, they would smell me coming, I decided that it would be pointless to try and sneak up on them. Even if they weren't frightened and on heightened alert, they disliked me more than their sandy-armored father did and would not be pleased to see me. The best I could do was to approach slowly and calmly...and keep my fangs sheathed for once, no matter what happened.

As soon as I drew close enough, both boys immediately stiffened at my scent, a scent that clearly smelled of a predator even to a human. I stopped where I was as soon as I saw them tense and sat calmly on my haunches, showing no sign that I intended to attack or harm them. Their small brown eyes went wide with fear, watching me warily as I sat there in the corridor without moving a twitch.

"Oh great...it's Mird!" One of the boys whispered to his brother, sitting ramrod stiff and still despite the pain he was obviously in. His brother, feeling a bit bolder, moved to protect his injured brother. Even unarmed I knew that these boys were dangerous and against my need to calm and protect them, I stayed where I was.

"And where there's Mird, Old Psycho's not far behind." I forced myself not to bristle at the insult to my master. My master was calm and refined, not unruly brutes like these boys and their sandy-armored father. "Go away, Mird! Get out of here!" Despite the clear threat posed by the unarmed child, I had no intention of moving.

For a long time, neither the boys, nor myself moved. We watched each other in silence in the sterile hallway, with both clones remaining on high alert as if they expected me to attack without warning or provocation. With each passing second, I could tell that the injured clone was growing more and more uncomfortable, shifting his head from time to time as if it hurt him to hold it up.

"My neck's starting to really hurt..." Although the uninjured clone was loathe to turn his back on me, his concern for his brother eventually won out over his hatred for me. Turning around, he carefully supported his injured brother, holding him in as comfortable a position as he could while being mindful of his brother's neck. Although I wanted to immediately head over to offer comfort, I stayed where I was and watched them like a sentry.

"Don't worry, Mer'ika. Kal'buir'll find us soon, especially when we don't show up for dinner." Both boys seemed to be a bit more relaxed now, but I knew better than to think that they had forgotten about me completely. The moment I tried to move slowly towards them, the uninjured clone immediately shot me a look that clearly said he would defend his brother if I dared to get any closer.

With a quiet sigh, I patiently sat down again, deciding that as much as I wanted to soothe and protect the boys, the risk wasn't worth the attempt. Instead, I decided to remain sitting in the hallway a few meters away as a silent sentry. If I could not calm and protect them as I would my own kits, then the least I could do was ensure that nobody else came to harm them, either.

Though the boys slowly calmed, the uninjured brother always kept one eye on me as I sat there, sniffing the air every few seconds to ensure they were safe. If anyone, be they kaminii or Cuy'val, were to approach the corridor, I would smell them and be alerted before they could harm the boys. For the moment, we were alone. No doubt, all the instructors were gathered in the mess for dinner and it would be some time before anyone would have the time to come looking for them.

Within a few moments, however, I caught the scent of the psychotic little soldier in the sand-colored armor, smelling him just in time to dodge the triple-edged knife thrown at my head. Immediately, I turned around to face him with my hackles raised and my ears curled back, not at all happy to see how close the blade had come to hitting me. Some thanks that was for watching over his two boys to ensure no harm came to them, especially at the hands of the kaminiise.

Ignoring the two boys for the moment now that their father had arrived, I remained alert and on guard. I knew that the sandy-armored soldier hated me and wouldn't understand what I was doing there. He only thought that I was there biding my time for an attack, not that I was there protecting them from harm.

I snapped at his beskar-plated boots, splattering them with drool as he aimed a kick at me, followed by another as he walked past. Though I snarled and swiped a sharp-clawed paw at him, I made no other move to attack him or the boys. I doubted he would understand that I was only protecting myself from his unwarranted attack, but I couldn't completely blame him for being so protective of his sons. As much as I disliked the little psychotic soldier, I knew that being so protective was what made him such a good father.

Knowing that he had everything well under control, I allowed myself to relax before turning around and heading off to find my master. Unlike the other Cuy'val, my master wasn't the social type. No doubt, he was probably the only one besides the psychotic soldier I had just left that took his meals in his apartment. By now, he had no doubt noticed that I was not at his side, although I doubted he would think anything of it other than thinking I was hunting sea mice again.

It didn't take me long to get back home to my master's apartment tower, away from the other Cuy'val in the communal barracks. Nobody wanted to share living space with a strill, which was just fine with me. My master living apart from the others gave me plenty of space to roam about and go hunting without being disturbed or having my prey frightened by unexpected intruders.

The door hissed open before I had even raised a paw to scratch at the door to be let in. My master had indeed noticed and been waiting patiently for me to return. He seemed just as relaxed- if not moreso- than when I had left him and was not at all angry that I had gone off for awhile. Happy to see him again and in such a good mood, I bounded into the apartment, bouncing up off my paws in hopes of a firm scritch.

My master obliged, scritching my perked-up ears eagerly, so eagerly that I almost missed the scent. That rich, meaty scent that I hadn't smelled since we had arrived here on this wet, stormy world. Even though I loved my master's scritches and firm pats on the back, I couldn't ignore that I, too, was hungry and had been gone longer than I realized.

While I had been patiently watching over the two clones, my master had been making an exquisite cut of bantha steak. I dropped back down onto all six paws and looked up at him, wagging my tail and panting eagerly, leaving a puddle of drool upon the polished floor. Unlike most humans, my master simply laughed and gave me another playful rub on the head.

"Smelled the bantha, did you? I thought the two of us could have a little treat." Letting me go, he turned and headed over to the table, where indeed a bantha steak was waiting. I didn't need to be told twice, hurrying to follow and almost falling in my eagerness to get up in the chair beside him in hopes of getting my share. "Don't worry, there's enough for both of us, Mird'ika."

Unable to help myself, I let out a yelp of excitement, watching as my master carefully cut the large steak into pieces. I waited patiently for my share as he separated it onto another plate for me, watching as the rich, blood-red juices dripped onto the plate. Tal'yc, just the way we both liked it.

I tried to eat my share as slowly as possible, but like always, the delicious bantha never lasted. My master had to indeed be in such a good mood to cook a meal like this, especially when he could not leave here to get more. It was a treat to savor, one I could have eaten for the rest of my life if my master had seen fit, and it looked as if he were enjoying his just as much as I did.

Or perhaps...it was the small female he was thinking of, judging by the contemplative look he wore as he ate his share. As much as I knew my master loved bantha steak, I couldn't help but think that it was the small female that belonged to his own master that he wanted more of. It seemed as if, as delicious a treat that juicy, rare steak was, it couldn't compare to the exquisite taste of the female he had held in his arms just a few hours before.
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