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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. ;)

A few days later found myself and my master on guard duty, beginning our late night patrol around the facility. Though the kaminiise had their own security forces, my master's master had insisted on a daily nightwatch to ensure the project stayed safe. It was a job I enjoyed greatly, far better than keeping clones in line or chasing sea mice around my master's tower apartment.

I lived for nights like these, lived and breathed for the hunt. They gave my master and I time to be together as we had been since he was a little boy, friends and trusted partners without outside distractions. I didn't really care that we never caught any troublemakers- the time spent with my master made it more than worth it.

He had been unusually mellow in the last few days, ever since the incident with the small female that belonged to his own master in the medical wing. Ever since the night we had shared those juicy bantha steaks, he had been calmer, even towards the clones under his instruction. Oh, they wouldn't notice it like I did. To them, he was still a sadistic bastard that enjoyed tormenting children, but they didn't know him the way I did.

They couldn't see or smell the calm about him, as if he was still savoring the touch and taste of that little female, even several days after the encounter.

I smelled and sensed the danger before my master heard the alert in his helmet. We were just heading into the residential wing, where every last Cuy'val Dar save my master and myself lived. There was blood in the air, a warm, metallic tang that I could feel tickling my sensitive nose, even as far away from its source as we were.

My master broke into a run a split second after I did, with one hand to his helmet as he listened closely for further information. I could only faintly hear the chaos through the helmet's soundproofing, as if every Cuy'val had been alerted all at the same time. The only voice I couldn't seem to hear amongst the voices was my master's master, although I knew that didn't necessarily mean anything.

I hoped that my master would keep up with me and not head off after anything else, regardless of the alarm that had been sounded. Blood was rarely shed here on this watery world. That there was the scent of freshly spilled blood here meant one thing and only one thing.

Somebody had killed tonight and for once...it had not been me.

Finally reaching the source of the smell, I pawed urgently at the apartment door I had stopped at. I could smell the scent of blood so clearly here and there seemed to be a great deal of it, judging by how strong it was. Not only that, but I could smell two familiar scents here. One belonged to the small female that my master had been so taken with. No doubt, this was where she had been living since the battle in the circle the day after she had spent the night with my master.

The other belonged to my master's master, which could only mean that he was the one bleeding out inside. I gave a low whine, pawing frantically at the door in hopes that it would open or my master would open it for me. The man was dying inside and I could only guess where the little female was. Someone had slipped through our careful defenses, but who could have managed such a thing, let alone murdering my master's master?

My master finally managed to catch up, slapping at the lock just above my head. I didn't wait for the door to open completely, nor for my master to give me any sort of command. As soon as there was enough of a gap to let me through, I bolted through the door, finding the silver plated soldier lying on the floor in a very large pool of blood.

The scent of death hung in the air and I circled the fallen, bleeding leader anxiously, whimpering and whining. There was nothing I could do personally to save him from his grievous injury except wait for him to die. The man had not liked me much more than anyone else had, but he had commanded my master and deserved even my respect.

My master was at the man's side almost as fast as I was and seemed just as concerned at the sight of all that blood on the pristine floor. If the man lying there wasn't dead yet, he soon would be. I could only watch as my master began working on his own commanding officer, moving about him in ways that I could only hope were meant to patch his wounds and save his life.

Within moments, I was aware of three new scents approaching the open apartment. I smelled medical equipment as well as the tinge of ozone and explosives. There was only one other Cuy'val that I knew of that smelled like that, a man who looked similar to the psychotic little soldier in sandy armor. If I wasn't mistaken, the man was a medic.

If my master could do only a little to help, then this man could do more to help, perhaps even save the fallen Mand'alor. The second scent belonged to a red-armored female I had seen and smelled around the missing aruetii female. She was decent enough, a typical Mando woman who was all-business and just as tough as my master.

Near the door, I could smell one of the six psychotic little boys that belonged to the sandy armored soldier. He had been one of the ones that had been hurt the night of the bantha steaks and I could smell the shock and horror coming from him. I may not have liked him and his brothers for their habit of throwing knives at me, but the mother in me wished that he didn't have to see this.

He seemed to be talking to someone, but I couldn't be sure if it was my master, the medic, or someone else entirely. No doubt, the entire compound was awake and on alert by now. Nobody was getting any sleep tonight, not with my master's master lying in a large pool of his own blood like that.

Uncertain of what to do, I paced anxiously, trying to stay out of the way while my master, the medic, and the female worked on their fallen commander. The boy didn't even seem aware that I was there, staring at the body on the floor with wide, horrified brown eyes. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that he couldn't believe what he was seeing, that somebody had managed to do the unthinkable.

I could hear other Cuy'val running past the apartment, all men and women with different smells and armor colors. I didn't recognize all of them, although I was certain that I saw the bright egg yolk yellow of a female who had also been spending time with the little aruetii female. She didn't seem to show much hesitation as she ran past the group working on my master's master, trying to save him despite the amount of blood that soaked the floor beneath them.

The worry was sharp in the air, almost as sharp as the scent of the congealing blood of the fallen commander. I could hear it in their voices, the urgency and concern that he might not be able to be saved if they didn't hurry. Everyone was moving quickly, surrounding the fallen soldier until I could no longer see him save for the occasional flash of silver armor.

Finally given a moment to rest now that others had arrived, my master stepped back from the group of fellow Cuy'val to rest against the nearest wall. I couldn't remember the last time I had smelled such concern from him or hear such shock in his usually smooth, calm voice. He didn't seem to acknowledge me any more than anyone else did, standing there watching the others work frantically to save their fallen Manda'lor.

I felt no comfort from his presence, nor that of the others that seemed to swarm the fallen silver soldier. I had stopped pacing for awhile, but I couldn't help but feel anxious and worried despite their desperate attempts. I nudged my nose against my master's armored leg and pawed at his thigh when he didn't respond, feeling the need to do something to help.

After a moment, he gently pushed me back down on all six legs, giving me an absentminded scritch as he noticed the lone clone child watching from the doorway. Someone had likely pushed him over there to keep him out of the way, too, no more needing a child's presence in such an emergency than they needed mine. He looked ashen, perhaps even a little sick at the sight before him, frozen with either shock or a loss at what to do.

My master seemed to recover from the shock somewhat, moving more like he did when he was on the battlefield than he had when he had first entered the room. He had noticed something that nobody else had while they had been frantically working to save their master. I watched as he grabbed the boy's arm, hauling him to his feet and giving some sort of order that sounded vaguely gentle and almost fatherly, if any such thing could be attributed to my master.

I caught sight of his helmet turning occasionally to a spot high up towards the ceiling, looking at a grating in the wall, then to the boy in his grasp. Once the covering had been yanked off by my master, I understood what he intended the boy to do. Those six little psychotic clones had a habit of crawling through the various ducts and crawlspaces in the facility as a means of escape and to cause trouble undetected.

While I could have easily gone through the crawlspace and with less effort than a psychotic clone child, I realized that my master was saving my skills for a much more promising prey. He lifted the boy up towards the ceiling, pushing him into the vent to check on something that had caught his attention. I doubted it was the person who had attacked my master's master as most adults were far too large to squeeze through, even the tiny aruetii female.

Whatever was in there was meant as a distraction, a distraction that would give the boy something to do to take his focus off the horrific sight in the apartment below. It was as close as a Null clone would get to fatherly kindness from my master. I doubted the boy would see it that way, but contrary to what everyone liked to think of him, my master did have a heart at times.

As soon as the clone boy had disappeared into the crawlspace, my master turned to me with an all too familiar look in his eyes. He had definitely sent the boy off on a useless chase to get him out of the room while the others worked on their fallen commander. That meant only one thing for me whenever my master looked at me like that.

I was going hunting.
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