Thel' Vadamee
Audio Log 2-13: Breadcrumbs
The Urag assassin, Karka' Ytrum'Kaske, stood outside the tent of his target. He and his brethren had been sent to eliminate a particularly pesky human. They were some of the best that their religious sect had to offer. As was the plan, 3/4 of the force was to attack the human head on, and the remaining member, Karka', was to assist carrying back the body. For reasons unknown to him, his masters wished to obtain the corpse. A trivial matter, but it should prove no problem. Three Urags were more than enough to take a single human. But still, the assassin felt some worry gnawing at him. His brethren had been inside the tent for a while, and all had grown silent long ago. It was unusual for his brothers to take so long...
Karka' waited for some time more before he decided to investigate. Cautiously, he opened up the flap in the tent cut by the assassins. All was dark inside, and Karka' could see nothing in the inky blackness. And then it hit him, the smell. Mixed in with the still night air, was a cloying, sickly smell- the smell of death. Surely, the human must be dead... he thought to himself. Curious, he stepped inside... right onto a pool of blood. Gasping slightly, he looked down. He ran his vision down his leg, and onto the floor. Odd, he thought. there doesn't appear to be any discernible pool... And then it struck him. He could not see the edges, because blood covered the entire floor. He knew then that no human could bleed this much, and knew that his brothers were dead. To confirm his suspicions, he bent down and touched the spilled blood. Observing his fingers, he saw the characteristic brown blood of his kind. Cautiously, he drew his sword, and looked up. Right in time to see the room bathed in the harsh red light of a flare. As he drew his gaze upwards, he saw a sight that made even his blood run cold. It was a pile of severed heads, those of his brothers. Around the heads lay the hacked limbs and severed appendages of the same Urags. And standing in the midst of it, stood a lone human, flare in one hand, odd looking pistol in the other, arms crossed over his chest. His head was bent down, and it slowly began to rise... Karka' saw something terrifying beyond what his small mind was capable of comprehending. The eyes of the lone figure were strange, haunted. No eyes like that belonged on a human- the closest thing that Karka' could relate them to were the eyes of the feral cats of his homeworld, before they struck. But not even the eyes of the Xen'La'Takla could compare with the sheer rage conveyed from those eyes. In those eyes, Karka' saw his death, the death of his brothers, and the death of all his kind. To cross blades with this human meant death. Karka' turned to run, and felt a burning pain in his leg...
After I slew the three assassins, I waited for the one outside. He would be my macabre Hansel; he had no choice in this matter. I knew that he would eventually investigate, and then I would spring the true trap. To organize another attack so soon meant that the Urags had a base nearby. A base that this Urag would surely flee to, to hide within the safety of its nest. But nothing could protect him from me...
I heard the Urag enter, heard it stoop down to sample the blood. Heard it draw its sword... I popped a flare, and watched the Urag see the carnage around me. I saw the glint of terror in its eye, and watched it lift the flap to flee... Then, I sprung into action. Raising the pistol, I fired a single round into its leg. Now, at this point, it may seem to be a rather uncomplicated plan. However, the pistol I wielded was no ordinary weapon. It was a low-caliber pistol designed to deliver special payloads. In this case, a slug made of Palladium. A rare metal, it emitted a certain form of radiation which imparted on Urag blood. A study early on in the war showed that Palladium would cause Urag blood which came into close contact with it to glow in the dark for hours. Already, I could see the bright spots on the walls of my tent. I followed the Urag through the flap, and gave three sharp whistles. Out of surrounding tents, a team of soldiers materialized. I gave a few brief hand signals, and the team formed up, one handing me my rifle. I looked down, and saw a bright trail of blood heading off into the wasteland. I grinned, and the hunt was on...
Audio Log 2-13: Breadcrumbs
The Urag assassin, Karka' Ytrum'Kaske, stood outside the tent of his target. He and his brethren had been sent to eliminate a particularly pesky human. They were some of the best that their religious sect had to offer. As was the plan, 3/4 of the force was to attack the human head on, and the remaining member, Karka', was to assist carrying back the body. For reasons unknown to him, his masters wished to obtain the corpse. A trivial matter, but it should prove no problem. Three Urags were more than enough to take a single human. But still, the assassin felt some worry gnawing at him. His brethren had been inside the tent for a while, and all had grown silent long ago. It was unusual for his brothers to take so long...
Karka' waited for some time more before he decided to investigate. Cautiously, he opened up the flap in the tent cut by the assassins. All was dark inside, and Karka' could see nothing in the inky blackness. And then it hit him, the smell. Mixed in with the still night air, was a cloying, sickly smell- the smell of death. Surely, the human must be dead... he thought to himself. Curious, he stepped inside... right onto a pool of blood. Gasping slightly, he looked down. He ran his vision down his leg, and onto the floor. Odd, he thought. there doesn't appear to be any discernible pool... And then it struck him. He could not see the edges, because blood covered the entire floor. He knew then that no human could bleed this much, and knew that his brothers were dead. To confirm his suspicions, he bent down and touched the spilled blood. Observing his fingers, he saw the characteristic brown blood of his kind. Cautiously, he drew his sword, and looked up. Right in time to see the room bathed in the harsh red light of a flare. As he drew his gaze upwards, he saw a sight that made even his blood run cold. It was a pile of severed heads, those of his brothers. Around the heads lay the hacked limbs and severed appendages of the same Urags. And standing in the midst of it, stood a lone human, flare in one hand, odd looking pistol in the other, arms crossed over his chest. His head was bent down, and it slowly began to rise... Karka' saw something terrifying beyond what his small mind was capable of comprehending. The eyes of the lone figure were strange, haunted. No eyes like that belonged on a human- the closest thing that Karka' could relate them to were the eyes of the feral cats of his homeworld, before they struck. But not even the eyes of the Xen'La'Takla could compare with the sheer rage conveyed from those eyes. In those eyes, Karka' saw his death, the death of his brothers, and the death of all his kind. To cross blades with this human meant death. Karka' turned to run, and felt a burning pain in his leg...
After I slew the three assassins, I waited for the one outside. He would be my macabre Hansel; he had no choice in this matter. I knew that he would eventually investigate, and then I would spring the true trap. To organize another attack so soon meant that the Urags had a base nearby. A base that this Urag would surely flee to, to hide within the safety of its nest. But nothing could protect him from me...
I heard the Urag enter, heard it stoop down to sample the blood. Heard it draw its sword... I popped a flare, and watched the Urag see the carnage around me. I saw the glint of terror in its eye, and watched it lift the flap to flee... Then, I sprung into action. Raising the pistol, I fired a single round into its leg. Now, at this point, it may seem to be a rather uncomplicated plan. However, the pistol I wielded was no ordinary weapon. It was a low-caliber pistol designed to deliver special payloads. In this case, a slug made of Palladium. A rare metal, it emitted a certain form of radiation which imparted on Urag blood. A study early on in the war showed that Palladium would cause Urag blood which came into close contact with it to glow in the dark for hours. Already, I could see the bright spots on the walls of my tent. I followed the Urag through the flap, and gave three sharp whistles. Out of surrounding tents, a team of soldiers materialized. I gave a few brief hand signals, and the team formed up, one handing me my rifle. I looked down, and saw a bright trail of blood heading off into the wasteland. I grinned, and the hunt was on...