Pausing on a corner he raised his head and breathed in catching a scent he well knew and recognized. All except the glowing blue eyes.Īs they walked along the nearly empty streets They drew looks of fear and curiosity. As they moved he pulled the hood from his jacket up, concealing his face in the shadows. The pair slipped from the landing pads and disappeared into the city. Placing his hand on the electronics he let a surge of electricity flow from his left hand frying the terminal. Muad Dib was plastered on the screen with several warnings flashing on the screen. Pausing he looked at the screen and nodded with a frown. She sat with a glazed look in her eyes as they walked around the desk. With a wave of his hand he erased her short term memory. Her eyes widened as she ran his name and saw warrants, crimes comitted, affiliations, and other such information cross her screen. With a quiet chuckle he handed her his identification. The beast or the man who walked alongside such an animal. Stopping before her the man couldn't decide who she was more fearful of. A young woman sat their staring in fright as they approached. Across the port they walked toward the outer customs desk. The ramp lowered and the man walked off with the great hound following at his side. Chuckling lightly the man patted the beast on the side with an open palm and murmered, "Tracyn, ner burc'ya. But the intelligence burning in the blue orbs with a predatory cunning was perhaps the most frightful thing about the sith hound. The horns adorning its head like a mane and the thick sharp spines running down the ridge of its back to the muscled tail weaving side to side. ![]() ![]() As the ship settled the running lights came on and the animal walked over and rubbed its massive head against his side. Two more glowing blue orbs blinked into existence. A low whistle from him called to his companion. Shrugging slightly he reset the sword strapped to his back. A curved knife made of mythosaur bone rested snuggly in its sheath on his belt. Trousers, boots, long sleeve tan tunic with his mangy leather jacket over top. Rising the man straightened the pack that hung from his shoulders. The ship shook lightly as it enetered the planet's gravity well and descended to the spaceport. Much like the man who the eyes belonged to. Eyes opened and the darkness of the cargo hold was illuminated by the irridescient blue glow from his luminous eyes like a raging fire barely restrained. Three hundred and forty seven years, nine months, and eleven days. But the mind of the man sitting in the dark was aflame with activity. If one was to come upon him they would perhaps think he was in slumber. Sitting there in the darkness he breathed slowly. He sat in the hold of the ship, a transport freighter, with miscellanous cargo being transported to Alderaan.
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