Saga A Hunter Hunted (CT OC One-poster)

Okay, I've finished my first fanfiction (Lost Knight). Now I'm going to try my hand at a one-poster. I hope you enjoy it. Comments, questions, and/or criticism are welcome. Please.

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The Rodian was of average build, but slightly shorter than most. His skin was
green in color, and his head had a shiny baldness wrapped around his pointing ears that perched atop his skull. He was dressed in a brown-orange shirt and black vest. He
stepped back slowly at first, drawing a blaster pistol. Then, a wave of realization came over him and he sped up. The Rodian broke into a run, seeking refuge in a seedy alley of Duro.

"<Don't even blink, or you're bantha fodder!>"

The figure chasing him didn't stop. The Rodian's pursuer came into view.

"<Y-You! Why won't you die?>" the Rodian yelled in its native language. He stroked the blaster's trigger four times. Beads of sweat rolled down the Rodian's face,
which was contorted into an expression of terror.

The other took the first shot in the shoulder, but dodged the remaining three. The Rodian's chaser was a male human, Corellian of origin. Though the Corellian had black hair and penetrating brown eyes, no others could tell because of a helmet that he wore over his entire head. The Corellian had broad shoulders and a fit body, covered by light body armor, green in color.

The Rodian fired off three more scarlet bolts, two of which hit the predator's
heart-saving breast plate, bouncing off into the sky. Finally, the Rodian tossed down the
spent blaster, but not before attempting in vain to shoot several more times. He reached
for his nerf-hide vest and opened it. Under his helmet, the Corellian's eyes widened.

The Rodian held the thermal detonator aloft so his hunter could see. The Corellian protested.

"Easy, put that thing down. You could level a building with that, not a wise
choice."

"Then shouldn't be enough to kill you, Tlach?" the Rodian replied. He pressed the
button. Wynt Tlach, Leghe Vebb, and everyone in the Scout's Respire hotel had twelve seconds to live.

Vebb the Rodian dropped the spherical detonator on the ground and began to run
again. Tlach glanced around to look for any other individuals near by. The only
individual in the area was a lone Duros child, no use in stopping explosives. So Tlach took action himself. He came down on his knees and examined the soon-to-be-fatal
object. Tlach was not knowledgeable on explosives beyond being able to throw or
launch them, especially not something as powerful as the weapon in his hands, which hit nine.

Desperately, Tlach loaded the thermal detonator into a large-barreled weapon that
normally fired small-power grenades. He aimed almost straight up and counted in his
mind. Six... five... At five he pulled the trigger, sending the spinning detonator up
into the air.

The sphere was caught in the day's strong wind. It was blown to Tlach's right and
still had many feet to fly when it exploded. The shock wave dropped him to the ground. The corner of the hotel split up into a cloud of debris. Tlach winced under his helmet. A slab of ferrocrete fell two feet away, then bounced into him, knocking the Corellian down again. The sound was deafening and the air soon rank with smoke and upheaved building structure. As he watched, two bodies came down from the hotel roof and hit the alley with a pair of sickening thuds. Tlach winced once more and then all was quiet.

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Two Weeks Later


Wynt Tlach set Fringe Shadow into motion. The Corusca freighter was
ancient by the standards of most starcraft connoisseurs and builders, but Tlach just
wanted something to get the job done, getting him from place to place. Fringe
Shadow fared well at this, but took the extra care. Tlach didn't mind; it allowed him to focus his mind in places other than his profession as bounty hunter.

Strangely enough though, Tlach did not feel unsettled about his failure to catch
Vebb. More often, he tried to veer his thoughts away from the

 

That was good.

And Wynt fired the first shots in his life that would be used for good.

For you, my family. For you.

I really liked that line.

Good job, Face.

lordmaul13

 

Thanks, maul. A Sith's approval is always nice.

Anybody else?