03-04-2009, 03:37 AM
Szar groaned. He’d been a tinge harsher than intended. Trotting after the retreating girl, he gently placed his hand on her shoulder after having caught up. Her reaction was not one the Icer had expected: she leapt so high Szar was convinced her skin had been left behind. Relinquishing his grip, the Changeling stumbled back a pace. As she had been frightened, the girl had loosed a loud shriek, and now the rest of the people assembled were staring at him. Wishing he could rewind things to a few minutes prior, so he could perhaps establish a decent first impression. But, the fact was that he couldn’t. So, he chuckled nervously and averted his gaze from the rest of them. If he couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see him, right?
Try as he may, Szar was unable to camouflage himself with the grass: purple stood out very strongly against green, apparently. The group’s gaze was smoldering, and Szar winced beneath it. After a decade’s awkwardness, the girl bounded into Szar’s vision, her face painted with embarrassment. She muttered something about apologizing, then quickly wheeled about and skittered away. Furrowing his brow, the Changeling shrugged. She was entitled to behave however she wanted; right now Szar had other interests.
The mansion looming above the group was oddly inviting. There was likely to be an incredible amount of information locked within, surely there was something Szar could use as evidence to support Kai’s involvement with the heist on Kajin Rala. His face, ever since seeing it Szar had been unable to get it out of his mind. But, despite how quickly the gears of his mind churned, he couldn’t remember where.
Normally when there was something he was stumped with, he would go to the shooting range and practice. His marksmanship was one of the reasons he was a Security Officer in the first place, the other being his father’s position. When he’d shown up at the training facility on the first day, the instructors had chastised him relentlessly, saying that Changelings had no place on the police force, that they were nothing more than planet merchants and extortionists. Szar had hated them, and he’d told his father so. On the second day, those instructors weren’t present. Nor were they there on the third, or the fourth. It wasn’t until two weeks later that their bodies were discovered.
Knowing his father had been involved, Szar confronted him on it. Feigning ignorance, he insisted that he had no involvement. Their relationship from then on was teetering on collapse. However, the Security Force was under order of the Kajin Rala council. So, even if their personal relationship died, there would still be a professional one.
Reality hooked his mind like a fish on a line and reeled his attention back to the present. Knowing what he had to do, Szar slipped the pistol from the holster at his waist, eying the guard nearest him. Pulling the trigger, the dart dug into the man’s chest. The sedative was quick to take hold, and he crumpled. Moving closer to the door, Szar turned back to the rest of the Hunters. Raising a thumb, he pointed to the door.
“Anyone coming?” he proposed. Not waiting for a response, he slinked toward the door, cracking it open, he slipped inside.
Try as he may, Szar was unable to camouflage himself with the grass: purple stood out very strongly against green, apparently. The group’s gaze was smoldering, and Szar winced beneath it. After a decade’s awkwardness, the girl bounded into Szar’s vision, her face painted with embarrassment. She muttered something about apologizing, then quickly wheeled about and skittered away. Furrowing his brow, the Changeling shrugged. She was entitled to behave however she wanted; right now Szar had other interests.
The mansion looming above the group was oddly inviting. There was likely to be an incredible amount of information locked within, surely there was something Szar could use as evidence to support Kai’s involvement with the heist on Kajin Rala. His face, ever since seeing it Szar had been unable to get it out of his mind. But, despite how quickly the gears of his mind churned, he couldn’t remember where.
Normally when there was something he was stumped with, he would go to the shooting range and practice. His marksmanship was one of the reasons he was a Security Officer in the first place, the other being his father’s position. When he’d shown up at the training facility on the first day, the instructors had chastised him relentlessly, saying that Changelings had no place on the police force, that they were nothing more than planet merchants and extortionists. Szar had hated them, and he’d told his father so. On the second day, those instructors weren’t present. Nor were they there on the third, or the fourth. It wasn’t until two weeks later that their bodies were discovered.
Knowing his father had been involved, Szar confronted him on it. Feigning ignorance, he insisted that he had no involvement. Their relationship from then on was teetering on collapse. However, the Security Force was under order of the Kajin Rala council. So, even if their personal relationship died, there would still be a professional one.
Reality hooked his mind like a fish on a line and reeled his attention back to the present. Knowing what he had to do, Szar slipped the pistol from the holster at his waist, eying the guard nearest him. Pulling the trigger, the dart dug into the man’s chest. The sedative was quick to take hold, and he crumpled. Moving closer to the door, Szar turned back to the rest of the Hunters. Raising a thumb, he pointed to the door.
“Anyone coming?” he proposed. Not waiting for a response, he slinked toward the door, cracking it open, he slipped inside.