Post by Deleted on May 24, 2022 7:15:15 GMT -5
Power Level: 8,000 • Suppression: 5 • Antisense: Off
Transformation: None (x0)
SOUTHWEST OF FUNGUS TOWN...
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The desolate expanse of the Diablo Desert was harsh, hot and unforgiving, with endless sand for as far as the eye could see. There were mounds, rock formations, and dunes scattered over miles and miles, but the details were lost eventually to the horizon and the shimmering oasis-like effect ever present - or at least it did for most individuals. Not so for the lone figure that stood in the middle of the wasteland, atop a small outcropping, covered in a long cloak and hood to ward off the heat and sun, and seemed to peer out across the desert from within the confines of the shadowy head covering.
From behind the hooded figure, a blue lizard approached, as it scampered closer and closer - *Crunch!* - the lizard was crushed underfoot, as the individual crouched down and grabbed the small reptile; then, the thing was lifted up and a bite taken from the sweet tail, which was said to provide much needed sustenance in the desert.
Tastes terrible.
The hooded individual tossed the rest of the makeshift meal, then resumed careful observation of the sand beyond. After several moments, there was a shift in posture, as the hood craned forward and the figure clearly peered out at something in the distance - and there, dozens and dozens of miles away, was a small trail of dust that was billowing in the still air. The distance was suddenly zoomed in, as the spot was focused on, and a large lion-like humanoid on a dirt vehicle was revealed, with enough clarity to see the whiskers on the snout and hairs of the mane.
There, The individual thought. That's Galraa, the target. Client wants the blue-furred Snackian taken care of, he's robbed once too many in this area, and has become bad for business... happy to oblige. And being paid is a bonus.
Without wasting time, the hooded figure turned and stalked toward a nearby motorcycle. The two-wheeled vehicle was of Capsule Corp make, with a dark tinted glass canopy that covered from front to back in a sleek sloped design, intended to keep the rider protected from the elements and weather while providing clear visibility. As such, the side of the canopy was open, to allow rider entry, and the hooded figure slipped inside and sat on the seat. The engine started, then revved, and with a squeal of tires on rock the motorcycle took off in pursuit of the distant target...
"Operations, come in," Said the hooded man, as the wind whipped past the motorcycle canopy. "Ryze here, I've located the target. Moving in now."
There was confirmation over the communicator, followed by orders. Ryze was part of a Bounty Hunter organization, which provided him with contracts and connections; and as a result, he had to follow some rules when it came to enacting those bounties. It wasn't usually a problem, but every so often there were specific requests from clients, which seemed to be the case for this one:
"Dead? Fine by me."
The rider leaned to the left, and dodged a rocky protrusion from the sand, to which his hood caught the wind and flew back away from his face. Ryze's green hair caught that same wind, as his scowl remained, and stare focused especially with his right red eye. The young man was a Cerealian, a less-known species in the universe, and a people that had a single red eye capable of amazing perceptive feats. Ryze was no exception, with his evolved eye likely one of the most developed and powerful of his species... and he now used it for bounty hunting, often time to great effect.
Should intercept Galraa in about five minutes. And keeping my energy low, around that of a normal Earthling, could hopefully draw the bandit in to try robbing me when I'm close enough.
As the wind and sand kicked up with a mighty whoosh, Ryze angled his motorcycle between large rocks, then continued to cruise at high speed across the long, open expanse of desert, his target clear in sight and ready for the taking...
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