The Hunt
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It took Predator weeks to make Jackob recover from the destruction of both the city he was ruling over, and of his main stockhouse, where he kept some of the most valuable stuff he had stolen during his time in that new era, and with those new rules. The Symbiote had been quick enough, as soon as he got shot in the chest, to start mending the wound to make so that he would not die due to the bleeding, taking over his body while he was covering behind a huge pile of metal boxes. And it hurted, it hurted just so good, that Jackob could not start wondering who the fuck was that woman, that got in the way of his negotiation.
He had clearly requested one of the high members of the ORNA to come in to take the members of the ship he had took, to sell them back to the ORNA itself but things did not went as he had expected. And so now he was recovering in one of his secret strongholds located in a nearby planet, easily reachable by an Alien Symbiote taking over his body and litterally slaughtering the members of a cargo ship directed there, using said people as fuel to heal Jackob.
It had passed a month, before the man could finally be able to stand on his own feet and actually start planning on his vengance. First of all, he started gathering infos on who that woman was, what rank she held among the military and, most of all, where he could had found her. When finally all those infos had been gathered, both Jackob and Predator, the Symbiote that lived with him, took their time, organizing a strategy to capture her.
“Let me do it, Jackob. It is easier this way, trust me...I’ll sneak into the ship, and then, there, I’ll simply hunt her down like the small bug she is, and give her what she deserve...”
“No...I want to the one to place a bullet in her head, as soon as possible!”
Predator laughed at Jackob’s intention, and stopped them from moving forward. In that month of time that he had been healing his body, he took some liberties in making so that he could control it even more easily, for than simply leaching out as a head, that grinned to his partner, and smirked, as he spoke again.
“No, Jackob. You’re way of working is...bad...for our business. We’ve lost an entire group of bonded militaries. The Klyntar’s I’ve attatched to them died when they got rescued.
Now. It’s time for me to take the charge.”
And, after he sentenced that, he quickly took over his body, turning into his more common form. A tall humanoid, with grey and gooy skin, yellow eyes and long red claws. As Predator took over, he shattered the light’s in the room they were, getting out of the main hall of the place, jumping into the streets and using his natural camouflage to start roaming the city.
After he reached the spaceport, it took it no time to find a spacecraft that would had lead them into the target territory. And, using Jackob’s voice, he simply sent a distress call, knowing that the military would had come in rather easily to catch them.
“Here speaks Jackob LaChance, survivor of the Lost Dice. My ship is broken and I cannot proceed any further, I am in need of assistance to get to the nearby space port, in order to repay my ship. If anyone can hear this, my coordinates are the following, please, be quick. I’m running out of edible food too.”
As he sent the message, he attatched the coordinates of his location, while damaging the ship in order to make his bait look like it was damaged, and sat, waiting for his prey to come in and take such bait. Then, the hunt will begin.
