“If there’s one thing hunting taught me it’s that desert animals are smart. They know when to run, when to hide and how to work with the terrain. You won’t have much luck bagging them with the sun in your eyes or the wind on your back, and one small lapse on your part can put hours of hard work to waste. I had to learn all this, and more, so my kinsfolk wouldn’t starve.
I thought I’d gotten pretty good, but the Alliance caught me out while I was bringing home a kill and thinking the flies were the worst of my woes. Next thing I’m in a holding cell while they’re preaching liberty and service to a greater cause. My kinsfolk will be fed, of course, but only if I stay in line.
I still wear the same old rags, but now I’m hunting different game. To start with, Veyon officers didn’t have the desert smarts; I could tell them from their men, what with their badges and mikes and all. Bagged plenty, but they’ve since wised up, and things are getting hot out there. Still, a single well-placed round beats a hundred more that miss…”
- Taipan Tess, Alliance sniper