Kahjo wiped her sweat-filled brow. The blazing sun, the heat and the humidity of the unknown planet she now found herself on were going to kill her within the next thirty hours if she didn't find a drinkable source of water. She might even have less time given that she had lost quite a bit of blood from her injury. The wound was cauterised and sealed now, but her body need rest to replenish the nutrients and ions it had lost. Furthermore, even if the notorious thief's body didn't give out, her wound and blood-soaked clothes could very well be attracting hungry predators from far and wide. Kahjo didn't like the odds that were piling up against her survival, but with no other choice, she trudged on through the desert towards the mountain peak that had only just come into view.

Kahjo paused, looking at the summit in the distance. She was hoping that there was a different landscape on the other side of the mountain, but even if there wasn't, she would be able to get a good idea of the lay of the land from the top of it and thus plan what her next move would be. There was a sickly feeling that made the hairs on the back of Kahjo's hair stand on end that had been with her for the past couple of hours now. She was been stalked, she knew that. She doubted whatever the creature was would make its move before the going down of the sun. No, it would wake until nightfall and then strike, attacking her when she was most vulnerable.

Looking back at the mountain, Kahjo knew there was no way she could reach it before nightfall. She had her equipment to defend herself - goggles, explosives, taser - but no real weaponry like a heavy duty gun. Not been used to confrontations as a thief, Kahjo didn't carry such things. Moreover, she preferred to travel light - it made for a quicker and more efficient escape. However, given that she had suddenly become the prey in a deadly hunting game, Kahjo was seriously rethinking her aversion to guns. 

Kahjo filled her goggles down, to try and get an idea of just how many mysterious creatures were following her. They were stealthy and had she not been the same, she would have never known she were being followed. The technology in her googles picked up several heat signatures from trails, but not much else. Whatever the creatures were, Kahjo's goggles weren't picking up their data. Kahjo cursed and gripped her messenger-style bag filled with her chemical weapons a little bit tighter before setting off again.