[hr][hr][center][h1][color=seagreen]Talen-Jei[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]
Company...Talen-Jei had been alone since he abandoned his sordid past on Kashyyk, choosing to never hire a crew or take on any followers of his own. Perhaps he felt it was what he deserved for the blood that stained his hands still. The quest that laid before him was an insurmountable one. The points he earned with each kill, the honor and glory that rarer and rarer trophies would bring him; he would give all of it up, forfeit his life and receive no salvation for it, if only to ease his soul its burden. 

In youth, Talen-Jei had seen the renowned Trandoshan slavers, bearing Ryyk blades and Wookiee pelts as badges of honor, telling tales of glorious slaughter, turning fellow hunters into prey. It was cause for celebration and mock ritual, memorializing Wookiee scalps and belongings, racking up months or even years worth of points for only a few pelts. But his father would have no part of it. 

To hunt a creature that could think and feel for itself, see beyond instinct, that was murder in Deekus' eyes - a heinous perversion of the sacred art. To hunt was to test strength, skill, and cunning against worthy prey on an even field. But for a hunter to hunt another hunter. There had to be malice there; anger and hatred that honored only the surviving hunter - not the Scorekeeper. 

Coming out of his own mind, Talen-Jei looked upon the Old Priest and the Mandalorian once more, an eerie, appraising look in his eyes seemed to be present at all times, as if he were studying the two of them the way a wild beast sizes up competition. Obvious strengths, weaknesses, notable features. The Hunt ceased not. 

"Hmm. Scorekeeper has gifted worthy Hunters before. A sign, perhaps." He replied, with a tone seeming neither here-nor-there on the matter. He was not used to traveling with another, and the idea intrigued him as much as it repelled him. 

Before he could give a more concrete reply, the trio were interrupted by the introduction of another, a Miraluka, garbed in pilgrim's robes and bandages. Deekus had told Talen-Jei before of the Miraluka, mysterious near-Humans all intrinsically connected to the Force, relying on it simply to see. 

The blind one spoke to Talen-Jei directly, addressing him as a 'Lost Hunter.' Uncertain of the purpose of this apparent reading or the necessity behind it, the Hunter merely took a practical approach, looking up at the Miraluka directly. "Blind one is not cautious, too trusting. Empire hunts eyeless Humans, predators all over. Mask your scent." Talen-Jei growled, eyes narrowing at the Miraluka, that same appraising gaze pinpointing a weakness, a soft spot.