Before I head to work the night shift, here's a small part of what I'm editing for "Out There: The 1k - part 2"
Jeina closed her eyes to a tension-filled breath. She could feel the dissonant presence of Vitiate Scarin on board - a pressure on her head, an abrasive nail-imbedded brush scraping against her source. He didn’t bother masking his presence at all. He felt no need. In fact, he relied on it. Any altaran-humans in his vicinity would instantly be attacked by an almost uncontrollable urge to run. He would sense that disturbance of fear - a specific ‘scent’ exuded by an altaran’s panicking living source - and use it to hunt them down.
Anyone else would feel as though they were being lowered into the cage of a dangerous predator.
They wouldn’t be wrong.
She focused on strengthening the mask around her own presence to give the others a chance. If he had even the smallest inkling of her involvement, the children would be captured, the adults killed, and the last hope for the galaxy would perish.
If he didn’t focus his attention on sensing the presence of altarans in a given area, they could slip by unnoticed.
She prayed to the Light that they would find their way home without crossing his path.
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