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The first thing she noticed was the heat. An oppressive, muggy, stifling, energy-sapping warmthness that left a person sweating from pores she didn't even know she had. Even with her Academy uniform on -- a uniform designed to provide comfort and protection in almost any environment to be found on Earth -- she was still perspiring like a boar being led to the slaughter.

"Move faster you should, or left behind by Serin we will," complained the Tellarite behind her. Sure, Tellarites could tough it out, and Vulcan's grew up on one of the hotter planets in the Universe (although if you asked her, Serin wasn't his usual crisp self in this environment), but there was nothing on Betazed to compare to *this*.

"I'm moving as fast as I can in this gunk," replied Cadet Krystal to her Tellarite companion, Cadet Gonar. In truth, the dense underbrush that clung to her uniform and refused to let go, the soggy ground the her feet kept sinking six inches into, making every step an agonizing effort for her abused calf muscles, the buzz and pinpricks of a hundred little flying insects that formed personal clouds about each of the trio, all that combined with the Hades-like atmosphere were making this little jaunt something just short of the worst experience in her young life.

"Cursed I be, be on same squad as you, most unfortunate," retorted Gonar as he pushed Krystal to try to get her to move a bit faster. Unfortunately he caught her off-balance, which only caused her to fall down face first into the muck. Unfortunate, or perhaps this is what he had intended all along thought Krystal as she pushed herself up, mad a Rigellian Rhinoceros and ready to plant one on her squadmate.
Cadet Serin took that opportunity to interrupt by placing his hand on Krystal's should in the way that meant "be quiet". Krys immediately drew her phaser and scanned the jungle, as Gonar scanned the other side with his phaser. Krystal finally noticed that the entire jungle -- which up until then had been filled with a cacophony of chirps, whistles, groans, and a multitude of other soundlets, so much so that her mind had just shut it off from her conscious thoughts -- seemed to have gone silent.

That deathly silence was like a icy blanket, and it had a chilling effect on the three cadets. Serin cocked his head, intently listening for *anything*, vainly trying to pierce the sudden silence that had come over the jungle. Gonar grunted under his breath, the sort of thing you do when you're too startled to swear properly. Krystal kept looking around, trying to spot whatever was dangerous enough to quiet a jungle of sounds.

And then she saw it. Two green eyes, with slitted pupils, staring unblinkingly at her from the brush. Krystal noted the two long fangs, hanging below the eyes, each the size of a Kry'th Blade. And then it was coming at her, it's fearsome four legged body a marvel of supple hide and steely muscle. Before she had a chance to raise her phaser, or cry out in warning, it was on top of her.

The impact knocked her to the ground, knocking the breath out of her. Serin, belying his cool Vulcan composure, jumped on the thing and tried to Vulcan Nerve Pinch it while Gonar shouted a warning to Serin, as he couldn't fire his phaser with Serin in the way. Krystal inexplicably found that she couldn't make her body do anything, as she watched the hunter rip into Gonar, cutting a bloody swath through his uniform.
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