Urudal loved the chase, the thrill of the weapons fire.  The hunt excited him on a deep instinctual level.  His race of people loved to hunt and loved nature.  Not many of them actually left plants to spend time in space, but when they did they were almost always some sort of hunter.<br/><br/>Urudal’s tracking device was set with two transmitters.  One was set up to transmit at all times and the other was set to fail if tampered with.  The frequencies blended together when both were active, but as soon as one stopped the message changed.  Urudal knew that it had been removed and where it had last transmitted from.  He would go there and restock on supplies and fuel as welll.<br/><br/>He asked on about what people saw but of course no one was willing to say too much about anything.  It’s not how these types of markets worked.   Back on the hunt he went.<br/><br/>He was once again able to track down the Sidriel, but this time he wasn’t going to play nice.   He decloaked and sent a shot aimed right at the weapons system on Ilion’s ship, no doubt startling the young man.  Unfortunately he was not as successful as he had hoped it only brought the Sidriel’s weapons down by half.<br/><br/>The return fire was just as damaging to him but it also took out his communications.   They prey once again tried to flee, but Urudal’s shots were pinpointed and had purpose rather than their wild roulette.  He took aim and let loose a cannon aimed directly at the ships propulsion.<br/><br/>Sitting still and aiming cost him for the return fire ripped through his weapons system and brought it down.   He slammed his fist down on the console as a litany of profanity spilled from his mouth.  He punched another console sending sparks flying. It didn’t matter though.  He no longer needed his com unit anyway....<br/><br/>Urudal quickly got his shields up and sent the extra power to them and went after the other as He watched the Sidriel limp along. It seemed they were sort of at an impasse for the moment.  He couldn’t speak or fire and Ilion couldn’t out run him again.<br/><br/>They were coming up on that neutral zone again and there was some debris to wind their way through, but they were both amazing pilots and had managed to get through it. Ilion took a few opportune shots at the smaller ship while it was still in the field.  It sent a huge space rock into the side of the ship and air hissed free until he could lock down that section.  Fuck.   Life support was failing and it seemed that Ilion was going to win this round.<br/><br/>He thought about landing but he would be stuck for a good long while without Coms.   So he thought he would stick it to the Lion, literally.<br/><br/>Urudal’s fingers slid over the console remaining and set a crash course... for the Sidriel.   His slender and pointed ship slammed into the side of the White Lion’s ship.  The front two spikes sliced into the metal and lodged itself quite firmly into the other ship.<br/><br/>“You are going down with me.” He spat even though the other couldn’t hear it.