He could have stopped, and certainly a large part of him wanted to, but Uldren had his pride. It was foolish as hell to split up, but as long as he stayed close enough to protect the idiot, it shouldn't be that dangerous. It wasn't going to be fun, but he could manage. Uldren sighed and continued on his way, quickly vanishing from sight. Sticking close without being noticed was really going to suck.
A few minutes later found Uldren wedging himself into a suitable tree, a good view of Mac on his right. No one was likely to notice him up that high, and he'd positioned himself in a way that falling wasn't possible. It was going to be windy, cold and probably wet, but few animals were likely to try and climb up after him. He wouldn't have food of course, but he could survive well enough for a while. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gone hungry on a job after all.
Uldren settled back against the trunk with a soft sigh, already missing the warmth and company of the man arguing with his cube. His eyes narrowed with worry and frustration. What the hell was he going to do? Fighting with Mac was only going to get them both killed, and if thy were staying still, they'd never get home! But at the same time, he knew he was right dammit! It was utterly foolish to go chasing after hostile natives, even if those natives were armed with primitive weapons. Any injury could be fatal with no way to treat it! And what did the ass want to do? Mac wanted to go racing after a fictional race of beings that were said to have powers beyond human comprehension.
Where was the sense in that!?
He huffed again and huddled in a little closer on himself, wishing he was down on the ground and wrapped up with Mac. Uldren scowled at his thoughts, annoyed at his own growing softness. They were both being foolish as hell, splitting up and fighting in a god damned unknown world. He'd give just about anything to be home, but he wanted Mac to learn a lesson before they left. The man couldn't just run around acting like a giant child for the rest of his life!
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A few minutes later found Uldren wedging himself into a suitable tree, a good view of Mac on his right. No one was likely to notice him up that high, and he'd positioned himself in a way that falling wasn't possible. It was going to be windy, cold and probably wet, but few animals were likely to try and climb up after him. He wouldn't have food of course, but he could survive well enough for a while. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gone hungry on a job after all.
Uldren settled back against the trunk with a soft sigh, already missing the warmth and company of the man arguing with his cube. His eyes narrowed with worry and frustration. What the hell was he going to do? Fighting with Mac was only going to get them both killed, and if thy were staying still, they'd never get home! But at the same time, he knew he was right dammit! It was utterly foolish to go chasing after hostile natives, even if those natives were armed with primitive weapons. Any injury could be fatal with no way to treat it! And what did the ass want to do? Mac wanted to go racing after a fictional race of beings that were said to have powers beyond human comprehension.
Where was the sense in that!?
He huffed again and huddled in a little closer on himself, wishing he was down on the ground and wrapped up with Mac. Uldren scowled at his thoughts, annoyed at his own growing softness. They were both being foolish as hell, splitting up and fighting in a god damned unknown world. He'd give just about anything to be home, but he wanted Mac to learn a lesson before they left. The man couldn't just run around acting like a giant child for the rest of his life!
"God damned idiot!"