A loud crash woke Nazarek from his brief respite. "What in K'vala's name?", he asked as he was jolted back into consciousness. The sound seemed to have come from below. He looked out the nearby window, expecting to see a dreadnought, or worse, but what he saw immediately brightened his disposition. 'Ah! The human!", he shouted with joy, betraying his people's fondness for an appearance of apathy. His good mood was quickly interrupted by a diving hunter going straight for the human. "Oh no you don't, you bastard... I've been following this one for way too log to lose him now...", he said, as he took aim with his weapon. He took a breath, and held it in. He squeezed the trigger... "Beam emitter diagnostic in progress. Please wait for diagnostic cycle to complete.", the weapon spoke. "Gah! Damn these regenerators!", he yelled out in rage. Chief among the problem with these weapons, was their need for constant maintenance, recharging, diagnostics, and re-calibrations. They were unreliable compared to conventional beam weapons. Nazarek stood up, and looked through the window. "Damn... That's a hell of a drop even for me... If I miss...", he thought, but there really was no choice. He put his weapon on his back, and took a deep breath before kicking out the window and jumping through it. He quickly plummeted from the heights of the building, tucking in his arms to minimize air resistance, he quickly reached terminal velocity. He watched in horror as the hunter closed in on the as of yet unaware human. This was cutting it close. Just a few feet away from the human, he managed to catch up to his prey. With a resounding thud, he slammed down on the creature, driving it into the ground. The wounded creature turned its head, still alive. Still capable of that damned scream. But not for long. Nazarek raised his fist high into the air, and came down hard, bashing the creature's skull into the pavement. He did this again a few times, until finally the pavement beneath began to crack, and the beast finally stopped struggling.

Nazarek got to his feet, breathing heavily. He turned to face the human, and in perfect Polish, spoke, "You alright, primitive?"