[4thdimension]

Trox held the atmospheric manipulator at eye level, watching as the bulkhead and bridge door blurred in the heat ahead of him. Waves of super heated air radiated out of the tip of the manipulator, sweat dripped from the young Hirogen's brow. He shifted his weight, watching with nervous trepidation for the golden flowing being, the changeling who'd killed his entire troop.

Perhaps the heat would cause the demon to melt, Trox thought with joyful anticipation. Irregardless, Trox knew what it would do to the human. A few more minutes and the room ahead would begin to melt around it, the plastic control panels would boil, the metal would creak, and the humans flesh would be reduced to cinders.

The forcefields on either side of the manipulator trapped the heat in, hugging the bulkhead to either side. The forcefields constant electrostatic sizzling made Trox feel ill at ease and the heat distortion made it difficult to watch for the changeling. Sweat stung his eyes as the ambient heat in the corridor behind the forcefield rose slowely despite it. Yet the Hirogen knew that what was a small discomfort to him, would feel like the jaws of death to the human. Trox imagined they prey's flesh cooking in the oven he'd created. Perhaps he would be made Alpha of his own troop for this.