Sydney made it through the forest and hid high up in a tree. Covered in mud to mask her scent, her rifle trained on the voices coming toward her. "Captain, to me now!" the commander roared into his comm. The captain, walking briskly to the commander's office in his casual wear a skirt and a tight fitting shirt. "Get your queen in waiting" she has escaped her room," he said with his hands to his head.
"Where? How" T'chr said sleepily. "Go to her get her back, Now" he shouted. Bright lights from a talon scan the area, large males in Gundam suits continuing to search for her on the ground. The captain followed her to a place where she rolled in mud and leaves. He lost her scent from there. Closing his eyes, he made a loud roar. The Gundam dressed warriors stopped. Sydney heard the male roar, her body released more scent. 'No, stop it damn it" she hissed as her body reacting to his sound. He tipped his head back and looked up. Sydney straddling a branch, naked, mud coated with her weapon pointed at him. "Come down, tiny horror, no one will hurt you," he said. Sydney took a precisely calculated shot by his foot. "Stop" he snapped at her fangs bared. "Take me back to the warehouse and leave me, you idiots do not get to lock me up and down" The tiny furred female yelled back. "That's not how any of this works," she said with a small growl, firing off another round hitting the tree near a Gundam male who was aiming a weapon at her. He jumped back. "I will give you exactly to the count of 5 to get your meat walls away from me, then you will take me to the warehouse." "If you do not, princess, I will shoot you for real this time" she snarled. Sydney flicked a switch on her rifle a red laser pointer aimed at his heart. The commander lumbering down to the river area noticed the red laser pointed at his son's vital organ. "Enough of this" he roared. "Get down" the commander snapped, looking up at the small female with ferocity in his eyes.
"Nope, 4, 3, 2," she counted down. "Stop it," T'chr yelled. "I agree, to your terms, Sydney of the Earth." "Commander call this off, I will take the tiny menace to her warehouse as she commands." The commander narrowed his gaze, "What are you doing?" "Do not give it anything" "I agreed... let me honor her with my words" he said. The commander barking orders at the metallic meat walls as they filed away from the forest back to the resort area. Sydney climbing down, she pointed the rifle at T'chr once she hit the ground. Gold eyes look right through her, walking toward her he held out his hand. "I agreed, they are gone," he said quietly. She un cocked the rifled and threw it over her shoulder. Walking toward him carefully, she took his hand. The electricity shot through her arm. He covered her with his body and walked her to the talon, they got in and he took off for the Hotel. "This is not the warehouse!" she snapped. The talon landed, Julie was waiting for her with a robe. The tall lanky captain sidling up to Sydney spoke softly into her ear. "Next time we meet, small wonder, I would like to have it be less… dangerous" the captain moved back smiling at her. Her stomach flipped her body betrayed her again. Moving his cheek next to her neck, he rumbled a soft growl. Sydney's body responded, by giving up her scent. Sydney side eyed him with an ornery look, growling at him ears back her tail twitching in irritation.
After a word beating from her fathers, Ham and Martin, Sydney returned to the warehouse. Back at the warehouse, Sydney woke up rough from lack of sleep, something bothering her to a point it made rest and comfort impossible. Sydney now more snappy and disagreeable than usual. Martin, came by to show Sydney a latent video from her sister Noelle. Martin pressed a button and a holo image of her sister Noelle appeared, clear as day only in miniature form. Noelle, tall sleek lithe with long silver-white straight hair, faint darker silver markings on her forehead and shoulders, her fur silver in color, eyes of clear teal. Noelle's ears are smaller with more defined tips than her sisters. She wore a gray suit that had sharp angles for a neckline. The audible gasp from the moms was noted as they saw their other little girl all grown up. "Good morning asshole," Noelle said with a slight lilt. Sydney raised her mug to the message and said "Good Morning butt head" The message continued. "Sydney If you see this, you are still an asshole, and we've sent an armored galactic taxi, full of Ra'kati males to bring you home." Without breaking stride, Sydney gulped down the coffee and flipped the holo Noelle off. "I programmed all your favorites, such as "fuck off", "off you fuck" and "coffee first" and my personal favorite, "don't touch my shit" Robin began howling with laughter, Julie joined in, with Harmony still remarking about how beautiful Noelle is now. Willie was agreeing with Harmony's assessment. Martin held the device toward Sydney as to allow the full message to be heard.
The twins are not polar opposites they are flat out incompatible. Between curls in her eyes, Sydney mouthed "fuck you". Another being came into focus. A mid-aged male, tall and slender like Noelle, with medium long white hair on the sides with gray stringy bangs which kept falling in his crystal blue eyes. He bore no markings and was dressed similarly to Noelle. Sydney sitting up straight her ears forward, eyes bright. "Heellow Sy d'ny" He pointed to his chest and said "Atuen" and smiled sideways. "Loove your" He looked back at Noelle for reassurance, which he got in the form of a nod. "This is our father" "See you soon Asshole!" Sydney sat stunned her mouth was partial open revealing her fangs, one ear was cocked back the other off to the side. "The fuck!?" Sydney stretched shook her head, then walked out of the kitchen area.
Sydney moved toward the coffee pot to pour another cup of joe because this was going to be a day. She could hear the males in her room. "Really, touching my shit already?" "fuck". She continued to her room. The skirmish of the first meeting with the Ra'kati ended poorly. Sydney is to remain at the warehouse and pack up her items as well as help the warehouse members to move out. The Ra'kati agreed to the arrangement but insisted the third talon claw remain as her guardians. Standing in a range between 6 to 7 feet tall where 3 Ra'kati warriors, males. Sydney leaned in the doorway, with one hand holding her Tigger coffee cup. She knew one was the pretty nice smelling captain. The male which made her insides feel warm, the one who could force her to release her thoughts of him in her underwear. The other two she had no idea who they might be, only that they came with the captain.
"Hi, can I help you," She said snapping her head upward in a haughty way. The captain took off his headgear with the push of a button, it sank into the nape of the flight suit. His golden eyes were piercing and unnervingly intense. Staring back with a dare in her eyes, Sydney made a small hmm noise. A scar on the left side ran from his temple to the bottom of his chin. Black straight thick hair with a strip of white on one side, framed his squarish face. The fur was short and tawny brown. Black eyeliner like features framed his eyes and ran down the side of his broad nose only to end at the end of the corners of his mouth. Sydney didn't remember him looking so good when she saw him before. She was unaware that she was blushing and taking the males' features all in slowly. He looked and smelled better than the last time she had laid eyes to him. Sydney's face felt hot her skin was tingling, she stared him down again, he did not waver. Unaware, Sydney made a small sigh when he said his name, her eyes shiny half-lidded blinking slowly at him. He bowed slightly and turned away to look at around her room. Picking up her Bowie knife, he inspected it closely, taking it out of its leather sheath. "Don't touch that" The captain looked confused at the tiny female, he arched his brows and cocked his head and said something guttural and the words on the screen popped "You use this?" "All the time, its special put it down and don't touch my shit" The captain gave her a sideways glance and a half smile and returned the blade to its original spot. The captain mused, that her sister is correct about the tiny female's lack of decorum. Small vibrations hit her stomach as he looked sideways at her again.
The others gave their names and repeated the same gestures. The tallest one introduced himself at Maa'lo, He is blonde, with cheetah spots and the same eyeliner effect of our cheetahs here on earth. Bright sepia colored eyes and calm tone, he was pretty too. The 7-foot slender male, called Maa'lo, pulled his ears back then bowed. He spoke in English. "We are here to bring you safely back to your home world and provide for your safety in your environment" "Thanks for the lift," she said in a teasing way. The third male Jor'eth is the smallest one of the three at 6-feet. His jade green eyes with sleek black fur made him the prettiest one of the three.
Jo'eth is just beautiful, as in so beautiful it hurt, but he did not cause the physical reaction like the other two males did. Jor'eth spoke human very well. "We have brought you the things" He pointed to a black box made of some metal plastic. Click went a button on the side, "Pop" the box opened up into a table with all the items neatly arranged. "Thanks" Sydney walked over to the table/box and started touching some of the items. There in the pile of fabric folded nicely, a long robe, no dress? She threw it on the ground. The captain and co-captain, wrinkled their noses at the action. Some items clearly underwear. Picking up a tubular band she looked at the smallest warrior with an ear back and a look of what is this? Two of the three males looked away. The smallest one Jor'eth motioned with his hands around his chest. Sydney picked it up, looked at it and at her breast which are large, snickered then tossed the garment aside... The captain shifted to avoid the female item issue and busied himself with assessing her room. He took intensive notice of the female. It wasn't her blinding beauty, that drew his attention, that is not something he thought she had. Something about her forced his attention her way. It was unavoidable at this point for him. He did not eat or sleep well from that day on.