It's a little overwhelming when someone dies and one is left with their living-leftovers. One is rarely able to have their appropriate grieving time. Unless, of course one is shoved in a cage immediately afterword. That usually does the trick.
Jade did not have time to be scared. She had just enough time to understand what was happening. Human fur traders. Goddamnit, why'd it have to be human fucking fur traders?! On top of that, why did they have to drug her? She was just going to use her shrine maiden powers to kick their asses, why they gotta hate on that? Shaking her head, jade felt her cage being lifted and was immediately out again.
When Jade came to, she was laying in someone's lap. She barely registered this, but they were warm. She didn't move for a while, and heard a small, older voice, giving a lecture.
"Son, the cat can't stay here!" it said.
"Father, they were gonna…." The other one couldn't finish his sentence.
"And why didn't you stop him, Baskerville?"
"My job is to back him up. That's it. What he does with what we save is completely on his own. Not a thing I can do there," Jade looked up to find a black, six-eyed dog sitting next to a red man with sawn-off horns.
"Hey, kitty-kitty," the red demon said as he scratched her behind the ears. "You ok, girl?"
"I can understand you," she groaned. "And I'm fine, just a little groggy. They drugged me."
"Good! You can speak! You can help me remind my son that he isn't supposed to bring home strays!"
"Who are you calling a stray!?" Jade's claws were out.
"Besides, what would you call the dog?" Big Red's stone right hand gestured toward Baskerville.
"I am not a stray!" the dog growled.
"Quiet!" at the old man's insistence, there was silence. "Now. Miss. I am Professor Trevor Bruttenholm. This is my son, Hellboy, and our associate Baskerville. We are a section of the American government that helps manage the existence of non-human peoples that frankly are quite a bit older than ourselves."
"Americans couldn't handle it if they found out," Hellboy interrupted.
"Is that your planet's name?" Jade asked.
"Planet? That's just the country," that was Baskerville.
"What's a country?" They all looked at her.
"Our people have divided the land into different regions that have their own governments so that the people are easier to manage," Professor Bruttenholm explained.
"Oh. Whatever works, I mean…." She trailed off, letting the professor finish.
"We would be glad to help you get home, Miss."
"Jade. Jade Furlong. Or Priestess works, since we're all so professional," she tried to sit up and waivered a little. Hellboy caught her.
"You're your people's spiritual leader?" he asked.
"One of them, yeah. I'm a shrine maiden to the Dark Gods," the professor narrowed his eyes at her. "Well someone's gotta do it, right? My brother and I were born at just the right time, and he never took an interest in the Arts so I might as well. Dreamtime Temple's always looking for new initiates. And I get to work with a side of deity that furs don't really see that often."
"I would like to try and get you home, Miss Furlong," Jade laughed a little.
"Good luck. The humans that took me have been illegally trading furs from my planet for years. It's hard for the Empire to keep them out, and hold their civil war with the Rebellion. And the Rebellion hasn't got the manpower to do it. So we're kind of stuck. Lord Vader's doing the best he can with what he has. It's not like Palpatine gives a shit," she covered her mouth as she caught what she said. "I'm sorry!"
"You mean that's not a story!? Luke Skywalker's real?" Hellboy took her by the shoulders.
"Who's Luke Skywalker?" Jade tried to fight him off.
"Only the best star pilot in the galaxy! Blew up the deathstar!"
"Um…..nope."
"Lucas is probably just like Stoker, taking a bunch of people from a place he doesn't know and telling a story with them. That douche was going to pay me!"
"Language!" Hellboy looked a little sheepish. "Now, Baskerville, if you would help the young lady settle in."
"Oh, why's it gotta be me stuck with the kitten? She doesn't even look a day over thirteen!" the professor gave him a look and the dog flicked his ear. "Fine," he looked at Jade. "Can you walk?"
"Probably. I'm not dizzy anymore."
"You're still leaning on me, kit," Hellboy moved to see if she could even sit on her own. She swayed. Baskerville picked her up, which made her squeal a bit.
"If you drop me….!"
"Relax! I'm not going to drop you. You aren't that heavy."
"This is why I'm not a cheerleader…." He began to carry her off.
"Hey, I helped save you. I could have eaten you."
"If you're gonna keep threatening me, you can put me the hell down!"
They could hear Hellboy call back: "If you eat that cat, I'll have your head!"
There was a spare room in the living quarters. Baskerville carried her upstairs and very briskly put her to bed, telling her:
"Go to sleep. The drugs'll wear off and you'll be fine."