VE'GLEK,tatto. The only human skull that ever came on board this ship with the body and face still attached. A warrior now she fears nothing and no one, and thats the way it should be for any good warrior. Respect however is something that comes with rank on this ship. And the youths respect for her came at an even higher price. It didnt matter that she was higher in the logical pecking order, all she was in there eyes was the lesser sex of a lesser specise in a place were she does not belong. One individual in perticular jerked her nerves to there limits, Ocd'gahe. So she did as her mid ranking position granted, she swiftly ripped the young ones lower right mandible clean off. The leader watched this happen but did nothing. The young one never even guessed that one was comming. As Ocd'gahe cluched his face (witch was now spraying phosporus green blood everywere) Ve, glek delivered a ribb cracking kick to his chest knocking him onto the floor. The leader continued to watch in intrest as she circled him, Speaking in perfect Yautjan " Mo tarei'hasan... mo ooman...". Ocd'gahe gaged on his own blood as she raised her Hand mandible still in it into the air, turned to the rest of the unblooded and said clearly " Any one else who speaks such words of me will recive the same treatment!". Ocd'gahe had said " Ooman tarei'hasan vek glek" and added a peticular yautjan derogitory phrase for a female. The closest english translation is ( Ve'glek your an unworthy human cunt) But her words had been by far bolder " Mo tarei'hasan... mo ooman..." (Not unworthy... no humman ...). /"i hate my birth race! and i left it! why should i still be labled as a part of it damn it?!!"/ she thought to her self. She then turned to find that Karre'cg had held back the the other blooded. If he haddnt they surely would have ripped her skull for her a pathitic oomans audasity to touch an individual of their vastly superior race in any such manner, even though if the youth had said such things to their faces they may have even killed him. But Karre'cg held them back! why would he do that?... why would he? these thoughts rolled over and over in her head as she stared.

Karre'ge's POV:
KARRE'GE A leader, Although little of his job consists of leading, the bulk of it is watching and yelling.
He knew confrontation was starting to stir. Its becomes a 6st seance eventully. His gaze fell on Ve'glek.
As she passed a group of gangly unblooded younglings the one on the far left barked somthing at her, made a few obceane jestgers with his hand as he spoke. She imediatly turned to face him. her oun face heated up in rage. Then she Did something remarkable, tore that mandible right off. He couldnt say he would have done the same considering that would never have happened to him. The other blooded hurred to intervine. No, he turned and signaled for them to stop...they did. He wanted to see the outcome. By the time his focus returned to Ve'glek Ocd'gahe was on the floor curled in a fetal position bleeding. Her words though, they were her blade. Karr'ge stared in disbeleaf as she renownced herself from her own race.

Ve'gleks gaze returned to Ocd'gahe who still had not gotten up... " Get on your feet Ocd'gahe, ... and go clean up your face"she said. And he hurredly went and did so never taking his eye's off Ve'glek as he left the training room. Ve'glek looked around... all eyes were on her.
She turned to the group of younglings Ocd'gahe was talking with. "this little meeting is over. get back to work." she said firmly. She had been instructing them today. but her job was over for now, all that was left was for them to practice. So she left to attend to her main job on this gigantic ship... to repair machainical and illectronic equipment, and most of all the visitors smaller ships if they had sustaned damage of somesort during hunts where the ship had to land and remain there for some short piriod of time spaning over a few days. There was one ship on the way here, one of the other blooded had informed her earlier that day. This ship is sort like a repair and recuperation station. Often there are five or six ships on her plate for her to repair at a time.. but lately work had been slow. this would be the first visitor in three weeks. She just sorta fell into this job. The blooded yautja who used to take care of this died during a hunt. And Ve'glek seemed to have a talent for this sort of work so who do you think the asignment fell to?

Ve'glek walked down the dimly lit main entry hall... She came to a large door with many alien inscriptions on it... She had been liveing, working and hunting with the warriors for nearly 4 years now, So she knew the writeing and langauge well... The insriptions on the door basicly said "If ally we welcome thee if foe we shall smite thee.
There was a key pad next to the door with dotted simbols on each button. Ve'glek punched in the code and the door opened. She walked in. This was a room to wait in untill the smaller ships are landed and parked in the VERY large holding platform. This pla ce for holding ships made up two thirds of her ships over all size.. The siren went off. She walked to a screen to her left on wall of the room... A small but well detailed picture formed on the oval screen. It was a 3D image of a small lander/take off ship... It was a cheap out of date thing... probebly 100 years old. She touched the screen where the picture was.. the image rotated and displayed all the damage and work it needed. This would not take her but 6 or 7 hours. This was obviosly the visitor she had been informed of.
The image flashed. She tapped the image with he index finger. The screen cleared for a moment and then a torrent of yautja symbol text appeared requesting entry. She tapped a button next to the screen and spoke into what looked like dime sized black dots on the wall, in truth they were a mic system. Then she tapped a few more buttons and her words became text on the screen and were instantly sent. she didn't sent it in a voice form because she didn't want the yautja inside to know she was an Ooman... That would just complicate things. So it would only be divulged when they saw her and realized what she was. It was just better that way. not to even mention that you were an Ooman. Often times hunters wouldn't want her to repair there ships because of racial animosity or prejudice. But as she often said "Its either me, or your going to have to go to the next place and im pretty sure it at least 1,000,000,000,076,896,547,619 mega noks away" Which basically in laymen's terms means either I repair it or your probably not going to make it to the next place.
She tapped the screen twice and stood at the door of the Of the holding platform to wait for the small ship to pretty much park inside. Was still blood on her hand from that little bout in the Kehrite with Ocd'gahe. She diddnt care... she could just wash her hands later. right now she had work to do.
The large door opened and she went in side. The yuatja was already out of his ship himself.

"You staying here long?" She asked as she walked in.

The yautja turned to the Strongly accented voice, he was shocked at what he saw... an Ooman, a marked Ooman With woven hair and wearing armor like a warrior.
He started to unshelth his blade but found that all it was doing was examaning his ship..