"Have any more brilliant plans?" Angela snarled. "That last one was a doozy."
"Are you done picking on me yet?" Suzanna asked. "I mean you aren't helping."
"I told you before, there is no helping in this situation." Angela said. "Haven't you figured that out yet?"
"Listen, if we are going to get out alive we need your help." Suzanna said. "You need to swallow your pride."
"Listen you, I'm getting sick of your mouth." Angela snapped.
Suzanna couldn't believe what she was hearing, Angela was giving up on trying to escape. Sighing to herself she sat herself on the bed and thought to herself what they were going to do. Obviously Angela wasn't going to be any help, so Dutch and Micahel would need to escape. Grunting, she stood up and walked towards the door, once there she started pushing it. It, of course, didn't budge.
"Oh my goodness." Angela exclaimed. "Miss. muscles."
"Okay, that is enough." Suzanna said. "Hey you are stronger than me."
"Yeah so." Angela said.
"Help me push the door." Suzanna ordered.
"So I am now the one you order around huh." Angela said.
Placing her hands on the door, Angela took a mighty breath and heaved. The door budged just enough so that some light could be seen. Taking another deep breath, Angela and Suzanna tried again and had better success. The door was now half open, so Suzanna slipped out. Angela slipped slowly behind her, and looked around. The corridor was empty.
"Now lets find the jail cells." Angela said.
"That's the spirit." Suzanna sighed. "Glad you are back."
"It's good to be back." Angela snarled. "Lets go."
They ran side by side down the corridor and into the hallways beyond. Turning a corner, they ran smack into Paeot'bi. Paeot'bi snarled and swiped his hand out at Angela's face, Angela ducked just in time. Racing around him, they reached the end of the hall and started desending the stairs down to the jail cells. Paeot'bi's roar was heard, it only made them go faster.
Sitting in the cell, Dutch clearly heard the roar of anger from above. Michael was sleeping, but luckily not heavily. He jumped up and and looked around fearfully. Another roar was heard, and it was closer than the first. There was a sound of banging, and they both walked towards it. Looking through the one small window, they saw Angela. Angela was pounding her way into the cell, the door denting so much that Michael was able to slip out. With Dutch's help, Angela pulled the door out of its hinges and he was free.
"How did you do that?" Michael exclaimed.
"I'm a hybrid." Angela said. "I have superior strength."
"I can get use to this." Dutch sighed.
"Lets get out of here." Suzanna pleaded. "Peaot'bi is going to be rounding that corner in a few minutes."
"Whose Paeot'bi?" Dutch asked.
"My brother." Angela said.
Racing out from the bottum of the ship, they ran smack into Paeot'bi and Gareto'me. Gareto'me swiped at Angela and Angela ducked just in time. Dutch grabbed Paeot'bi and twisted his hands behind his back. Paeot'bi roared in pain, Angela ran towards them and kicked Paeot'bi down. Both Gareto'me and Paeot'bi were lying in pools of blood, but they were still breathing.
"Whose he?" Suzanna asked. "Another of your brothers?"
"Yes, his name is Gareto'me." Angela said.
"They sure do have strange names." Dutch sighed.
"Gareto'me means strongly massive." Angela said. "And Paeot'bi means courageous soul."
Dutch and Michael carried Gareto'me into an open cell, Angela and Suzanna dragged Paeot'bi into the cell right behind them. They locked them in, and set off on the route that they were going before they encountered the two brothers. They ran up the stairs and into the cafeteria for the second time, they stopped before they ran into the meeting hall though. Yolit'ger was sitting in a chair, surrounded by his children.
"Ant'egi, you are a good girl." Yolit'ger said.
"Thank you father." Ant'egi exclaimed.
"Where's Paeot'bi and Gareto'me?" Faunt'ja asked.
"I sent them to feed the prisoners." Yolit'ger said.
"Should I go held them father?" Yobis'co asked.
"No, they can take care of it." Yolit'ger said. "They are big boys now."
"Yes father." Yobis'co sighed.
Ant'egi was sitting between Yolit'ger's legs, her hands gently going up and down massaging him. His other daughters sat around him, some were messing around with his dreadlocks while the others touched his chest. His sons were sitting on the other side of the room, playing games that looked oddly like chess and checkers. Angela was looking from Yobis'co to Ant'egi. They both were young, probably only sixteen years old.
"Why is she rubbing him like that?" Suzanna asked. "That is so nasty."
"Imagine a lion's pride." Angela said. "This is exactly like one."
"So they are acting like lions." Suzanna sighed. "Wait, I thought males were suppost to leave the pride when they matured."
"No, this is somewhat different." Angela said. "Males stick with their fathers, same as the females."
"How many females does this guy have?" Dutch asked. "It must be a lot."
"It is, I think my father has a number of females." Angela said. "I think he has fifty."
"He's got a sex life." Michael said. "Wait how do you know this?"
"I read up on him." Angela said.
There was a deafening roar from below and they all jumped, Paeot'bi and Gareto'me were awake and were asking for help. Yolit'ger sat up straight, Ant'egi moved away and sat herself beside him. He started towards them but stopped when he heard Yobis'co growl. Turning slowly, he looked at his young son with wild eyes. Michael, Dutch, Suzanna and Angela could tell that the youngster was in trouble.
"What is the problem now?" Yobis'co growled. "You'd think your oldest sons..."
"Yobis'co, quiet yourself." Yolit'ger hissed. "No more."
"Help, help us." Paeot'bi screamed.
"We're locked inside a cell." Gareto'me screamed.
"Yobis'co, you and Colis'nao go help Paeot'bi and Gareto'me." Yolit'ger sighed.
Angela stiffened, two of her brothers were walking right towards them and they didn't have a chance to back away and hide. Colis'nao was a tall male Yautja with copper coloured scaly skin and yellow eyes. His dreadlocks were blond and he had a muscular chest and arms. He was slender in his waist. Yobis'co looked like a shrimp, he was short and had equally short red dreadlocks. His eyes were orange. Michael pulled her to the right and flattened her to the wall. Yobis'co and Colis'nao walked past them without seeing or hearing them breathing.
"Thanks, I owe ya." Angela sighed.
"I think we need to move." Suzanna said.
"Where to?" Dutch asked. "They have the only escape blocked."
"That big male sure does love his children." Michael said.
"Which can give us an advantage." Angela said.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked.
"You still have your gun right?" Angela asked.
"Yes, and so does Dutch." Michael said.
"Give me one, and some ammo." Angela said. "We'll injure one of the youngsters."
"That isn't a good plan, here comes Paeot'bi and Gareto'me." Dutch sighed.
Paeot'bi and Gareto'me ran into the meeting hall followed closely by Yobis'co and Colis'nao. Yolit'ger sat himself down in his chair and looked up at his two sons with glazed eyes. Paeot'bi was bleeding badly on his arm, Dutch had punctured his elbow with his knife and it was pouring blood all over the place. It looked to be very painful. Gareto'me was bleeding badly on his head, a large gash wound and one of his mandibles was almost pulled off. Yolit'ger was starring at them with worried eyes.
"What happened?" Yolit'ger gasped.
"Angela has escaped again." Paeot'bi exclaimed. "The two man humans are with her."
"What!" Yolit'ger roared. "Everyone stay in this room, I'll deal with this situation."
"Are you sure father?" Gareto'me asked.
"Yeah we can help you." Paeot'bi said.
"You two stay here, get cleaned up." Yolit'ger said. "Then get yourselves to bed."
"Yes father." Paeot'bi sighed.
"We obey father." Gareto'me sighed.
Angela felt the anger rising inside of herself, she wanted to teach her father a lesson. Dutch was holding onto her arm, pulling her alongside the wall. Yolit'ger ran out of the meeting hall, his eyes were glazed and ready for the attack. Michael and Suzanna were looking at the skulls that adourned his belt and chest. They were all different colours, the biggest being bleach white and the smallest being solid black.
"Come on, lets go." Dutch gasped.
"Before he comes back." Micahel said. "And sees us."
"I ought to injure him worth an inch of his life." Angela exclaimed. "Let me go."
Angela wrenched her arms from Dutch's grasp and ran into the meeting hall. Michael, Suzanna and Dutch followed closely at her side. When they were in the room, all of the youngsters started crying and running around. Angela raised the gun up high and shot Paeot'bi in the leg. He fell with a loud scream, Gareto'me ran towards them with savage movements. Before he could touch Angela, Angela shot him in the leg. He crashed to the ground in a puddle of both his and Paeot'bi's blood. Angela, smiling, ran towards the exist followed by Dutch, Michael and Suzanna. They were hardly out before Yolit'ger raced in roaring.
Hearing about his daughters escape, Yolit'ger felt anger rising inside of him. He needed to teach his daughter who was boss around here, and he needed to do it quickly. Before he was down in the jail cells, he heard his childrens screams of pain. Tracing his stpes back, he raced into the meeting hall to see Paeot'bi and Gareto'me on the floor huddled in a puddle of blood. He walked towards Paeot'bi, and saw that there was a gun wound to his kneecap. Gareto'me had a similiar wound.
"Who did this to you?" Yolit'ger asked worridly.
"Angela ran in with a gun." Paeot'bi gasped.
"And she shot them." Ant'egi yelled. "She shot them."
"She was followed by the two man humans and that woman." Faunt'ja said.
"I'll deal with Angela later, first lets get you to cleaned." Yolit'ger gasped.
Angela watched as her father picked Paeot'bi up, he carried him towards his chair and set him in it. Walking away, he returned a few moments later with a medicomp. He placed that down by a table and went back to retreive Gareto'me. He did the same thing only he placed Gareto'me in a chair that had been set up right beside his own. Angela watched as he opened the medicomp and took out a blue liquid. He started fixing their wounds. When he was done, he carried them to their rooms. Ant'egi and the others followed.
"We now have clearance." Angela said.
"Yeah, but now we have to find a way off before he gets to us." Dutch said.
"This going to be harder than we think." Michael sighed.
"Much harder." Suzanna added.