Yeyin failed to notice Ju'dha, being too busy prepping his hand wraps and taping them carefully. Feeling
bold, Ju'dha crouched down and, on all fours, began approaching her gear. She'd almost made it when
Yeyin suddenly stood up, looking over his wraps to make sure he had done them right. Ju'dha panicked
and grabbed her things before wildly dashing back to the showers. Unfortunately, she bumped into a
plate tree and there was a loud crash as all the plates fell. Yeyin whipped around, seeing only a figure
round the corner. He slowly began walking forward, his curiosity piqued, and saw the wet footprints
that led straight into the showers. The steam blocked everything in sight, but he still kept hearing things;
small snippets of cursing or hissing.
"Who's there?" he asked. No response. Deciding he'd leave whomever was there in peace, he turned
to leave. Ju'dha, thinking he was along one of the walls, made a mad dash for the exit and accidentally
collided into him, bowling him over .
Both cried out in surprise and fell in a heap on the floor.
...
Elsewhere…
Rutaroo had also gotten up early and was planning on getting in some early exercise before breakfast
and lounging around for the rest of the day. However, as he came into the small Jedhin ring, he ran into
a female already practicing with a training combi-stick. She whirled on him, trying to land a blow, but
he blocked with his wristblades and stepped aside. It was another one of elder Kil'Ra's daughters. She
was tall and well-built with noticeable brown markings that dotted her pale ashen-like skin, which she
was famed for. Very few females had such smooth and supple skin, but that was only complimented by
her gorgeous figure. She had broad hips and nice breasts, but her form was equaled only by her cold,
calculating eyes. They were large, golden yellow, and could pierce like knives.
"Nice to see you, too, N'ritja." he said sarcastically. She brought her mock combi-stick back with a smirk.
"You're Rutaroo, right?" she asked. In truth she knew all the guys; she was often one of the few who
would spar and practice with them. She smirked again as she said, "Well, for now, I'm still gonna stick
with your nickname, Tiger."
She said the last bit with a wicked grin. Rutaroo grumbled; she had given him that nick name just to piss
him off and always called him that, she loved needling him. He growled angrily, "I told you not to call me
that."
She grinned and said with a note of sweetness, "Why? I think you're a cute little tiger."
"I SAID STOP!" he roared.
She laughed, "How about this; you beat me in a sparring session, best two out of three, and I'll stop.
Deal?"
He thought it over quickly before saying, "Deal!"
She grinned as he grabbed the other combistick that was laying against the wall and charged right at
her.
...
It was hard to tell who was more caught off guard, Yeyin or Ju'dha. Her scream of surprise was greeted
by his bark of alarm as he fell flat on his front. Landing in a tangled mass of limbs, both male and female
struggled to free themselves from each other.
"What the pauk is the big deal charging me from behind?" he roared, squirming beneath her.
"Well, it's not like I did it on purpose, you thick muscle-head!" she screamed back at him, trying to get
up. When they had stood up and collected themselves, they went back to arguing with each other.
"So, why the hell did you just run into me?" he barked.
"Because you chased me into the showers and I was trying to bypass you!"
"Why didn't you just tell me you were in here in the first place?"
She faltered, looking at the floor and avoiding his gaze, "I was getting out of the shower when I saw you
and I had left my clothes out here. I didn't want you to see me."
"Why didn't you just walk back into the shower and call me from there? You could've avoided all of
this." he said, almost in disbelief.
"I didn't think of that." she replied quietly.
"Anyway, now that I've found you, I was wondering if you'd like to spend the day together, since I have
today off?" he asked.
Even though Ju'dha was still upset from what had just happened, she perked up at the chance to spend
time with Yeyin, "I'd like that, actually."
They began working out together, and she wouldn't admit it then, but she was secretly drooling over
Yeyin's massive form, watching his muscles strain against his skin as he proceeded to lift the weights
...
Rutaroo stepped aside and countered N'ritja's thrust. He had been simply blocking for the last few
minutes and had been waiting for her to come close again. This time, when she did, he kicked her
combistick out of her hands before delivering a line drive punch straight into her middle. She fell to her
knees, winded from the blow. He flipped behind her and shoved her to the ground pinning her.
"That's round one to me." he growled into her ear.
She hissed before saying, "I was gonna take it easy on you, Tiger, but now you're a dead man!"
Using her superior female strength, she suddenly forced herself up and actually sent him backwards. He
stumbled slightly and regained his footing just in time to see her charging him. He didn't have enough
time to block as she knocked the mock spear from his grip and then began pummeling him under an
unholy reign of blows. Kicks, punches, and knees to the face all met Rutaroo as N'ritja vented her anger
on him. The male would be viewed either as very brave or very stupid. No one had ever tried to best
N'ritja in the ring and those who had tried humbly spoke of their terrible mistake. But Rutaroo knew
nothing of that. All he knew was that he had just received what he was certain was the proverbial ass
kicking many threatened or spoke about.
N'ritja decided to finish off the cocky young male by picking him up off the ground and slamming him
belly down to the matt. She breathed heavily and leaned close to his head to growl, "If you can still hear
me, then do what's best for you and stay down."
Standing with a huff, she began walking to the edge of the ring when suddenly a groan cut through
the air. Turning around, her jaw almost dropped at the sight. Rutaroo was moving his arms until they
came back up towards his head. Pushing himself up, he came to a knee and breathed heavily for a few
seconds before wiping the blood, spit and sweat from his face and maw. Standing, he turned and faced
her and, tilting his head, he cracked his neck before spitting a large glob of bloody saliva to the ground.
"I heard best two out of three. If you walk out of this ring without beating me again, I'll just call you
chickenshit from now on. If you're the female you claim you are, get your ass back over here and FIGHT
ME!" he roared, bringing his fists up and ready.
N'ritja actually held a look of shock on her face; he got back up. He had gotten back up. He had gotten
back up and called out for more, was calling her bluff, and wanted to finish what had been started.
Slightly stunned, N'ritja walked back to the center of the ring, a few paces from him. Her old smirk came
back as she came into her own ready position.
"I'll give you this, Tiger; you've got balls." she jibed. He said nothing, but only furrowed his brow and
snarled. "You gonna make me wait, Tiger?" she asked in that sweet, niggling voice that she knew got
under his skin.
"STOP STALLING AND FIGHT ME, BITCH!" he roared. She scowled and charged, but suddenly noticed
he was sprinting back toward her. She was completely taken aback as he suddenly launched himself at
her. He caught her in a full tackle and she was bent in half as his full weight hit her like a freight train.
The two rolled around on the ground and Rutaroo's momentum was so great that he rolled off of her.
N'ritja stood, wobbly, her head spinning after having her bell rung. She cried out with shock as Rutaroo
suddenly returned and began delivering the un-merciless beating she had bestowed upon him minutes
earlier.
She soon lost track of where his balled fists, hard knuckles, iron knees, and brutal kicks landed, wracking
her with unknown levels of pain. In her attempts to get him to relent she raked him across the face with
her taloned hand, drawing blood. He snarled and paused for a moment, as did she, but she soon met
his full fury. His arms shot out and grabbed her by the head, delivering a horrific head butt that left her
stunned, before finishing it all by bringing his knee up into the side of her head.
She toppled like a cut tree and fell flat on the matt. He rolled her over and she was truly shocked as
Rutaroo grabbed her throat and held one fist high snarling, "YIELD!"
She looked in fright upon him for the first time. His blood stained face looked nightmarish with the evil
scowl that was upon it and his green eyes were bright with anger. She faltered for her voice before
suddenly looking away toward the wall. She was embarrassed to admit that the look he was giving her
actually scared her.
She mumbled something and Rutaroo snarled, "So I can hear you!"
Pausing, she stared at the wall for a few more minutes before looking at him from the corners of her
eyes, speaking quietly, "I yield."
Rutaroo growled suddenly and turned her head so that she faced him. He hissed, "And don't you EVER
forget it!"
He then stood up and walked away. Long after he had gone, she had lingered around the ring, cleaning
up and just returning things to the normal state, all the while though she was busy thinking. She did
not feel anger at Rutaroo for beating her, strange enough since she hated losing, but she was more
concerned with how he had addressed her at the end. He sounded unafraid, bold, and pissed. She
wasn't afraid of him either, though. She was hard pressed to figure out why the image of his dark and
striped form pummeling her was still at the forefront of her thoughts. Could it be that she was somehow
attracted to him?
...
Rutaroo, meanwhile, had walked down to the med wing to clean himself. Unbeknownst to most of his
brothers, he was actually very good at patching up wounds and had helped his mother and aunt many
times when they were attending to the cuts or injuries of his other brothers. He now held a large chunk
of bagged ice to the left side of his maw; it was aching from where N'ritja had planted repeated right
hooks. He was proud that nothing had been broken since a yautja's facial structure was a small miracle
of biological engineering and intricacy. It allowed for a way of physical communication between two of
the species with a broadness and subtly that not even humans could match.
He busied himself by rubbing a cooling paste on the other areas of his bruised and battered body with
his free hand. He would be sore for the next few days, but it was worth it to get her off his back. Rutaroo
huffed silently; out of all of his brothers, why the fuck did she have to single him out? He hadn't done
anything to her or said anything; hell, he'd first met her when he was ordered to spar with her. So why
in Paya's name did she pick at him so much?
A part of him thought it was because maybe she liked him, but didn't want to show it. He scoffed at
the thought before suddenly pausing. That did have some merit, what with the way she belittled him in
public sometimes no one would fancy a guess that she was actually attracted to him. He scoffed again,
but more at the thought that such a worthy and attractive female would want him of all males.
He grumbled quietly to himself, "Well, if the level of negativity is an indicator for how much she likes
me, then judging by this morning, she must want to bed me."
He laughed, but then a voice asked, "What's so funny?"
He whirled around on the spot to come face to face with N'ritja and he fumbled slightly before speaking
with something approaching disdain in his voice, "Nothing. Just thinking of how I had originally wanted
to relax today. Well, so much for that idea."
Surprisingly she didn't hit him with a comeback or insult him. She actually looked a little hurt, "I'm sorry
your day couldn't have started better, but on the upside, I must admit that you're an awesome fighter."
Rutaroo was reasonably suspicious; she had never been this kind to him before and he didn't feel ok
with any of it. He asked, his voice hard and cutting, "Is this some sort of a joke? You going to try and get
back at me somehow?"
"No, I'm trying to apologize for being such a bitch, you thickhead!" she snapped angrily.
"Well, you're doing a piss poor job at it!" he shot back, tensing, readying himself to fight again. N'ritja
huffed suddenly before taking a few deep breaths.
"Look, I'm sorry ok? I picked on you too much and it was wrong. You've beaten me, so I'll stop, ok?" she
asked, her voice a little strained from being unaccustomed to apologizing.
"Fine; now unless you need anything from the med kits, could you please leave? I don't feel entirely
comfortable rubbing warm gels on myself with someone else watching."
N'ritja acknowledged his wishes and stepped out, waiting for him to finish. While she waited, she idly
thought, "Maybe he'd feel better if it was someone else rubbing that gel on him…"
She shook her head suddenly, trying to forget what she just thought.
...
Later that morning, Yeyin and Ju'dha decided they would go and get some breakfast. When they walked
into the dining hall, Yeyin was greeted by Rul'wan who had just woken up and come down to get some
breakfast as well. As the three got settled and began to eat, Ky'Gall and Ta'Lee also walked in and soon
all five were happily eating breakfast together and chatting.
Rul'wan however was slightly on edge. Every few minutes, he'd look over his shoulder before quickly
turning back and with a strained face at some more food. Yeyin and Ky'Gall cued in on their smaller
brother's peculiar behavior, and soon Yeyin asked him what in the hell he was doing.
"It's that female across the hall." he whispered. Jerking his head in the direction he asked, "You guys see
her?"
The other four turned or craned their heads for a glance. Sure enough, a single female was seated by
herself a few tables back. Upon seeing the four gazing at her she bent down and shyly began eating.
Looking back at his blue brother, Yeyin asked, "What about her?"
"I catch her staring at me in the hallways or when I spar alone. Even at dinner, I'll sometimes catch her
out of the corner of my eye. She's freaking me out and I can't figure why she's doing it!" he hissed.
Ju'dha and Ta'Lee looked at each other, their tusks clenched together and quivering slightly in the
yautjan version of biting ones lip to contain laughter, but to no avail. Rul'wan looked indignantly at the
two and barked, "What's so funny?"
Through their gasps, the two managed to get across, "She probably likes you!"
((fights for dominance, surprising humor, what else could make it better? leave a review and let me know))
