Dutch saw three other Yautja males before he was suddenly stricken with sleepiness. One was a tall guy with white blond dreadlocks and orange eyes. The second one had red dreadlocks and yellow eyes, while the third had black dreadlocks and orange eyes. He wondered how so many of Angela's father's children could have so many different colored characteristics. There were blond, red, black and brown dreadlocked youngsters on the ship, not to mention the black, brown, yellow and orange eyed ones running around. Yawning, he didn't notice the door to the cell opening, nor did he see Angela being thrown in.
"Dutch...Michael." Angela hissed. "Are you in here?"
"Angel, what are you doing in here?" Michael asked.
"Remodeling, my father has a lot of work to do on his room." Angela growled.
"You didn't..." Michael exclaimed.
"Oh I did." Angela hissed. "What happened to Dutch?"
"He had a nasty punch located into his jaw remember." Michael sighed.
"Oh yeah, I remember." Angela hissed.
The door was thrown open and Yolit'ger walked in, Michael pulled himself to the wall crying for mercy while Angela struck a defensive position. Behind Yoliit'ger were three more of his children. She knew only two by name, and that was Zarein'seti and Danjo'loto. The other was tall, he came just about up to her fathers shoulders, and he had white-blond dreadlocks and orange eyes. Another of Yolit'ger's sons walked up, it was Mal'ikob'ico.
"These two male humans, they are a threat." Yolit'ger said.
"These two men are my bodyguards." Angela rasped.
"Bodyguards!" Yolit'ger laughed. "This stringy human and that bulky human?"
"Must be pretty desperate Ang'liton." Mal'ikob'ico said.
"I'll make you eat those words." Angela hissed.
"Just so you two male humans know, you have been given to my youngest daughter as pets." Yolit'ger said.
"Not to mention, slaves." Mal'ikob'ico hissed.
"You fiend." Michael screamed.
"If I could, I'd rip your head from your shoulders." Dutch screamed.
"You would make a great slave." Yolit'ger said.
Dutch had woken up when he had heard a deep throated roar, at first he thought it was his imagination then he had seen the four tall shapes looming over Michael and Angela. When he had stood up, he had discovered that he was chained to the wall. Michael was also chained to the wall, but his chain was loose and he had free room to walk.
"What is to become of me?" Angela rasped.
"You need not fear, a new room is being made as we speak." Yolit'ger said. "A much smaller room."
"Why didn't I kill myself while I had the chance to." Angela growled.
"Now Ang'liton, this is done for your own safety." Yolit'ger said. "You will learn the hard way."
"You will learn the harder way that I cannot be controled." Angela rasped.
"That may be true." Michael joked.
Angela jumped around and smacked Michael up into the air, he landed a few feet away bleeding from his mouth. Yolit'ger smiled, his daughter was exhibiting behavior that he had. Angela turned around, fire in her eyes and still angry, and ran towards Yolit'ger. He stood there, but not for long. Angela swiped her hand low and slammed her fist into his jaw. He flew two feet then landed on his back smiling. Mal'ikob'ico walked towards Angela slowly, unsure of what to do.
"Leave her." Yolit'ger said. "We have work to finish."
"Right father." Mal'ikob'ico said.
The door was swung shut and Angela collapsed to the floor exhausted. Dutch tried to walk towards her, but the chain connected to his ankle prevented him from walking five feet away from the wall. Michael crawled over, slowly, and layed his hand on her shoulder. He shook her, she opened her eyes and started to get up. Her long legs stopped her from that, they got entangled and she fell heavily to her side. So she tried getting up by crawl-stand.
"You alright?" Michael asked.
"Peachy." Angela rasped.
"You hurt you father." Dutch said.
"No, I stunned him." Angela hissed.
"Hey, can you get us out of these chains?" Michael asked.
Angela swung her fist and slammed it into Michael's chain, severing the links. She then grabbed the cuff and pulled that off. Michael sat rubbing his ankle a few moments later. She next went to Dutch, and she did the same thing only she had to remove another cuff link that had been on his wrist for some time. He sat himself down and rubbed his ankle and wrist.
"Can you push the door?" Michael asked.
"No, too strong." Angela rasped.
"Then lets try denting it." Dutch said.
"Doubt if it'll work." Angela hissed.
Work on the room was slow, since Mal'ikob'ico had to move a small bed and a dresser into the room, and they were all beginning to grow furious. Yolit'ger was overseeing the activities in the cell room, Angela had removed the two male human's chains and now the two male human's were trying to dent the door so that they could get out. Angela was sitting by the water dish, watching with half closed eyes.
"Are you finished yet?" Comps'itae asked.
"No, will you stop asking that." Mal'ikob'ico hissed.
"Hey man I'm just trying to get this over with." Camps'itae sighed.
Mal'ikob'ico didn't like his younger brother Comps'itae at all. Comps'itae, who had red dreadlocks and yellow eyes, was a whiner. He whined about supper, he whined about the weather, he whined about everyday life. Comps'itae was a tall male Yautja with a massive chest full of muscle and his waist tappered down to slender legs. He looked nothing, nor did he act, like his father.
"Father, we are finally finished." Mal'ikob'ico said.
"Good, go gather Ang'liton." Yolit'ger replied.
The screen showed a few minutes laterYolit'er saw his son walking into the cell, Ang'liton swung her long legs out trying to trip him up and succeeded. Mal'ikob'ico fell to the floor with a bang, Ang'liton jumped onto his back and started swinging both fists into his head. He jumped up and grabbed Ang'liton's hair. He dragged her out and slammed the cell door shut behind him.
"Father, here." Mal'ikob'ico said.
"Let me go." Angela roared.
"Take her to her new room." Yolit'ger sighed.
"Right away." Mal'ikob'ico said.
"I'm watching everything son." Yolit'ger sighed. "You don't need to worry."
"I'm worried that I might hurt her." Mal'ikob'ico said.
"I know you are." Yolit'ger said.
Mal'ikob'ico dragged Ang'liton towards her new room, he had pulled a great deal of her long hair out and it looked as if he wasn't yet done. He opened her door and threw her in, she landed on the bed. Glaring up at him, she jumped up and roared. He hissed back, she ran towards him. Acting quickly, he grabbed her throat and threw her back to the bed. She tried again and again, but the result was always the same. Mal'ikob'ico closed her door thirty minutes later.
"She never quits." Mal'ikob'ico sighed. "Even when she knows she isn't going to win."
"Sounds familiar doesn't it." Yolit'ger said.
"Yes, but this is different." Mal'ikob'ico said. "She is a delicate human."
"She is a delicate hybrid." Yolit'ger corrected.
"What are you going to tame her?" Mal'ikob'ico asked. "I think it'd be for the best."
"No, I'm not going to tame her." Yolit'ger said. "I'll help her control that temper of hers."
"Like you did with all of us." Mal'ikob'ico sighed. "I understand."
"I know you do." Yolit'ger said. "You knew all along."
Angela paced around the room, it was indeed smaller than the other and it had far less than her fathers. There was only a bed on one side and a dresser on the other. Angela walked towards the dresser and opened one of the drawers, it was empty. All of the drawers were empty except for one piece of clothing. It was a loin cloth and bra piece, the same colour as her fathers. Shaking her head, she stripped off her clothes and pulled them on. They felt terrific, she replaced their place in the drawers with her old clothes.
"I can't believe this is..." Angela started.
"Happening." Yolit'ger finished. "I see you have switched clothing."
"Yes, very comfortable." Angela rasped.
"Here, take a seat." Yolit'ger said.
"Why, so you could start the feely touchy game?" Angela growled.
"Ang'liton, that is the least thing on my mind right now." Yolit'ger gasped. "I want to speak is all."
"Then speak, I don't feel like sitting." Angela hissed.
"Take a seat my dear." Yolit'ger ordered.
Angela sighed, slowly walking towards the bed she felt goosebumps popping all along her arms. Her father was patting a place right beside him, so she sat far away from it. Yolit'ger sighed, he felt as if he wasn't getting anywhere with Ang'liton. She was distancing herself from him and she had almost destroyed his bedroom chamber. Luckily he had his backup, his old bed chamber would be repaired within the next few days.
"Tell me, what have you been doing since your departure from us." Yolit'ger said.
"I have been a scientist, trying to save the world from famine and global warming." Angela hissed.
"That isn't going to happen any time soon." Yolit'ger sighed. "What else have you done?"
"Excuse me?" Angela asked.
"Anything behind my back that you have done?" Yolit'ger growled. "Sex, drugs or crime."
"Oh yeah, I've held a ransom note for all three." Angela hissed.
"That was not needed Ang'liton." Yolit'ger growled.
"Neither is what you said, Yolit'ger." Angela hissed.
"Don't you ever insult me like this again." Yolit'ger roared.
Yolit'ger raised his hand and swung it hard, it connected with her jaw and made a loud plopping sound. She fell off of the bed and started sniffling. Yolit'ger stood up, and walked towards the door. No child of his had ever called him by his first name, it was disrespectful to do such a thing and she had payed the price for it. He grabbed the tray of food that had been placed outside of her room, and slid it towards her. It slammed against the wall; milk and meat splashing everywhere.
"Get this place cleaned up." Yolit'ger ordered.