Chapter 7: A Narn? Maybe
G'Kar strode down the streets of Geneva, the capitol city of the human homeworld. Thousands of humans lived there, along with hundreds of aliens. And today the streets were unusually quiet. Not too many people were out and about today.
Not that he really expected anything grand.
The war was making them weary of life. He knew the feeling. As a young pouchling, he himself had killed Centauri. Watched the blood seething through his fingers. Felt the life leave their bodies. It had invigorated him.
And yet, on the flipside, he had spent weeks hiding in bombshelters as Centauri cruisers and bomber levelled entire building. He had seen more then once entire families wipped out, or watched frantic mothers scream as their children were vaporized just outside the shelters that could have saved him. And had at times felt that all was lost.
But humans were a remarkable people. His study and observation of these beings gave him grim satisfaction of a sort. They would adapt and survive. No matter what happened. Or, those who would remain at least. In that way they were like the Narns.
He continued walking, and a breeze swept through the streets. A newspaper flew into his leg, the breeze almost gluing the paper to his leg before it brushed past his leg. He glanced down at the paper, catching the glimpse of the words: 'Lost' and 'Destroyed'. He continued walking though, as if nothing had happened.
"Help!"
He heard it. But wasn't sure he had been correct. Was someone calling out for help? Here on Earth? Earth had done away with much of it's crime.
"Someone help me!"
He frowned slightly, turned right then left. His index finger waved one direction then the next, as if it were a compass. Then, he pointed his finger right and headed across the street.
"They're hurting me!"
He picked up his pace. He neared the voice with every step. Earth security would never get there in time.
"Stop it!"
He veered towards an alleyway, and what he saw caught him by surprise. A human woman was being held up to the wall. Dirt from the wall covered her, as if she had been smashed into the wall. And underneath the dirt he saw cuts and bruises that covered her face and hands. Blood trickled from her wounds. Two assailants pinned her to the wall, leering over her like those Earth animals...cats, that was it...when it had caught a mouse.
"By G'Quan," he snarled, "I will not have this!"
The two assailants were Narns. The filthy scum were picking on a defensless woman. Had they no honor? They turned to him and as they did so he litterally leapt at them, fists flying. He caught the first one across the chin with everything he had. The chin simply collapsed in a sickening yet satisfying crunch. The Narn went sailing down the alley and crashed into a pile of boxes that collapsed onto him.
The other Narn whirled on G'Kar, reaching for a knife. He began to draw it in a fluid motion. But he was no match for G'Kar. His fist connected with the Narn's temple, and he collapsed as soundly as a sleeping babe.
"Are you alright?" he asked the woman.
"Thank you," she said, rubbing her arm, which dangled broken to her side.
"You better see a doctor about that arm," he said, and with a dazed nod, she walked away, her arm held limply at her side.
One thing bothered him though as he bent to see the assassins. They had fallen much too easily for Narns. Sure, G'Kar was a fine specimen, but Narn's were made of thicker stuff. Even pouchlings should have stood up better to the fight. So, he bent closely to the one that he had broken their jaw, throwing boxes aside off the man. The Narn wasn't out cold and tried to grab G'Kar with strong fingers. But G'Kar backhanded him, and the man hit the ground with his head. As he looked down at him, he noticed strange strings coming from its forehead.
Curious, he put his finger on the spot, and noticed a rubbery feel to the skin. Furrowing his eyebrow in confusion, he hooked his fingers underneath the slit and grabbing it, lifted. To find it was a skull cap, hiding a full head of human hair. The cowards had decided to dress up as Narns. The fools.
One of them groaned and he thumped their forehead, knocking them out again.
"Oh nuts," he groaned, looking at them, "I should have kept one awake. I could have found out where they are hiding."