Disclaimer: Ooman is the sole work of blacktalon117 and the producers of the movies
'How can someone so small be this fearless?'
Ti'kon mused as Dahdtoudi, Little knife, ran in front of them.
He had been disappointed when she killed the scientists he had marked for death, but he was wise enough, and old enough, to realise that the female had more of a claim on the Oomans who had wronged her.
Actually, she had taken out most of the Oomans they had come across so far.
He and K'on would have gladly aided her, but she was very swift. Her bare feet made little noise as she moved, and she seemed to sense when someone was approaching long before either Yautja did. If he had his mask, he would be able to see the heat signature of oncoming targets, but he didn't. And in spite of Little knife's obvious lack of training, through her jerky movements when engaging in battle, she was Setg'-in, deadly and quick. Aiming her weapons with a precision that amazed him, especially for an Ooman.
"I am beginning to understand what you see in that child maker, Uncle."
He glanced over to K'on, even he was eyeing the female with new appreciation.
"Yes, and I am beginning to see why her kind imprisoned her. It is hard to believe that it was only three days ago when she was mortally wounded," he replied.
Dahdtoudi froze in front of them, and suddenly brought herself flush to the wall, he and K'on followed suit, someone must be coming. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard the heavy footfalls of the approaching Oomans. The female spun herself into the next hallway, and fired off her small guns. Pained cries rent the air, as she obviously hit her targets, but then her weapons made a clicking noise.
She was out of ammo.
Ti'kon felt his heart thunder, ready to race forward and snatch her out of danger, but then his female surprised him.
With a growl fitting of a Yautja, she threw the actual weapons at the other Oomans.
He and K'on were at her side in time to see the guns smash into the males faces, bringing them down.
How hard had Little Knife thrown them?
"Okay, I have to admit that was a close one," she spoke panting, "but I think I made up for it with style."
Ti'kon inclined his head to her, she would make a fine warrior with some training. She already seemed to be in touch with her instincts enough to take down prey, even if she didn't appear to be interested in taking trophies. He noticed K'on's hand would twitch when the child maker simply stepped over perfectly acceptable trophies, not taking any skulls. Such a thing would be sacrilege for the Young blood, knowing that there was trophies for the taking, and not being able to claim any of the kills himself.
She was moving again at a run. The female was in a hurry to leave this place and he couldn't blame her. She came to a skidding halt at the end of the hall in front of a red box mounted on the wall.
"Hey, Big guy," she turned to him, and he hastened to her call. "Be a gentleman and break this glass for me, please. My skin isn't as thick as yours."
Ti'kon obeyed her, easily breaking the thin glass, wondering what she meant by gentleman. It was another word he would have to ask the scribe about. Her small hands reached into the box, and she pulled from it a weapon that he would have never thought to be in there.
An axe.
"It's not a gun, but it's better than a fire extinguisher."
He heard her mutter to herself.
And then they were off again, moving together as a unit, Little Knife leading. She would occasionally pause in her run and Ti'kon had the impression that she was listening for more Oomans by the way she would turn her head slightly back and forth, her eyes narrowing in concentration.
Hallway after hallway they ran. The dwelling was obviously larger than he had first thought. The Female stopped before two metal doors, and pressed a button next to it several times.
"It makes it go faster if you press it more," she smiled at him.
Ti'kon had a feeling she had just told him a joke that he didn't understand, and probably never would.
"I hope we all fit in this thing," she said uncertainly, looking at both him and K'on.
The doors opened, and Ti'kon realized it was some kind of transport, similar to those on the clan ship, but smaller. They all got into it, the Yautja having to duck their heads. The doors closed, and Little knife pressed a button on the wall several times, as strange music started playing.
"It will get us there faster if I press it more."
Her smile was huge as she grinned at him.
He would have to take her word for it, but it all felt unnecessary to him.
Ti'kon used the sudden lull in their escape to briefly run his talons through her hair, the simple touch showing his praise for the female and comforting himself at the same time.
"Level three, underwear, hosiery, socks, and Extra Terrestrials."
Ti'kon didn't even try to understand what she meant as the transport came to a stop and the doors opened. A surprised Ooman in a white coat was on the other side. Little knife reacted before either of the Yautja did, slamming the axe down into the male's head, and retrieving the weapon from his skull, so quickly that Ti'kon was impressed again.
"C'jit she's quick!" K'on muttered with a newfound reverence, as they watched her step over the very dead male.
Ti'kon couldn't help the territorial growl that he sent the young blood's way.
"Worry not, Uncle. I won't steal your female, she seems far too occupied with you for my taste. Besides, I don't think she likes me that much." K'on laughed.
"Come on, you two!" Little knife called. While they had been talking, she had made it to the other end of the hall. "Let's get some haste into this operation!"
Ti'kon would not normally follow orders, but the female had a point. The Yautja ran to catch up to her, as she proceeded down the next hall, her head snapping up to check every door she passed. She skidded to a halt in front of a door marked with a 'C'. She retrieved a strange card from behind the vest she had stolen and swiped it through a device next to the door, a type of lock Ti'kon supposed. Her fingers flew over the device, and the door hissed open.
"Wow," Little knife said, standing in the doorway. "Please tell me these awesome get ups are yours."
Ti'kon came up behind her, and was relieved. It was his Awu'asa and K'on as well. In fact, it was all their gear and weapons that they had been wearing before being captured. Maybe now he could protect the female properly, instead of having her risk herself all the time.
K'on barreled past them and quickly started pulling on his training armour, obviously relieved to have the protection back. Ti'kon followed suit, pulling on his gold Awu'asa that now had strange paper tags hanging off the shining plates. He ignored them, and quickly located his gold weapons strewn around the room. K'on was doing the same, locating his bronze and silver ones. He could feel eyes burning into his back and turned to find Little Knife staring at him with wide eyes.
"What are you? Like the King or something?"
Ti'kon burst out laughing. The female was clearly in awe of his armour. Yautja didn't have Kings or Queens, but he was familiar enough with the terms as many alien races did have them.
"Mo," he answered her, still laughing and pulling on his helmet.
Ti'kon briefly felt a twinge of emotion at seeing her heat signature, instead of her pale skin and black hair, but he ignored the feeling, now he could protect her. K'on had his Awu'asa on first as it was much more simplistic, and was currently looking at an Awu'asa and weapons that did not belong to them. The gear was battered and well used, it looked like a lone warriors equipment. Ti'kon remembered what the young Ooman had said, and continued further into the room searching for the other Yautja, finding him at the back.
The male floated in a strange tube surrounded by a bluish liquid, a breathing apparatus strapped to his face. If Ti'kon had to guess, he would say the Yautja looked around his age. He was covered in scars, eerily similar to Little knifes own scars. Renewed rage hit him at the treatment the scientists had put both the child maker and the lone warrior through. If the warrior had been part of a clan when he was captured, and had not broken away from his pack, his disappearance would have been noted and investigated, possibly avenged. The Oomans had been lucky with their choice of captive up until now. Ti'kon would have to destroy this facility, they knew too much. As an elder it was his responsibility to fix this.
"Stand back, King Midas."
Little knife was at his side.
What was she calling him now?
He told her he wasn't a king, but he stood back anyway when he noticed her swinging the axe. It took two swings of her weapon to crack the thick glass, but when it did crack, the pressure did the rest. The tube burst open, spilling the strange liquid everywhere and he quickly stepped forward to catch, the other Yautja before he could fall on the broken shards. Lifting the other male, who was very light for a Yautja, he brought him over to K'on .
"Jesus Christ, I should have thought that through."
Hearing the female speak, he spared her a glance, as he and the young blood dressed the unconscious warrior. Little knife stood wringing out her hair and clothes. Ti'kon couldn't help smiling behind his mask, she was so small that the blue liquid had drenched her from head to toe.
Turning back to his task, he collected all of the other males weapons, they would leave nothing to be found, and placed them appropriately on the warrior's body. He and K'on were so absorbed in their task, that they paid the little female no mind as she fiddled with a control panel at the back of the room.
"Umm, guys...you should really take a look at this."
Ti'kon and K'on looked up. The child makers fiddling had brought up a metal screen at the back wall, that was apparently made of glass, and as the shield rose it became more and more obvious what he was looking at.
"Pauk!" K'on exclaimed, and Ti'kon had to agree.
The Oomans didn't just have the Lone warrior and all his weapons, they had also managed to find his ship. A fully outfitted carrier vessel, and the Oomans had been in possession of it for how many years?
'C'jit, this isn't good.'
And it really wasn't.
