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The Yautja were pissed.
Nova could tell by the way they held themselves so stiffly. She could understand where they were coming from. If she had a car and someone stole it, she'd be pissed as well. Only this wasn't a car, it was an actual spaceship. Something that she didn't think existed not that long ago.
Ti'kon made a sharp movement, pulling a gold plated something from his arm, that he flipped open. It looked like a little gilded computer. She couldn't help giving his towering frame another once over as he moved. He was impressive before he had put on all the metal, now he was just. . .wearing the hell out of that bling.
'King bling.'
And that wasn't all there was to his new get up, he had also pulled on, under the armour, a kind of netting. And if she had to describe it, she would say the garment looked a lot like a fishnet body suit.
'How very Rocky Horror.'
Only the Big guy didn't look like a transvestite in it at all, even if Dr. Frankenfurter was supposed to be from outer space.
Ti'kon placed the device on the ground, and she watched as red symbols flashed across its screen. He made a gesture to the device, and then showed her his closed fist before spreading his fingers out wide.
Nova wasn't very good at charades, but she had a sinking feeling about this one. If it was what she thought it was, she wasn't wasting time saying 'Animal, mineral, or vegetable?'.
"It's a bomb."
Ti'kon nodded.
"Then let's get the hell out of here!"
The big guy must have heard the panic in her voice, because she soon found herself lifted and placed over his shoulder. In the corner of her eye, she could see K'on doing the same to unconscious Yautja, whose hand twitched at the sudden treatment of his body. Nova heard a strange noise, and looked over to Ti'kon's other shoulder where a gun of some sort was sitting. It sparked, and a blinding blue light shot from it, making Nova jump as it fired. She heard glass shatter, and the next thing she knew, she was falling. She shrieked, dropping her axe in fright, so she could cling to Ti'kon's gilded shoulder plate. The Yautja hit the warehouse floor in a crouch, and even though the Big guy took most of the impact, Nova still felt her stomach drop.
"Don't ever do that-"
Nova didn't get to finish her reprimand, as bullets whizzed past them, narrowly missing them, and embedded themselves in a near by crate. She felt her body jerk and wondered what was happening, until she craned her head back to see a taloned hand clutching to the back of her bullet proof vest. Ti'kon swung her, pushing her behind a large crate.
"St'ay." He ordered.
Pissed at the rough handling and the barked order, Nova had to fight not to stamp her foot in anger. She was not a weak little kitten, she thought she had proven that already. Okay, so maybe she didn't have a weapon, that didn't necessarily make her defenseless. Poking her head around the side of the crate, she checked to see if the coast was clear, getting the positions of everyone as gunfire ringed in her ears. Just in time to see the Yautja disappear, well not quite disappear, she could still make out their blurred shapes, but if she was shooting at them, like the guys in black were, aiming just got a shit load harder.
Nova didn't feel so angry at Ti'kon any more. If she was still with him, she would have been a sitting duck for bullets. She could see the cannon on both his and K'on's shoulders spark, and knew the humans didn't stand a chance.
They fired, taking out most of the men filing into the room. More men than they had encountered previously. She watched the smaller blurry form break off from Ti'kon and run toward the ship. Nova was surprised how fast K'on was with the other Yautjas weight on his shoulder. A section of the ship suddenly fell open into a ramp. Nova assumed K'on was behind it.
Were they taking the ship?
Ti'kon continued to fire his cannon, killing humans, sending bodies flying into the air. The remaining men were forced to fan out. Screams and gunfire resonating in her head, Nova was so absorbed in watching the carnage, that she didn't hear the person sneaking up behind her.
She found herself slammed into the ground, the butt of a gun cracked against the back of her head. Stunned, she couldn't fight back as the man secured both hands behind her back with a plastic tie.
"Don't struggle and I might let you live," he growled, lifting Nova to her feet by the handcuffs, making them bite into her skin.
"Well, aren't you just a nice guy?" She snarled sarcastically.
"Shut up!"
He smacked her in the head again with his gun, pissing her off more. Now she remembered why she hated her own kind. She started to struggle, knowing she could snap the tie with some effort, but stopped when she felt the barrel of a gun against her head, hearing it cock she froze.
"That's a good girl, behave now."
'Oh, he is so dead!'
He pushed her out from behind the crate, holding her in front, shielding his body. Ti'kon was still firing his cannon at the other men.
"Predator!" Her captor shouted.
The shimmering blur that was Ti'kon moved, and Nova knew he was looking at them.
"I have your pet, and if you surrender, we just might let you keep her."
Nova had never known rage like this before. Pet? She was not a pet, and did the whole fucking complex know she and the Big guy had a thing? Ti'kon roared, but made no moves towards them.
Suddenly, a noise thundered through the room, like five jumbo jets taking off. The ship they were standing next to came to life. Distracted, her captor looked to the vehicle, taking his eyes off the warrior. Three red lines appeared on the man's head. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it meant. Nova quickly ducked, as the man's head exploded. Gore and brains raining down on her, Nova was too pissed to be disturbed.
"Serves you right, mother fucker." She spat at the now headless body.
Ti'kon turned back to the other men, firing his weapon with a vengeance. Nova was glad the confrontation had angered him too. She started to struggle now, attempting to break her ties, while Big guy decimated the place. The problem was his killing spree had also taken out five supports that were holding up a makeshift walkway around the spaceship. Nova broke free of her bonds as the scaffolding collapsed. She was fast, but not that fast. Sprinting, Nova managed to clear most of the wreckage, and was almost out of the way when one of the metal posts swung free colliding with the side of her head. Nova spun, hitting the ground she cried out in pain. An answering roar sounded in air.
"Mother fucker," she whispered, struggling to her feet as the world spun.
Two big hands grab her, and she was swung into a tight embrace. Blood poured from her open flesh, obscuring her vision, as she blinked up at the golden mask above her. Shoulder cannon still firing, her saviour started to move, sprinting to the the ship's ramp. The ship was airborne now, hovering, it's thrusters setting fire to half of the warehouse. Gunshots continued to sound around them, as they ran to the unbelievable transport.
Ti'kon jumped, thrusting his massive body upward. They easily cleared the ramp. Dropping her, he spun, slamming his hand on a control near the door. Shutting it.
The ship gave a sudden jerk, and Nova's body, too weak to move, slid across the floor hitting the wall hard. She grunted at the collision, it barely registered in her foggy brain.
The ship was vibrating all around her when Ti'kon's golden face suddenly appeared in front of her. She swiped her hand across her eyes, half-heartedly trying to clear the blood from her vision. Why did head injuries bleed so much? Were they clear of the complex? Did the bomb go off?
"Did we kill them all?" She slurred, blinking.
Only she never got the answer to her question, because at that moment she passed out, falling forward into a very worried warrior's arms.
