Rupture in the City
Chapter One
By: Blackdawn-70631 and Shaloni
The ship glided through space, looking like a cross between a cylinder and a fish, it was made of a material more advanced than human makings, within it, a lesson was being taught . . .
The student gawked with displeasure as his opponent caught him in the chin with the blunt side of the spear.
He swung low at the opponent but was met with a taunting growl as the swing failed to catch his tormentor, he was counter attacked with a tripping blow to the back of the knees. When he landed on the floor of the Kehite, or training room, the battle was over.
'A'wu'asa, Armor, looked down at her snot-nosed opponent in disgust, he had lasted no time at all in her standards.
He, Lev'in-de, glanced up at her on hatred.
To increase the fool's humiliation she said, "An Enta would have lasted longer than you, either improve your skills or consider severing your gonads, for at this rate you have no chance of honor."
This enraged the snot-nose, but of course, he couldn't kill this ooman. 'A'wu'asa was Ser'et-na's slave, he had no right to annihilate her without risking becoming a "Bad-Blood".
'A'wu'asa went to stand beside her master, bitterly disappointed in the snot-nosed Young Blood, with all his pride and boasting, he hadn't lasted a minute in the ring with her. She glanced over at her companion, Prontat, younger and annoyingly foolish, having no idea why she and this young idiot were given the same master.
The two was of the same species, they both had an ooman appearance but had the strength of a yautja, sometimes even more. Unlike the other slaves who were born from genetical altered bloodlines, they, were created by the most sophisticated Cryogenic Capsules, otherwise known as test tubes. Perfected in every way to be the most highly advanced, biologic fighting entities in the known galaxy, flawless, at least that is what their master and creators hoped for, Prontat was still young, still raw and idiotic. 'A'wu'asa at least had a minimal amount of knowledge and experience in fighting, though, to her creators and Ser'et-na', she still had some long way to go.
'A'wu'asa was just an inch or so taller then the average female ooman, her body frame also a few inches thicker, thick with pure muscle, like a well tuned and oiled fighting machine. Various scars of different size covered her body, scars that proved she was worthy and strong enough to live as a fighting slave. Not worrying about her jet black hair falling in front of her face from it being cut to the tips of ears. She indeed would of looked pretty with her black eyes and young face if it wasn't for the many scars covering her face.
Prontat was much larger then 'A'wu'asa, height as well as thickness, but due to being young and tall with a high metabolism he looked rather gawky. A big, muscular chest with thick arms and legs but had a waist so thin it showed most of his rib bones and a finely chiseled six pack abdomen. He too had black eyes with jet black hair that was also cut to the tips of his ears, though there wasn't many scars on his face or body being he was still learning how to properly fight.
'A'wu'asa began to think about their up coming mission.
It was rumored that a yautja lived on the ooman planet, Earth, he breathed ooman air, ate ooman food, wore ooman clothing, and there was even rumor of having an ooman name.
Orders were to retrieve him and the ooman that had raised him, the problem though, like every mission, the two lived in a huge ooman village of concrete and it would be difficult to find them especially since they had migrated from their living quarters after an earlier attempt to apprehend them by another team. But of course, these two have never met 'A'wu'asa yet, and this time they wouldn't get away.
She put a deep commitment into her mind to be the one to catch the ooman and this yautja, whomever he is . . .
"Michael!" Joe hollered as she was pelted by the water-gun Michael was holding.
Michael being her wonderful but LARGE adopted son.
On reflex, she sat up and threw her book at him, which he dodged with a laugh, but on dodging he tangled his foot in a water hose and fell backwards into the pool.
Joe, short for Joeanne, was Michael's adopted Mother, having found him half drowned and starved when he just got through his walking stage. Joe was around 5 feet 5 inches with an athletic built to her, her luscious body curved in every perfect way. Having black hair that came to her shoulders with black eyes, her facial structure also perfect in every way, nose, chin, cheek . . . She looked weak and innocent but had a true fighting spirit, having learned many arts of the Japanese fighting culture; some Kyusho Jutsu, Kyusho Jitsu and a little kendo, not to mention she knew the good 'ole dirty American street fighting.
"Smooth move, Mike." Jack, their friend and Joe's closest companion, said with a chuckle. He was the only person that really and truly knew Michael.
Jack was just the regular guy, an average face with an average built to him, not too much muscle but still not too little, his brown hair cut to the length of his blue eyes. He didn't know much about fighting like Joe did but knew the basics: Punch, kick, block and dodge.
Michael on the other hand, even though none of them knew that much about his race, looked liked the other guys they came in contact with. Very tall, though Michael looked to be a few inches shorter and thinner then them, the same yellow skin, an oval shaped forehead, with yellow beady eyes, two sets of mandibles that made his face look like a crab and large black talons where fingernails and toenails would be on a human. Michael though, unlike Jack, had been properly taught a few simple but deadly fighting moves from Joe, the rest he had tried on Jack like a punching bag were from watching to many video games and movies.
"Now look who's soaked!" Joe said humorously as Michael swam to the 9-foot zone of the pool.
"Yeah just look." Without warning, Jack pushed Joe into the water.
"Hey!" She choked as she came back up to the surface, "Are you both experts in fighting dirty?"
Innocently Jack replied, "How do you play dirty in a clean swimming pool?"
Joe swam to the side of the pool just before she asked, "Are you sure 20 miles was far enough to travel?"
"Sure," He said, "When they find us gone, they'll think we went out-of-state or something."
"I don't think aliens know what out-of-state IS."
"Well, they'll think we went farther then we did."
Joe pulled herself out of the water grabbing a towel and wrapped it around her waist, a large puddle forming around her from dripping water.
Raising his eyebrows, Jack said. "Bad day for trying to tan?" Saying that from the fact that they were swimming in the middle of the night.
She looked at him and replied. "Go soak your head." Playfully shoving him in the head making him fall backwards into the water.
After a few moments of laughter she turned around and walked to her apartment room.
When she was out of an earshot, Jack looked over at Michael and said." Women, can't live 'em, can't live without 'em."
"Is that suppose to make sense?" Michael asked as he pulled himself out of the water.
"Great," Jack said aloud, "I'm on the run from a pack of 8-foot-tall aliens with a smart ass alien and his adopted mother."
"I heard that Jackie." Michael said as he walked off.
