Chapter 2
By Blackdawn-70631 and Shaloni
'Awu' asa took a cautious step out of the ship, the ship had landed undetected into a large ooman complex. It was strange to walk in this place without her mask, and the ooman air had a strange quality to it, of course, she could breathe both ooman and yautian air, but she still felt odd, as usual, the young fool, Prontat, dogged at her heels. Were they sure three weeks was long enough to create him? She often doubted his brain was properly developed. Sure he could fight well, but he just never seemed to think. Looking at him, she found that he was holding his breath. In annoyance, she elbowed him hard in the gut, knocking the air out at him. "You can breathe this air you moron." Several cloaked yautja were behind them, including ser' et-na.Good, She thought, I'm too busy to discipline a bunch of hot headed young bloods. With a growl, she took off into this alien land, followed by Prontat.
A semi-loud ding-dong echoed throughout the middle classed furnished living room. "Yo Michael!" Jack yelled as he slipped on a dry shirt, "Answer that will you!?"
Michael opened the door to find a guy holding two large boxes. The pizza guy turned white at the sight of Michael. "S-Speedy P-Pizza?"
"You're five minutes late speedy." Michael taking the pizza, as soon as they left the pizza dude's hands he took off pronto, watching with amusement as the guy ran down the hall then stepped back into the apartment. "Hey Jack!" Closing the door behind him. "They musta put a new policy on the pizza!"
"What's that?" Jack said walking into the living room.
"On time or free pizza."
"Michael, it's any time free pizza when they come in contact with you."
"Well, let's eat." The two turned around and headed for the somewhat small kitchen.
Armor ran through the shadows in agitation. They had covered a 15-mile radius within the past two nights and still no ooman yautja. They could have covered much more in open land, but the ooman buildings would rise very high then drop back down to two stories and each building had to be carefully observed. Yet she was far from giving up. She rarely gives up.
"Where's Joe?" Jack asked.
"She dried off and went to the store to buy some real food while you were still soaking up water."
"She went without telling me?"
"Of course, you bug her into buying those Ding Dong cakes every time she does, and when it's not that it's something chocolate like Coco Puffs or Oreo Cookies."
"Coming from a pizza munching alien."
"That's right choco hound."
"Very immature for your height."
"Look who's talkin' shorty."
Joe walked home through the alleyways. She wasn't particularly worried though, she knew the ropes and could get herself home safe and sound. Besides, if those creatures after her and Michael were around, she had a chance of losing them in all the chinks and hideaways the dark, narrow alleys gave.
There was a sound to her right. Turning toward the noise, she saw several shapes emerging from the shadows.
The group of troublemakers known as the 'Gades, break ways from the Renegades, looked at the dark-haired chick. She didn't seem armed, but there was something wrong with her; She didn't seem at all intimidated by their presence, but looked as if she were watching the approach of snotnosed little kids.
"Hey babe. Let's party." The gang leader said.
The chick sneered in disgust at him. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed little boy?"
Now THAT hurt the gang leader's pride. That bitch wouldn't get away with that. He lunged at her, but she twisted away and swatted him in the buttocks hard enough to send him face down on the ground. He couldn't recall a time when he had been more hurt in his pride. His rear end stinging, he got up to face the girl who had humiliated him in front of his gang. "Get her!" The remaining five charged at her at his ward.
She caught the first one with the pipe, then flipped over the shoulders of the second and tossed him at the third. One rammed at her bend over. She dodged and shoved his head down, causing him to fall in a trash can half full of decaying junk. She flung the trash can lid like a frisbee at the fifth and hit him in the stomach.
The first had regained himself and grabbed her from behind. Bad mistake.
Bringing her elbow back and up, she heard a satisfying clack of teeth forcefully being smacked together as she heard him cry in outrage and pain. "Ahh! My tongue, she made me bite my tongue!"
Dodging low at a second attempt by the rammer, this time tripping him.
The 'Gades were as cowardly as they were poor fighters. By this time all but two 'Gades ran off, leaving the leader and the semiconscious rammer alone with the not-so-weak chick.
In an unexpected flash of speed, the leader rushed at her, pinning her firmly to the wall."You're mine bitch." He said breathlessly.
"Oh really." Using a move generally kept for a last priority, the classic move known as "get them where it hurts". The look on his face was almost comical as she brought up her knee with all the force she could muster . . .
