Rupture in the City
Chapter 12
"God damn...Mother.... Fu....don't fuc....believe this...." Joe grumbles to herself as she was half dragged half led to the weird looking ship.
She heard Jack protesting loudly to their capture.
"Nooooo!! I don't wanna go! I've never seen the other two in my life, I swear!"
Michael called out to her. "Joe! What do we do?"
"Not much can be done right now." She yelled back, getting a rude shove from the two creatures holding her.
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Ki-tar'o whined in pain, shoving the female. "Stop stepping on my pauking toes you pest!"
"Awww!" His brother, fra'kade, mocked. " Poooooor youngling! Why don't you go back home and have your mother kiss it better?"
To Ki-tar'o's pleasure, she also began to stomp on Fra'kade's feet as well. His brother cursing loudly as he tried to keep his feet out of her way and walk at the same time.
They turned to see two other warriors trying to pry the male ooman off a tree. They laughed as the ooman kept a death grip on the trunk of the tree.
"CJIT!" Ki-tar'o yelled as the ooman female stomped his toes again. " Damn pauking oomans!!"
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Armor limped her way across the main chamber sneering. She would of killed that female, if....if only her master wouldn't of stopped her. She would of been tasting it's fresh blood. She glared as Prontat was dragged to the side, out of the way of on coming beaten crew members. How could that trio do such a thing to them?
At a place in the corner of her twisted mind, a memory came flashing back.
A memory flashed in the back of her head. Her vision obscured by smoke, looking around but couldn't see a damn thing. All her senses were blinded, all from the smoke. Getting glimpses of darkened forms moving about and the bodies of brightly burning fires. Running to one of the forms throwing her wrist blades forward. There was meat slicing followed by a gurgled scream. The scream from a human. Another form, Armor pulled the blades out and jumped for that one slicing it's throat. She couldn't see them but knew where to hit. There was another form, this one she threw her blades into it's back.
Minutes went by of killing anything she saw move. Parts of her body with no armor was having a difficult time functioning from pieces of led in them, where she got shot.
After the smoke cleared she was able to see the massacre she created. Bodies on top of bodies laid across the platform, a place humans called a helicopter pad, something like that. These humans were males, male marines, whatever these elite creatures were. So much for "elite", they didn't last long against her. And she had been blinded through most of the exercise on top of that!! Her master along with some other young masters had created the fires and stirred up the males. So what if it was a real life exercise. Now, with her being stronger then before, the makeshift one's didn't even get her blood running......
Just as soon as the memory came into her mind it was gone that quick. She quivered at the thought, she defeated those armed males with ease but couldn't even defeat an earth spoilt female. Ooman males were much larger then ooman females, and a
great deal stronger to boot. Armor was a few inches taller and better built than the female... but, it had somehow bested her in their previous encounters.....
~More soon to come.~
Chapter 12
"God damn...Mother.... Fu....don't fuc....believe this...." Joe grumbles to herself as she was half dragged half led to the weird looking ship.
She heard Jack protesting loudly to their capture.
"Nooooo!! I don't wanna go! I've never seen the other two in my life, I swear!"
Michael called out to her. "Joe! What do we do?"
"Not much can be done right now." She yelled back, getting a rude shove from the two creatures holding her.
~~~~~~~
Ki-tar'o whined in pain, shoving the female. "Stop stepping on my pauking toes you pest!"
"Awww!" His brother, fra'kade, mocked. " Poooooor youngling! Why don't you go back home and have your mother kiss it better?"
To Ki-tar'o's pleasure, she also began to stomp on Fra'kade's feet as well. His brother cursing loudly as he tried to keep his feet out of her way and walk at the same time.
They turned to see two other warriors trying to pry the male ooman off a tree. They laughed as the ooman kept a death grip on the trunk of the tree.
"CJIT!" Ki-tar'o yelled as the ooman female stomped his toes again. " Damn pauking oomans!!"
~~~~~~~
Armor limped her way across the main chamber sneering. She would of killed that female, if....if only her master wouldn't of stopped her. She would of been tasting it's fresh blood. She glared as Prontat was dragged to the side, out of the way of on coming beaten crew members. How could that trio do such a thing to them?
At a place in the corner of her twisted mind, a memory came flashing back.
A memory flashed in the back of her head. Her vision obscured by smoke, looking around but couldn't see a damn thing. All her senses were blinded, all from the smoke. Getting glimpses of darkened forms moving about and the bodies of brightly burning fires. Running to one of the forms throwing her wrist blades forward. There was meat slicing followed by a gurgled scream. The scream from a human. Another form, Armor pulled the blades out and jumped for that one slicing it's throat. She couldn't see them but knew where to hit. There was another form, this one she threw her blades into it's back.
Minutes went by of killing anything she saw move. Parts of her body with no armor was having a difficult time functioning from pieces of led in them, where she got shot.
After the smoke cleared she was able to see the massacre she created. Bodies on top of bodies laid across the platform, a place humans called a helicopter pad, something like that. These humans were males, male marines, whatever these elite creatures were. So much for "elite", they didn't last long against her. And she had been blinded through most of the exercise on top of that!! Her master along with some other young masters had created the fires and stirred up the males. So what if it was a real life exercise. Now, with her being stronger then before, the makeshift one's didn't even get her blood running......
Just as soon as the memory came into her mind it was gone that quick. She quivered at the thought, she defeated those armed males with ease but couldn't even defeat an earth spoilt female. Ooman males were much larger then ooman females, and a
great deal stronger to boot. Armor was a few inches taller and better built than the female... but, it had somehow bested her in their previous encounters.....
~More soon to come.~
