~~Yes! Yet another story by the troublesome duo, Blackdawn_70631 and
myself! This one is about the yautja decideing that oomans might come to
another use other than just for hunting. This one was started when we were
about 14 as was ~~Rupture in the City~~, but we didn't write much of it
down, so we are almost starting from scratch. ^_~ . Our typical style that
comes with working together will start to surface as we grow used to our
characters again.
Read and Reveiw reveiw reveiw!
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Trauma: human, age 21. Former space-pirate. Found the girl Michelle while hiding from bounty hunters, and took Michelle under her wing.
Michelle: human, age 12. Orphan. Has a numbered tattoo on her left hip. Her behavior is a bit odd , because her parents were members of a fanatic cult called the "Shooting Stars".
Yana-ti: female Yautja Leader, contemplating becoming an Arbitrator.
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A Slaves Honor Chapter 1
Michelle peeked up from behind Trauma at the yellow giants in front of them. They had weird yellow skin and strange masks. Guys for certain, no way a girl would look THAT ugly in a speedo! Ewwww!
Trauma didn't look down at her, in fact she barely seemed to realize that she was there. Was she still mad that Michelle had run away? It did lead to their capture by these...er...what-ever they were.
The things looked directly at her, and she hid behind Trauma, holding the older woman's vest. It was a BIG mistake to run away. Stress on the BIG! Eight foot tall BIG! She didn't care for Trauma's lifestyle as a space pirate, but at least she didn't get gawked at by weird aliens!
She wanted to go back to the hidden den they had been staying at. Learning how to pickpocket would be better than to have these things looking her over like some monkey in a zoo....or a side of beef. She didn't know what these things were doing or saying! They might be planning a Bar-B-Q for all she knew! Honey-roasted pre-teen with ranch dressing...she REALLY didn't like the sound of that.
Trauma reached back and gripped her shoulder. Though it was a bit rough, it was still a comfort. She reached up and held onto that hand. If Trauma got them out alive, she swore to every god known to mankind that she would never never complain about the things Trauma asked her to do again! If she told her to jump she would say "Yes Ma'am, how high would you like???". Just as long as they made it out alive.
She tried to tell Trauma so, but she was quickly shushed by the young woman.
There was the sound of a door opening, and Michelle peeked at the creature coming in.
Okay! She was wrong. Females COULD look that ugly in a speedo thing! The female creature was a full head taller than either of the guy monsters, and a darn sight more ugly too! She clenched Trauma's hand, wishing her parents were alive. They would have known how to get out of this. Then again, if they were alive, she wouldn't be in this mess anyway. She pulled at a corner of her headband, silently resiting her peoples prayers of protection.
The female came closer, looking them over. Trauma tried to take swing at her, but was stopped short by the constraints that bound them. The lady monster watched with what seemed to be dry amusement. Trauma went to kick the monster, forgetting she and Michelle were bound together at the ankles. The cord pulled Michelle's foot out from under her, knocking her off balance. As she fell to the floor, her gripped remained tight of Trauma's hand, who also lost her balance.
The monsters laughed in a spine chilling way as they both fell to the floor.
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Yana'ti laughed as the oomans tumbled to the floor, the adult falling onto the younger one hiding behind it. The older certainly had a fighting spirit. The same could not be said about the younger one. Oh well, maybe it was still trainable.
Oomans were known to be very skilled creatures. Fierce fighters if they were trained properly for it. They were an ingenious species that had learned not to evolve themselves, but to force their surroundings to evolve to suite them! It had long been a curiousity over whether or not they could make good companions. Servents of a type. These first two were an interesting catch indeed. Pity they were both female....
Yana'ti laughed again as the little ooman flailed out, trying to force the older ooman off of it! Their bonds, only became more tangled as they struggled to hastily separate. Not exactly what she had expected, but still there was great potiential.
"The larger one is a fighter. No question." Ki-da'de said with humor. "She'd take on a Kainde-amedha if it were in front of her I'll wager."
"What about the small one," Ja-tora asked his companion with amusement.
"Hmmm...Bait maybe." Ki-da'de replied, "Tie her on a string and dangle her in a hole. Maybe we could lure a Kainde-amedha out!"
Both laughed it amusement at the thought, though honor would forbid actually doing such a thing to the scawny little snot. Ja-tora wouldn't really mind using the thing as bait though. It had given him a vicious bite on his arm when they caught her. Damn ugly little runt better not have rabies!
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"OW!! Get off Trauma!" Michelle yelled, trying to shove the older woman off. "You're squashing me!"
"And your boney hip is in my ass! Quit griping and let me get up!" Trauma shot back, trying to detangle herself.
Trauma pulled herself off the 12 year old girl and finally found her feet. She didn't like the looks that these freaks were giving them. And that female "incredible hulk" wasn't any better.
Michelle picked herself up, hastily straighening her blouse and skirt as if she really had anything TO HIDE! Damn kid didn't even have a training bra yet and she was acting like she was exposed. Like these creatures were going to be impressed with neon pink panties and a wash board chest! Really! The kid really had to get her priorities straight!
Truama smirked without really meaning to. Yeah, a pirate and street punk like her worried about a kid's modesty. This runt really got her into alot of trouble this time. After years, years, and I stress YEARS, she had skillfully avoided cops, bounty hunters, and hell itself knew what else. Now she took the kid under her wing and in less than a week got caught by eight-foot tall aliens in fishnet and skimpy cloths! Geez, with those long claws and god awful looking weapons, they look like strip dancers from HELL!
Michelle grabbed her arm again "What are they talking about?"
"They're gonna give us tickets to Disney world!" Trauma said sarcastically, more from tension than agrivation with the girl. "I don't know a word their saying,Mich. Just stay quiet and out of the way."
Michelle pouted a little. It was only a question! She glanced back up at the female staring at them. She didn't like their tones. Not at all. She could almost sence a type of danger around them. Duh, she thought to herself. This isn't exactly a walk in a playground. She didn't like how they stared at her from behind those masks. She felt like she was in a twilight zone/ Nightmare on elmstreet crossover!
That thought was reenforced when one of the guys took off their mask. What?? What the hells?? Michelle gasped but surpressed a scream, remembering Trauma's command to stay quiet. It was a nightmare to look at. Its face was squashed into an almost pittbull look with a crab for a mouth.
"okay, now I am officially freaked out!" She whispered urgently to Trauma.
~~more later~~
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Trauma: human, age 21. Former space-pirate. Found the girl Michelle while hiding from bounty hunters, and took Michelle under her wing.
Michelle: human, age 12. Orphan. Has a numbered tattoo on her left hip. Her behavior is a bit odd , because her parents were members of a fanatic cult called the "Shooting Stars".
Yana-ti: female Yautja Leader, contemplating becoming an Arbitrator.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Slaves Honor Chapter 1
Michelle peeked up from behind Trauma at the yellow giants in front of them. They had weird yellow skin and strange masks. Guys for certain, no way a girl would look THAT ugly in a speedo! Ewwww!
Trauma didn't look down at her, in fact she barely seemed to realize that she was there. Was she still mad that Michelle had run away? It did lead to their capture by these...er...what-ever they were.
The things looked directly at her, and she hid behind Trauma, holding the older woman's vest. It was a BIG mistake to run away. Stress on the BIG! Eight foot tall BIG! She didn't care for Trauma's lifestyle as a space pirate, but at least she didn't get gawked at by weird aliens!
She wanted to go back to the hidden den they had been staying at. Learning how to pickpocket would be better than to have these things looking her over like some monkey in a zoo....or a side of beef. She didn't know what these things were doing or saying! They might be planning a Bar-B-Q for all she knew! Honey-roasted pre-teen with ranch dressing...she REALLY didn't like the sound of that.
Trauma reached back and gripped her shoulder. Though it was a bit rough, it was still a comfort. She reached up and held onto that hand. If Trauma got them out alive, she swore to every god known to mankind that she would never never complain about the things Trauma asked her to do again! If she told her to jump she would say "Yes Ma'am, how high would you like???". Just as long as they made it out alive.
She tried to tell Trauma so, but she was quickly shushed by the young woman.
There was the sound of a door opening, and Michelle peeked at the creature coming in.
Okay! She was wrong. Females COULD look that ugly in a speedo thing! The female creature was a full head taller than either of the guy monsters, and a darn sight more ugly too! She clenched Trauma's hand, wishing her parents were alive. They would have known how to get out of this. Then again, if they were alive, she wouldn't be in this mess anyway. She pulled at a corner of her headband, silently resiting her peoples prayers of protection.
The female came closer, looking them over. Trauma tried to take swing at her, but was stopped short by the constraints that bound them. The lady monster watched with what seemed to be dry amusement. Trauma went to kick the monster, forgetting she and Michelle were bound together at the ankles. The cord pulled Michelle's foot out from under her, knocking her off balance. As she fell to the floor, her gripped remained tight of Trauma's hand, who also lost her balance.
The monsters laughed in a spine chilling way as they both fell to the floor.
~~~~~~~~
Yana'ti laughed as the oomans tumbled to the floor, the adult falling onto the younger one hiding behind it. The older certainly had a fighting spirit. The same could not be said about the younger one. Oh well, maybe it was still trainable.
Oomans were known to be very skilled creatures. Fierce fighters if they were trained properly for it. They were an ingenious species that had learned not to evolve themselves, but to force their surroundings to evolve to suite them! It had long been a curiousity over whether or not they could make good companions. Servents of a type. These first two were an interesting catch indeed. Pity they were both female....
Yana'ti laughed again as the little ooman flailed out, trying to force the older ooman off of it! Their bonds, only became more tangled as they struggled to hastily separate. Not exactly what she had expected, but still there was great potiential.
"The larger one is a fighter. No question." Ki-da'de said with humor. "She'd take on a Kainde-amedha if it were in front of her I'll wager."
"What about the small one," Ja-tora asked his companion with amusement.
"Hmmm...Bait maybe." Ki-da'de replied, "Tie her on a string and dangle her in a hole. Maybe we could lure a Kainde-amedha out!"
Both laughed it amusement at the thought, though honor would forbid actually doing such a thing to the scawny little snot. Ja-tora wouldn't really mind using the thing as bait though. It had given him a vicious bite on his arm when they caught her. Damn ugly little runt better not have rabies!
~~~~~~~~~
"OW!! Get off Trauma!" Michelle yelled, trying to shove the older woman off. "You're squashing me!"
"And your boney hip is in my ass! Quit griping and let me get up!" Trauma shot back, trying to detangle herself.
Trauma pulled herself off the 12 year old girl and finally found her feet. She didn't like the looks that these freaks were giving them. And that female "incredible hulk" wasn't any better.
Michelle picked herself up, hastily straighening her blouse and skirt as if she really had anything TO HIDE! Damn kid didn't even have a training bra yet and she was acting like she was exposed. Like these creatures were going to be impressed with neon pink panties and a wash board chest! Really! The kid really had to get her priorities straight!
Truama smirked without really meaning to. Yeah, a pirate and street punk like her worried about a kid's modesty. This runt really got her into alot of trouble this time. After years, years, and I stress YEARS, she had skillfully avoided cops, bounty hunters, and hell itself knew what else. Now she took the kid under her wing and in less than a week got caught by eight-foot tall aliens in fishnet and skimpy cloths! Geez, with those long claws and god awful looking weapons, they look like strip dancers from HELL!
Michelle grabbed her arm again "What are they talking about?"
"They're gonna give us tickets to Disney world!" Trauma said sarcastically, more from tension than agrivation with the girl. "I don't know a word their saying,Mich. Just stay quiet and out of the way."
Michelle pouted a little. It was only a question! She glanced back up at the female staring at them. She didn't like their tones. Not at all. She could almost sence a type of danger around them. Duh, she thought to herself. This isn't exactly a walk in a playground. She didn't like how they stared at her from behind those masks. She felt like she was in a twilight zone/ Nightmare on elmstreet crossover!
That thought was reenforced when one of the guys took off their mask. What?? What the hells?? Michelle gasped but surpressed a scream, remembering Trauma's command to stay quiet. It was a nightmare to look at. Its face was squashed into an almost pittbull look with a crab for a mouth.
"okay, now I am officially freaked out!" She whispered urgently to Trauma.
~~more later~~