She was curious as to how her new buddy was doing. She silently climbed up the drain pipe of the building overlooking the alley that he was in. She flopped down to watch the battle. He was doing very well at first, then the other one got in a few cheap shots and knocked her friend to the ground. She started to get antsy and wanted to do something to help. Her friend was on the ground. The other yautja pulled out a spear and was about to impale Drok'ti. She picked up a brick that was laying a few feet from her and got it positioned just right. She let it go and it hit the other yautja on the head and he fell down. Drok'ti looked up and she waved down at him. She started to climb down the drain pipe. She slipped when she was about 10 feet off the ground. Her hand skimmed a sharp piece of metal. She pulled it back quickly and fell on her butt. She rolled backwards and got to her feet in one fluid movement.

"So, how did it go?"

"I thought I told you to stay on the other building."

"You did, but I didn't listen. If I had, you wouldn't be alive to scold me."

"I had him where I wanted him."

"So you wanted that spear in your chest, ok."

She waved her hand at him and then laughed.

"That was fun. I've never dropped a brick on someone's head before."

"Don't get used to it."

"Why not?"

He couldn't answer her. She knew it. She looked at her hand.

"Owie."

She started walking towards the street.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go home and bandage myself up, then probably sleep."

She walked towards her house. It was about 6 blocks away from her present location.

"Hopefully I don't bleed to death. Hah."

She got back to her house and went inside. She left the door open while she went to get the peroxide and liquid stitches. Once she was done fixing her hand she went to the living room and looked at Drok'ti.

"You left your door open."

"I figured you would be along shortly."

He stopped and looked at her. She' so strange. A little creepy. She walked into a different room. He followed her a moment later.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping."

He had to get going. He needed to get the bad blood off this planet as soon as possible.

"I'm going now."

"Ok."

"Thank you for all your help."

"Uh huh."

"Goodbye Strife."

She mumbled something.

As Drok'ti was getting onto the ship he turned around and looked in the direction of Strife's house.Maybe he would see that strange ooman again someday.

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I wasn't planning on doing much more with this story, but I think a part two is in order now that I look at it. I realized that I like how I wrote Strife's character and it would be a shame to just drop her after only 3 chapters of her crazy attitude. Drok'ti is proving to be a good character to write too. I'm going to try and keep him to his quiet self in upcoming chapters. Not sure where I should go with this. If anyone has any ideas, suggestions are more than welcome.

Much thanks to Shadowfax272 and Queen of the Red Skittle for your positive input. Makes it easier to write these stories with support. Thank you Very much!