Drok'ti woke up and jumped up. He was still in the damned cage. There was no one in sight. He wanted to know what the hell they were going to do to him and where his equipment was. He growled when the door opened. He didn't know what sort of creature it was that walked in. It was short with stubby legs and long arms. It walked over to the cage and looked at Drok'ti then typed something into a computer. Drok'ti studied the being and it studied him. The being made a strange noise and Drok'ti snorted at it. He turned his back on the creature and crossed his arms over his chest. The being made that noise again and walked out of the room.

Drok'ti sighed and leaned against the wall. He has to get out of here somehow. Whatever these people are planning on doing with him can't be a good thing. And what of Strife? Is she ok? Is she still alive? Do they have her here somewhere? He growled at the thought. He felt that she wasn't here, or even alive anymore.

A few days later Alvorus walked in the room and smiled at Drok'ti. Drok'ti roared.

"Now, now, calm down. I have something for you."

Alvorus hit a button near the cage and a small panel opened up in the door. He threw something into the cage. Drok'ti picked it up. He recognized it as Strife's jacket. He glared at Alvorus.

"What did you do to her?"

"We killed her. There is no point to try to escape. You have nothing to go back to now. With the weapons we copied from yours we will be able to go to Lau'thalus and wipe out the Yautja threat. Your people will all be dead."

Drok'ti let out a livid roar and flung himself against the door over and over again. Alvorus smiled and walked out of the room. Drok'ti dropped to his knees and held Strife's jacket in his hands. He would never see her again. His people were going to be killed because of him. He heard a strange noise outside the room. He ignored it. He was brought some sort of food, but he wasn't going to eat. Everything he had was gone. His weapons, his honor, Strife, his race. All gone.

Drok'ti was deep in thought when someone's head came into view, they were hanging upside down from the ceiling. He looked closer and saw that it was Strife.

"Heya buddy. What's going on?"

He was speechless. Strife flipped down out of the vent she had been hanging from and landed on her feet. She toppled over and fell on her ass. She started giggling. She jumped up and walked to the cage and put her face against the glass. She started sliding her face across the glass.

"What are you doing?"

"This feels funny."

Drok'ti couldn't believe she was here.

"I thought you were dead."

"You didn't conk me on the head that hard."

"Alvorus told me you were dead, he gave me this."

Strife looked at the jacket Drok'ti held in his hand.

"I've been looking for that. Hah."

Strife walked over to a panel with buttons on it. Drok'ti snorted at her.

"I'm going to try to get you out of here."

"How?"

"One of these buttons has to open the door."

Drok'ti flinched as Strife started pushing random buttons in a sporadic order. She hummed while doing that. Drok'ti heard something open in one of the walls and a long mechanical arm with a needle came out and started moving towards him.

"Strife!"

"Oh shit. Hah hah, oops."

She hit some more buttons and the door closed on the arm and it snapped off.

"Son of a. . ."

"Strife."

"What?"

"Maybe you should stop."

"Nonsense. I've got it all under control."

She hit another button and the door started to slide up.

"Bingo!"

Drok'ti walked out of the cage and looked down at Strife. She smiled up at him then jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I told you I'd get you out of there."

Drok'ti wrapped his arm around her and patted her on the head with his free hand.

"Thank you. We have to destroy this place."

"Um. . .do you even know what this place is?"

"No."

"It's a space colony. So if we blow it up we'll be kinda sorta screwed."

"Did you come here in the ship?"

"Yes."

"So we'll get out before it blows up."

"Um. . .ok. Then what?"

"Then we have to get back to Lau'thalus and tell my people that there is a big problem."

"Does it have to do with the weaponry they fashioned after yours?"

"Yes, how did you know about that?"

"Well I was climbing through the ventilation shafts and one of the vents was a little loose so I fell through and landed in a room with a bunch of junk that was like yours."

"Where is it?"

"It's a few rooms down that way."

Strife pointed to her left. Drok'ti put her back on her own two feet and started walking out the door.

"You might want this."

Strife handed Drok'ti his gauntlet with his wrist blades.

"I decided to yoink that when I was in there."

"I don't suppose you grabbed anything else."

"I figured you'd be able to get it yourself after I rescued you."

Drok'ti caught himself smiling. This isn't the time for this. Things had to be taken care of first. They walked towards the door. It opened and Strife peeked her head out to look around while Drok'ti waited. Strife held her hand out and put her thumb up.

"What does that mean?"

Strife looked at her hand and then at Drok'ti.

"It's thumbs up, it means it's all clear."

"Then why not just say it's clear?"

"Because thumbs up is cooler."

Drok'ti shook his head and rolled his eyes. They walked out into the hallway and to the room where Strife had seen the 'junk'. He would have to ask her about that at a better time. They walked in and Drok'ti saw the vent cover on the floor and some blood on the edge of it. He looked at Strife and frowned. She must be cut somewhere. Later, there's time for that later. Strife was twirling a spear rather clumsily. It flipped out of her hand and clattered against the floor.

"Quiet!"

"Sorry."

Drok'ti picked up his armor and the rest of his equipment. He saw several sizes of gauntlets on a table. He picked one up and looked over at Strife who was holding a knife in her hand and staring at it intently.

"Strife, come here."

Strife tossed the knife backwards over her shoulder and walked over to Drok'ti.

"Hold out your arm."

Strife held out her arm without hesitation. At least she's good at following orders. Drok'ti put the gauntlet on her arm and fastened it. Strife looked at it and smiled.

"Wow. . .my own cool arm thingy."

"Do you know what it's for?"

Strife nodded and Drok'ti watched as the blades popped out and went back in.

"Good girl."

After Drok'ti put his armor and attached everything in its proper place he and Strife walked out into the hall again. Drok'ti cloaked himself and Strife giggled.

"What?"

"You're all fuzzy again."

"I'm not fuzzy!"

Drok'ti remembered the first time Strife had called him fuzzy and smiled behind his mask. They came to where the hallway forked left and right.

"Which way?"

"Um. . .I don't know. I think we go left. I was in the ventilation the whole way through this place ya know."

Drok'ti snorted and followed Strife left. She stopped suddenly and laughed to herself.

"Nope, it was the other way."

They changed course and headed to the right.

"Because right is always right."

Drok'ti heard someone coming. He grabbed Strife and ducked into a room. As much as he would like to kill everything in this place he also wanted his people to live. He couldn't risk getting captured again. He didn't have he time to go through and kill these people one by one either. His home could be under attack right now. If they were captured this time Strife would probably be killed. Strife wriggled out of his arms and walked further into the room. Drok'ti was too intent on watching the people walk by to worry too much about what Strife was doing.