Strife saw a bin of lab coats and walked over to it. She got an idea. Maybe she could disguise herself as one of the scientists and she could get around easier. She put on one of the lab coats and started buttoning it up. She finished and put her hair up in a pony tail then put on a pair of goggles to hide the fact that she didn't have eyes. After grabbing one of the electronic notepads that she had seen one of the scientists carrying around, she put it in her pocket and looked in a mirror. She crinkled her nose at her reflection. She didn't like wearing her hair up it made her feel weird. Her ears and neck felt naked and exposed. She turned around and Drok'ti was looking at her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going undercover."

"What?"

"It's a disguise."

She smiled when Drok'ti nodded.

"It might work."

"Ok, lets go."

Strife walked out of the room confidently. She walked right past two men in lab coats. They turned to look at her for a moment then went on their way. Strife smiled and restrained herself from jumping for joy. She felt Drok'ti right next to her and saw the shimmery distortedness of his cloaking device. Strife turned a corner and saw Alvorus talking to a weird looking short creature. He reminded Strife of a monkey. She bit her lip not to laugh. She turned to Drok'ti.

"What do we do now?"

"Is that the door to the docking bay?"

Strife nodded.

"What if I kill him? Can I kill him? Would that be ok?"

Strife waited for Drok'ti's answer.

"If you can get close enough to him."

"No problem!"

She turned the corner and started walking. She pulled out the notepad and started typing into it. She kept her head low. She ran into Alvorus.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Alvorus looked down at her.

"Watch where you're going. Wait a minute."

Strife didn't let him have the total recollection he was about to have. She stabbed the wrist blades into his stomach.

"Damn I missed!"

She pulled them out and stabbed them into his chest. More of his blood spurted all over her. He fell on the ground and writhed in pain.

"That's for trying to control me ass hole!"

She heard a strange noise and looked over. The little monkey man was holding a strange looking gun and it was pointed right at her.

"Don't move."

Strife held her arms up.

"All right, you got me."

Strife smiled as Drok'ti walked up behind the little simian being and jammed his spear into its head. Strife clapped and smiled.

"Yay! That was really fun! I want to kill more stuff."

"Not now."

"Right. We have a mission."

Strife extended her arms and twirled around in a circle then slammed her hand onto the control to open the doors to the docking bay.

"Wee!"

She skipped over to the ship and was about to get on it when she felt a very hot sensation in her arm. She looked down and saw blood pouring out of her arm.

"That's weird."

She looked over and saw Alvorus standing there with a gun in his hand.

"Oh fuck."

"Oh fuck is right. You should make sure that when you try to kill someone they are actually dead."

Strife dropped her arms limply at her sides and looked at the floor.

"Damn. You're right."

"You are going to get away from that ship right now. I am truly grateful that you brought it to me. We can ambush the yautja better that way."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"What?"

"Why kill them? Why not learn from them?"

"Well, because. . ."

Strife watched as he lowered his gun and put his hand to his chin. She got him.

"It seemed like the right thing to do."

"Well, I think that you can learn more from something if it's alive. It might even tell you some really spiffy things if you ask nice enough."

As Strife was talking she was slowly pulling the knife out of her belt that she had taken from the armory. She got it free from her belt and held it behind her back. Alvorus raised the gun again.

"Even so, we can still take captives and study them."

Strife kept shifting her head from Alvorus to the shadows behind him. Alvorus got a strange look on his face and turned around and fired a shot into the shadows. As he did that Strife threw the knife as hard as she could and it embedded itself into the back of Alvorus' head. Strife jumped up and down in celebration for a moment. She then ran at him and jumped on his back and started choking him. He wasn't moving, but she wasn't going to take any chances. She took the knife out of his head and sliced his head clean off. She picked it up by the hair and drop kicked it behind a box. She turned around and looked at Drok'ti. He was standing in the entrance of the ship waiting for her.

"That was smart."

"What was?"

"Pretending I was behind him."

Strife smiled.

"I hoped it would work."

Drok'ti patted her on the head and got the ship ready for take off. Strife took the bloody lab coat off and took her hair down. Yay, no more naked ears! She left the goggles on because she liked the way they felt and they looked like bug eyes. She giggled to herself. She walked over and sat down in the seat that was next to Drok'ti's. She watched as the space colony came into view. Drok'ti pushed a button and bright blue beam shot out of the ship and hit the space colony. It blew up. Strife watched, transfixed as pieces of the structure started floating around in space.

"Wow. That was really cool."

She heard Drok'ti snort and giggled. She looked at her arm and poked at the hole. She could feel the bullet grinding against her bone as she flexed and relaxed her muscle.

"Owie."

Drok'ti looked at her and she knew she was in for it.

"We have to get the bullet out."

"No, I think it's fine."

Drok'ti grabbed her arm and drug her over to the cot. He sat her down on it and Strife sighed as she watched him walk over to the cabinets and started pulling things out.

"Craptastic."

"Stop whining. We have to get that out before it turns septic."

"Naw, It'll be"

Drok'ti growled and Strife shut up. There was no point in her arguing with an 8 ft tall Yautja that could subdue her in a heartbeat. She sat there and waited. Drok'ti walked over with a huge syringe in his hand.

"What's that for?"

"It's the painkiller."

"Oh jeeze."

Strife lifted up her shirt to expose her stomach and cringed as Drok'ti came at her with the needle. She looked away as it jabbed into her stomach.

"Grr."

It was over in a moment. Her arm started feeling a little numb. She watched Drok'ti as he took a strange device and put it in the hole in her arm. She felt a tug and the bullet came out of her arm. Drok'ti grabbed a dish with a strange glowing blue substance in it. Strife was about to ask what it was when it touched her arm and she screamed. It burned so bad.

"Owie, owie, owie, owie!"

She started blowing on it, but that did nothing. She grabbed Drok'ti's wrist and squeezed hard. She felt her nails dig into his wrist.

"Oh fuck! Son of a bitch! Mother fucking god damn! That shit hurts!"

She let go and threw herself backwards and started twitching. The pain subsided and she laid there with a slight tingly sensation in her arm. Drok'ti was staring at her.

"Don't say anything."

"I wasn't going to."

"Ok, good."

Strife sat up slowly and looked at Drok'ti.

"Why?"

"It will help it to heal."

"Oh yeah sure it will. Jeeze."

Strife held up her hand with the palm towards Drok'ti.

"Ok, no more surprises like that, all right?"

"Ok."

"You should warn me when you're going to put lava on my wounds."

"It wasn't lava, whatever that is."

Strife started laughing. Sometimes Drok'ti was really funny. Not knowing what lava was. Everyone on earth knows what lava is. Wait. . .Drok'ti is a yautja. Strife smacked her forehead and shook her head violently. He wouldn't know about things on earth. She jumped up on the cot.

"Oh my god! Zaz!"

"What's a Zaz?"

"Zaz is my cat! I have to go get him! He must miss me terribly."

"What is a cat?"

Strife put her hand over her mouth and looked at Drok'ti.

"Cats are the most wonderful awesome creatures on earth. And mine happens to be one of the best and most wonderful. I have to go get him."

"All right."

Strife smiled and started jumping up and down.

"Yay! I get to rescue my kitty!"