Intermission
Ny'rath leapt and ran across the rooftops, following Ghiz's trail. He was hoping to catch up to the ooman first just to thank him for the funniest thing he'd seen in ages and then hand him over to Ghiz for whatever creative butchery he had in mind. He almost ran into the yautja when he turned the corner of the large air conditioning unit atop a large building. Turning off his suit, he noticed there were two other hunters with Ghiz and all three were in a heated debate over something one of the unknown yautjas was holding.
"Oh there you are! What took you so long?" asked Ghiz as he beckoned Ny'rath closer. "Ny'rath, meet H'mah-dte and D'lak. We were all in the same Blooding cohort."
They all exchanged greetings and talked about each other's ongoing hunts. It seemed there had been a large and extensive gang war in the vicinity and the two hunters had had a good time. Ny'rath was about to tell the other hunters about Ghiz's little mishap when he felt his right foot being slowly crushed by Ghiz.
"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt our little discussion, but we're on a pursuit," hurriedly said Ny'rath as he rubbed his foot to get the feeling back.
"Wait, you have to see this thing they have with them. We were talking about it before you came and we need your opinion. Show him, D'lak," encouraged Ghiz.
"Ta-Daaaa!" D'lak lifted the object with a flourish.
"What the pauk is that?" barked Ny'rath as he gazed at the metallic dark blue container covered in strange pictures and writing.
"It is food of some kind, made up of animal protein. It's some sort of strange meat, I admit, but the oomans we have seen eat it all the time. They ignore their normal meat and eat this instead," explained H'mah-dte. "I wonder what it tastes like."
"I told them that they shouldn't trust what the pyode amedha make, especially their food. I wouldn't put any ooman-made foodstuff past my mandibles," adamantly stated Ghiz as he crossed his arms across his wide chest.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to try," said D'lak as he took off his mask and broke open the container.
"You're going to regret it," chanted Ghiz.
D'lak tore a piece off the pink rectangle of meat and placed the chunk in his mouth. The effect was immediate and drastic. All three yautja hopped back as D'lak spat the offending piece out of his mouth. He started swiping at his mouth, spitting and gagging all the while saying, "Great Cetanu! That was disgusting! Now I know why oomans do that thing with their lips! That thing they call ki'iss! They're getting the offending taste out of their mouths and passing it on to the next poor sucker!"
"You better not practice that pauk-de ki'iss on me or I swear I'll have your intestines for harnesses," growled H'mah-dte.
"Ghiz, I think it's time to go!" said Ny'rath as he turned to descend to another building. "Remember your assailant?"
"You guys never listen! See you two around!" yelled Ghiz as he followed Ny'rath off the building.
